
Claiming Emery
Emery Sinclair had spent years perfecting the art of being the perfect wife. The devoted, loyal, and elegant Mrs. Sinclair. Even when whispers of her husband's infidelity trailed after her like a ghost, she held her head high, convinced that love—her love—was enough to fix the cracks in her marriage. But the moment she walks into that hotel suite and finds her husband entangled with another woman, something inside her shatters.
She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. Instead, she walks away, her heart numb, her mind spinning. The life she built is over. The man she sacrificed everything for never deserved her.
Then comes Killian Wolfe.
Cold, calculating, and ruthlessly powerful, Killian is everything her husband is not. And he is done watching from the sidelines.
For years, he’s kept his distance, biting his tongue as his foolish stepbrother squandered the one good thing in his life. But now? Now, Killian doesn’t hold back. He steps in—offering her a way out, a place to stay, and, most dangerously, a deal she never saw coming.
"Let me take care of you," he tells her, his voice a low, commanding whisper.
She should say no. She should run. Because nothing about Killian Wolfe comes without a cost. But the way he looks at her—like she’s something precious, something worth ruining kingdoms for—makes her wonder if, just this once, she should let herself be wanted.
The game changes in a single night. A kiss turns into something more, and before she knows it, she’s tangled in his sheets, in his world, and in his control. But Killian doesn't just want her in his bed. He wants everything—her body, her mind, her soul. And most terrifying of all?
He wants her heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 98: First StepsGrace takes her first wobbly step toward Killian, and time stops completely.The boardroom goes silent. Twelve executives freeze mid-conversation as our eleven-month-old daughter lets go of her play mat and lurches forward on unsteady legs, arms stretched toward her father with pure determination.“Did she just—” Tom starts.“Shh,” Killian whispers, not taking his eyes off Grace as she takes another wobbling step.One step. Two. Three steps before she topples forward into Killian's waiting arms.“She walked!” he announces to the room, his voice cracking with emotion. “Did everyone see that? Grace just walked!”“We saw,” Loretta says, grinning. “That was beautiful.”“First steps during quarterly review,” another board member observes. “Should we put that in the meeting minutes?”“We're putting that in the family history,” Killian says, kissing Grace's head while she babbles proudly in his arms. “She chose to walk to Daddy during an important business meeting.”“She chose to walk becaus
Last Updated: 2025-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 97: International RelationsThe UN Secretary-General wants Emery's input on global women's initiatives, and Grace comes along for the ride.“Mrs. Wolfe, the Secretary-General will see you now,” the aide says, glancing nervously at the stroller Killian is maneuvering through the UN security checkpoint.“Is the baby accompanying you to the meeting?” she asks carefully.“The baby goes where we go,” Killian replies with the tone that signals non-negotiable family policy.“Of course. Right this way.”I watch our ten-month-old daughter take in the marble corridors and international flags with the serious attention she brings to all new environments. Grace has been traveling with us since she was old enough to leave the apartment, accumulating passport stamps like other babies collect toys.“She's very alert,” the aide observes as Grace studies the passing diplomats and security personnel.“She's very curious about everything,” I say. “Especially new faces and voices.”“How does she handle diplomatic meetings?”“Better
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 96: Legacy BuildingThe trust fund documents are thicker than most novels, and Grace can't even walk yet.I stare at the stack of legal papers spread across our dining room table while Killian reviews each page with the same intensity he brings to major acquisitions. Grace sits in her high chair nearby, methodically destroying a piece of toast while her parents plan her financial future.“Education trust is fully funded through doctoral level at any accredited institution worldwide,” our attorney says, pointing to specific clauses. “Medical trust covers any health needs, including experimental treatments not covered by standard insurance.”“What about security provisions?” Killian asks.“Comprehensive personal protection funding, residential security allowances, transportation safety requirements. Everything you specified.”“Housing trust?”“Properties in New York, London, and any additional locations she chooses as an adult. Plus maintenance, taxes, and staff as needed.”Grace drops her toast and claps
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 95: Growing StrongAt six months old, Grace has Killian wrapped around her tiny finger.I watch from the nursery doorway as he lies on the floor beside her during tummy time, making ridiculous faces and sounds to encourage her attempts at rolling over. Grace pushes up on her arms, wobbles for a moment, then collapses with a frustrated gurgle.“Almost, beautiful girl,” Killian says encouragingly. “You are getting stronger every day.”“She's six months old, not training for the Olympics.”“She's developing core strength and motor skills. This is crucial foundation work for crawling, walking, and eventual athletic coordination.”“Or she's a baby playing on a blanket.”“Same thing, different perspective.”Grace makes another determined effort, this time managing to hold herself up for several seconds before toppling over. Killian immediately celebrates like she's just won a gold medal.“Did you see that? Six seconds! That's three seconds longer than yesterday!”“You are timing her tummy time?”“I'm document
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
Chapter: Chapter 94: New RoutinesThe boardroom has been converted to accommodate a bassinet, and nobody dares comment.I stand in the doorway watching twelve board members pretend that having a sleeping baby in the middle of their quarterly review meeting is completely normal. The portable bassinet sits between Killian's chair and the presentation screen, complete with its own noise machine and temperature monitor.“Revenue projections for Q3 show steady growth,” Tom reports, gesturing carefully around Grace's sleeping form. “ ”Asia-Pacific markets have exceeded expectations.“ ”Grace makes a soft sound, and every head in the room turns toward her before quickly snapping back to attention.“Excellent,” Killian says, making notes while simultaneously checking the baby monitor app on his phone. “What about the Henderson merger timeline?”“On track for December completion, assuming no regulatory delays.”“Good. Contingency plans if there are delays?”“Fully developed and ready to implement.”I settle into the chair they
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
Chapter: Chapter 93: Home Sweet HomeThe nursery feels sacred as we carry Grace across the threshold for the first time.Killian holds her like she's made of spun glass while I trail behind, still moving carefully after yesterday's marathon labor. The room looks exactly as we planned—soft cream walls, elegant furniture, and enough security equipment to protect a small nation's leader.“Temperature is perfect,” Killian announces, checking the digital readout on the climate control system. “Humidity levels are optimal. Air filtration running smoothly.”“She's not a hothouse flower Killian.”“She's our daughter. Same thing.”Grace sleeps peacefully through her father's environmental monitoring, apparently unbothered by the transition from hospital to home. I settle into the rocking chair while Killian performs what I'm starting to recognize as his security sweep—checking camera angles, testing motion sensors, ensuring everything functions according to his specifications.“The crib placement is wrong,” he says suddenly.“Wro
Last Updated: 2025-09-22

109 Days of Obsession
He left me broken—stripped of everything I had worked for, humiliated in front of everyone who once respected me. My savings? My investments? Drained by the man I once loved and trusted. And just when I thought the worst had passed, he laughed in my face, parading his betrayal.
But then he arrived. A man even my ex feared. Dominic Vale—ruthless, untouchable, a billionaire with power that makes men bow and women tremble. That day, he stepped in, took my hand, and pulled me into his arms as if I belonged there. “She’s mine,” he said. And for the first time in forever, my ex looked scared.
I should’ve questioned it. I should’ve walked away. But when Dominic made his offer in the backseat of his sleek black car, I couldn’t resist.
“109 days,” he murmured. “Be my wife. My possession. My toy. And in return? I’ll make sure he suffers for every single tear you’ve shed.”
It was madness. It was dangerous. But I wanted revenge—I craved it. So, I said yes.
What does he get out of it? He won’t tell me.
But as the days pass, as I step into the role of Dominic’s perfect, obedient wife in public and something far more sinful behind closed doors, I start to realize the truth.
This isn’t just about revenge.
This is about him—about the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. About the way he touches me like he’s wanted this for far longer than I can comprehend.
And the most terrifying part?
I think I want it too.
But when secrets start to unravel, I learn that revenge is never sweet. And loving a man like Dominic Vale might be my greatest downfall.
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Chapter: Chapter Three 109 Days Of Chains The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk.It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made.I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was.Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple.A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage.No emotional ties.No media leaks.No questions.No falling in love.I almost laughed out loud when I read that clause.Dominic Vale wasn’t looking for a partner. He was offering a performance. One that required a pretty face beside him, a story the public would buy, and a guarantee that I would disappear once the curtain closed.There was no tenderness in the terms. Just ownership dressed in elegant language. I was to be available when needed, silent when not, and convincing enough to sell the illusion of intimacy.And in return he would offer me power. Position. R
Last Updated: 2025-04-24
Chapter: Chapter Two The Stranger Who Claimed Me The ballroom stilled—like someone had sucked the oxygen straight out of it.It wasn’t the music. That had faded. It wasn’t the champagne flutes pausing midair, or the whispers silencing one after the other.It was his voice.“Ava is not a low life nor a liability. Such a pity a fool like you doesn’t know the value of what you had but well…the damage is already done,” the man beside me said, calm but cutting. “And I don’t share.”The sound wasn’t loud, but it moved through the crowd like lightning does a quiet sky—sudden, direct, impossible to ignore.A hush fell over the room, not just from curiosity, but from tension. Everyone turned toward us with the same question written across their faces: Who the hell is he?Even Caleb’s expression twisted.The smirk he wore so proudly evaporated. His brows drew together, like someone had upended the script he’d prepared for tonight.“I’m sorry,” Caleb said sharply, “Who the hell are you?”The man didn’t blink, didn’t step back. He took a slow s
Last Updated: 2025-04-24
Chapter: Chapter One The Fall[ALERT: Your balance has dropped below $100.]I blinked as I stared at the notification on my phone, and blinked again twice. The fuck just happened?That had to be wrong.I clicked into my banking app, thinking it was a glitch. A maintenance update. Maybe a bug.But alas it was neither. My balance really was below $100 - $67 to be precise.My chest tightened as I refreshed the page over and over again frantically.But no matter how many times I did it still showed $67.With my hands suddenly shaking, I switched to my savings account.Zero.Then the emergency account I’d created when things with Caleb started getting serious.Zero.“No. No, no, no…” I whispered, grabbing my phone with shaky hands. My fingers flew over the screen as I hit speed dial for the bank.Jazz music played on the other end of the line. Soft. Unbothered. Completely opposite of the panic clawing its way through my ribs.A voice finally came on. “Thank you for calling. How may I assist you today?”“Yes—hi. I need
Last Updated: 2025-04-24