
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 19: How Bad Can It Hurt? Emery’s POVMel’s voice echoed in my head long after she left.“Be cautious, Emery. If you dig too deep, you may find something you can't unsee.”I stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, staring at the cold blue light of my phone screen until it faded. Until it was just me and the pounding in my chest.Because I had seen something. Maybe be all of it . MAY not clearly. But something inside Killian was cracking, and I could feel it in every glance, every word left unspoken. The man behind the curtain wasn’t just ruthless. He was tormented.And I… I was falling for him anyway.I took a deep breath, I prepared myself, and pushed open the door to the suite.Only to stop dead in my tracks.Killian was pacing. His shirt sleeves rolled up. Phone pressed to his ear.“She must be removed from the board, do you understand?" His voice was deadly. Calm on the surface, but ice cold rage lingered beneath every word. "I want a statement drafted denying every word before the press gets their hands i
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
Chapter: CHAPTER 18: Too DeepEmery's POVThe room was colder than it should have been for a sunny afternoon in May, but maybe it was just me—standing there silently while Killian adjusted his cufflinks as if nothing had happened the night before. As if he hadn’t shattered whatever delicate bond we had shared with the sharpness of his words and the sting of his possessiveness.I still wore the emotional bruises from that fight—not physical, but deeply felt. I could feel them within my ribs, echoing like phantom pain.And today, we had a role to fulfill. And Killian Wolfe was a master of performance.“Fix your smile,” he said under his breath, not even sparing me a glance.At that moment, I hated him a little. I hated how he could shift from desperate and broken to cold and calculated in a mere span of hours.“Why are we even doing this?” I asked, I crossed my arms tightly over my chest.He finally locked his gaze with me, and something shifted in his gaze. “Because perception is everything, and they are watching.”
Last Updated: 2025-05-30
Chapter: CHAPTER 17: Bind Or Break Emery’s POVI didn’t slam the door as I stepped out of the hotel suite.Oh, how I wish I did because I wanted to.I wanted to leave a scar loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear.But somewhere between the bathroom wall and Killian’s broken expression, my anger had turned to sorrow. The silence that followed me into the hallway felt more heavy than any scream could have been.My heels echoed down the corridor like gunfire.I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay.Not in a room where love felt like a battlefield.Not in his arms, not where his ownership is coated as safety.When I reached the elevator, I pressed the button, my hands trembling. It didn’t matter that my suitcase was still in the room. I didn't care. I just needed space. Clarity. Air that didn’t carry his scent.But then—“Emery.”His voice was low and wounded, and it came from behind me.I stopped. Frozen.He didn’t sound angry.He sounded broken.But still, I didn’t turn around. “You
Last Updated: 2025-05-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 16 : Last GoodbyeKillian's POVShe walked into the ballroom as if she owned the place—shoulders back, chin held high, glowing in a wine-red gown that showcased her every curve. But it wasn’t just the dress. It was her presence. That fierce, unapologetically beautiful of hers, that was completely out of my reach for the first time since the game began.And then he touched her arm.Laughter. Soft. Effortless. Hers.Something important for the first time twisted in my chest. The polished glass of my tumbler creaked in my grip as I watched him lean in. Too close. Too familiar. His hand lingered on her elbow as if he had the right to it.He didn’t.But neither did I—not anymore.The suitor—Julian Crest, he was the son of a media tycoon and he was the newest investor darling— he smirked in my direction as if he already knew where exactly to stab the knife. Emery didn't notice it. She didn’t have to be known. The damage had already been inflicted.She was smiling for him. Not for me.When our gazes finally m
Last Updated: 2025-05-28
Chapter: Chapter 15: Echoes of DistanceEmery’s POVKillian hadn’t returned home that night.Nor the night that followed.That night, the bed felt too big without him. The silence in the penthouse was the kind that crept into your skin, making it difficult to breathe. He hadn’t left a note, didn't even send a text. He disappeared into thin air and dark where he always seemed to live inAnd me?I was still here—drifting between rage and heartbeat, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t waiting. That I wasn’t glancing at the clock or the front door. That I wasn’t dying a little more each time the door remained shut.The voicemail played over and over again in my head."…someone else was looking into your past…"What did he mean? Who else knew? Who else was looking?But Killian wasn’t here to explain.And maybe that was his answer.Maybe I had been a pawn all along—something to be moved, sacrificed, used. Not a partner. Not a woman to be protected like she mattered, but a liability in someone else’s game.His game.I stood by
Last Updated: 2025-05-27
Chapter: Chapter 14 – The Price of PowerEmery’s POVThe day started in silence, yet it was a silence that held promises of chaos. I could sense the tension across Killian’s shoulders as we dressed in the dim light. I saw it; it was there in the way he refused to meet my gaze—he wasn't trying to act cold or distant, but because his mind was already elsewhere. Planning. Strategizing. Bracing himself. Occasionally, he would frown, his brows or forehead would deepen, and sometimes he would exalt loudly like he had gotten to a dead end.“You don’t have to come,” he said, adjusting his cufflinks, his tight tone carrying a hint of tension.“Yes, I do.”He turned to face me, his eyes dark and his expression flat and unreadable. "It won’t be clean."“Are we any different? Neither is anything about us.”That brought a light smile to his lips. It held something warm. But it disappeared just as quickly as it cameThe confrontation was held in the boardroom, and it was masked as a negotiation between two companies, yet nothing about th
Last Updated: 2025-05-26

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