Chapter: When lies start to crumpleAriana’s POV. I left the house like someone was chasing me.My hands were shaking as I slammed the door behind me. I didn’t even tell the butler that I was going out. My mind went completely blank except for one panicked question — what was my mother doing here?I didn’t even know how to feel — happy, scared, angry, all mixed together.I took the butler's car without asking. Getting a taxi here was as good as looking for a needle in a haystack. So… I'm sure the butler wouldn't mind. I finally got to the bus station. The place was crowded and lousy. My eyes kept scanning the crowd, it wasn’t till i saw her, that i let out a sigh of relief. She stood near the entrance with her small brown bag, wearing the same blue sweater she always wore at home. When her eyes found mine, her face lit up like the sun.“Ariana!” she called.I ran into her arms before I could stop myself.“My baby,” she whispered, holding my face. “Look at you. You’ve lost weight.”“Lost weight?” I laughed, checking
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: The box of dignity.Ariana’s POVFor the next few days, I became a ghost in that house. I cleaned his room before he woke up. I served his meals without looking at him. If he entered a room, I found a reason to leave it. I did everything fast, quiet, and invisible. But Jaxon… he was intentionally a pain in the ass. Every morning I felt his eyes on me, burning holes through my back. He never said much, he just watched me, and if I'm lucky, he ignores me. That day, I was in the hallway dusting the shelves when his voice cut through the silence.“Ariana.”My heart dropped into my stomach.I turned slowly. He stood near the stairs, holding a small box in his hand. It was black, expensive looking box. “Take this,” he said, holding it out.I walked closer and took it with shaking hands. It was heavier than I expected.“What… what do you want me to do with this?” I asked.His lips curled in that lazy, cruel way. “I want you to treat what’s inside very carefully,” he said. Then he added in a mocking tone, “Ma
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: When the devil wakes.Ariana’s POVI froze. My feet locked to the floor, my breath caught like a bird tangled in a net. Jaxon Devereaux stood at the bottom of the stairs, bare, careless, as if shame had no meaning in his vocabulary. I couldn’t look away— I swear I tried not to look down but it was almost impossible. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but something inside me whispered—if I moved or took my eyes off him for even a second he was going to kill me, he’d kill me before I reached the top step.His lips parted, his voice deep and cold. “What.”Just one word, and it was enough to make me remember how to run. My pulse spiked. I bolted, rushing up the stairs two at a time, heart pounding so violently it hurt. My hand slammed the door shut behind me. The sound echoed through the hall like a gunshot.I pressed my back to the door, my eyes squeezed tight as I muttered a silent but desperate prayer. God, please… Please keep me safe. Just this night.Then my gaze landed on my phone lying on the dress
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Chapter: A billion and a blow Jaxon’s POVThe second I walked into the hall, the whole place shifted. I didn’t need to announce myself—my name did the work. Heads turned, voices hushed, and then like clockwork, they started closing in.“Mr. Devereaux, such an honor.”“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to meet you.”“You’re the reason tonight even matters.”Flattery. Empty, desperate flattery. These people wanted to be near me, to leech off my presence like it was currency. These fools think my gaze would somehow mint their worth— and it kinda does. I let them orbit me for a while, watching their fake smiles and greedy eyes. This was a situation I despised but this is a price you pay when you let someone like Tom Miller drag you to one of his parties.“When I heard that Tom managed to drag you to his party, I was shocked,” one said, raising his glass towards me. “You are the only reason I came here.”And I will be the only reason you never want to work with the Devereaux's if Tom screws up. Then Tom finally a
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: A threat that follows. Ariana’s POV. “Rina?” I whispered into the phone, my voice breaking the silence that stretched too long.Nothing.My chest tightened. “Rina, are you still there? Please—say something.”Then, like a gunshot, her voice erupted through the line. “What the hell did you just say to me?”I winced, pulling the phone back slightly. “I—I told you. I slept with him.”“With Jaxon Devereaux?” she shouted. “Ariana, how the hell did you even meet him? People like him don’t just stroll into your life. They don’t walk into supermarkets or coffee shops. So explain it to me. How did you even cross paths with him, let alone—” her voice went sharper. “—end up in his bed?”I closed my eyes, trying not to raise my voice at her. We are not best of friends, in fact we stopped talking ever since we left high school, but I still expected better from her. I know people change but does she really think I have gone wide enough to sleep with anything that is within my reach. “Tell me,” she shouted again. “How t
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Chapter: Run little kitten. Jaxon’s POV. A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I saw that little weasel run to her room, banging her door shut like she was running from her worst nightmare. “I told you we should never meet again,” I muttered, folding my hands on my chest, leaning sideways on my door. “Now you will pay with your sanity.”After almost three minutes of staring at her door, I walked back inside my office, slamming the door shut. I had other things to do. I leaned back in my chair, pressing the phone to loudspeaker, my fingers drumming the polished wood of the desk. Tom Miller’s voice came through on the other end. “Mr. Devereaux,” he began, the same rehearsed enthusiasm I’d heard a hundred times. “What an honor. Truly, I can’t tell you how delighted I am that you took my call today.”He said he had an offer I wouldn't dare to refuse. That's the only reason I haven't sent this call to my secretary—- yet. “You’re always our most important guest, the centerpiece of every auction—thoug
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Chapter: The new roommate Aiden’s POV.It didn’t even take five minutes before the room exploded into chaos.My father’s voice was the first to rise. “He’s not staying here,” he said, pointing toward the woman like she carried a disease. “Find another place for your son.”Her face twisted in disbelief. “Excuse me? We already paid for this room. I have the receipt. My son has every right to stay here.”“You’ll get a refund,” my father barked. “But he’s not sharing a room with my son. Over my dead body.”“Your problem isn’t my concern,” she snapped back. “This dorm was assigned through the school. You can’t just change it because of your ridiculous pride.”“Ridiculous?” My father laughed bitterly. “You think I’ll allow my son to live under the same roof as your child? Never.”My mother tugged at his sleeve. “Please, calm down—”He shook her off. “No. I won’t calm down. Not when it’s her.”The woman folded her arms. “You’ve been the same arrogant man since the first day we met. Nothing’s changed. Still acting lik
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Chapter: When world's collideAiden’s POV. The first thing I felt when I woke was pain — the kind of pain that you experience after a long night on a hard bed. My head pounded. The room smelled of cologne and alcohol. I took a quick glance around, wondering where I was. Then I saw the empty glass on the table, and the suit jacket tossed carelessly on the chair.Then I saw him,asleep beside me, half-covered by the sheets. And that’s when I realized I was naked.My heart jumped so fast it made me sick. I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember everything. Bits and pieces came back — the bar, our conversation, his hand steadying me, the kiss that I didn’t stop.Oh God.I rolled off the bed and grabbed my pants from the floor. My hands were shaking as I pulled them on. Every move felt like a sin. My shirt was under the chair. My shoes were near the couch. I picked everything up in silence, praying he wouldn’t wake.When I looked at him again, he looked peaceful — too peaceful. His hair was messy, his jawline shar
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Chapter: The stranger at the barRyder’s POV.The night was almost perfect — the low music, the soft light spilling off the chandeliers, the way laughter hummed through the air like smoke.I was leaning on the bar, drink in hand, talking with a couple of the guys from the firm. It had been months since I’d seen them, and honestly, it felt good just to unwind.“Man, look at you,” Jason said, slapping my shoulder. “You disappear for two years and show up like you own the place.”I laughed. “Business keeps me busy, you know that. Meetings, deals — same old story.”“Business brought you to the city this time, huh?” Marcus asked, raising a brow. “Or someone?”I grinned into my glass. “Definitely business.”They groaned in mock disappointment. “You’ve gotten boring, Ry.”“Yeah, well,” I said, glancing around the room, “I’ll take boring over broke.”We laughed, and for a moment, everything felt easy. Just guys catching up, teasing each other, letting the night stretch. But then Jason leaned in and nodded toward the bar. “He
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Chapter: The partyAiden's pov. I spent an hour just staring at my closet. Every shirt looked wrong. Too plain, too neat, too much like the person I was supposed to be — not the person I really was.“It’s just a party,” I muttered to myself, buttoning the same blue shirt I wore to every campus event. “You’re going to see Peter. That’s all.”But I knew that wasn’t true. I wasn’t going there to “see Peter.” I was going there to see what I’d lost.When I got to the mirror, I tried smiling. It didn’t reach my eyes. I looked like someone pretending to be fine. Someone who’d practiced it too long.My phone buzzed — a text from Peter.“You coming, man?”I rolled my eyes, staring back at the mirror. I was having a second thought about everything but my hands had didn't quite agree with me. I typed back. “Yeah. On my way.” I slipped my phone in my pocket and headed out. My heart felt heavier with every step.The music from the house hit me before I even reached the front door. It was loud, full of bass and la
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Chapter: The goodbye Aiden’s POV. I never liked quiet rooms. They always made me feel like something bad had happened.That afternoon, when I came back from the school meeting, the room was too quiet. Usually, Peter would be there with his headphones on, singing terribly while typing something on his laptop. But this time, I only heard the sound of tape being ripped off a box.I stopped at the door, confused.“Peter?”He turned around quickly. He looked guilty — the kind of guilty that made my stomach twist. “Oh—hey, Aiden. You’re back early.”There were boxes all over the room. His side of the room was almost empty.“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to laugh. “You… moving out or something?”He smiled nervously. “Yeah, actually… I am.”I froze. For a moment, I thought he was joking. Peter and I had been roommates for almost three years. We did everything together — shared meals, late-night movies, exam stress. He was the one person I felt close to here.“Wait, what do you mean you’re moving out?” I aske
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MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER
You want revenge, Michelle? Then marry me."
The words came from the last person she ever expected—Kieran Castellan, her ex’s cold and ruthless stepbrother.
Hours earlier, Michelle’s world had fallen apart. She caught her fiancé cheating—with her best friend—right before saying “I do.” Humiliated, betrayed, and drowning in debt, she ran from the altar with nothing but pain in her chest.
Then Kieran found her. He needed a wife to keep his CEO position. She needed a way to survive.
It was supposed to be a deal—a one-year contract marriage, no feelings, no complications.
But the more time they spent together, the more dangerous their connection became. Kieran’s touch burned, his words softened, and somewhere between hatred and healing, Michelle started to fall.
Until old secrets, jealous enemies, and the ghosts of betrayal returned to tear them apart.
Now, she’s faced with a choice:
walk away before her heart breaks again…
or fight for the man she was never supposed to love.
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Chapter: Blood in the Spain.KIERAN’S POV. I arrived in Spain early the next morning.The private terminal was quiet, just the way I liked it. The moment I stepped down from the plane, a short man in a dark suit rushed toward me, almost tripping over his own feet.“Mr. Castellan,” he said, bowing slightly. “Welcome. I am Victor Ramos, the CEO of Ramos Designs. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you agreed to meet me.”“Nice to finally meet you too, Ramos,” I smiled, giving him a firm handshake. “Shall we?” He asked. I shook my head and pointed to the guards waiting for me at the far end of the private terminal. “I have my own ride,” I declined politely. His brows furrowed, looking like a lost sheep. He turned back to his cars parked at the end. “Is there a problem?” He asked, turning back to me. I forced a smile. “Don't take it the wrong way, Ramos. There is no such thing as being too careful.” He looked disappointed but he nodded his head. “See you soon,” he said and walked away. I walked to my men
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Chapter: Nowhere to run.MICHELLE’S POV. I headed straight to Kieran's office. I wasn’t sure how to face him, but I had to deliver the message. But in my defense, I tried my best. It was clear Sandra was out for Kieran — I figured out that one yesterday at the party when she kept asking me about Kieran and if I loved him the way he was. I said a silent prayer before walking into his office. I gently opened the door and walked in like a burglar breaking into someone's home. Kieran wasn't in the office — thankfully. My lips slowly curled into a faint smile, realizing I still have some time before touching the fire — kieran. The young woman in the office slowly turned to me with a small smile. I returned the smile, my brows furrowed in curiosity, trying to remember where I had seen her before… other than the office. “Michelle,” she called, walking towards me. “To what do I owe this visit?” I looked around. “I came to see Kieran," I said. “Is he around?”Her facial expression flickered to a mixture of curi
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Chapter: Lines of authority.MICHELLE’S POV. “What?!” I shouted. “Giovanni De Luca wants me to handle his house? But why?” I asked, shocked. “That's what I would like to know too,” Kieran growled, his face darkening with anger. I could swear the sudden heat was coming from him as his face looked like it was going to explode any minute. “I don’t know, Kieran,” I defended. And I would like to know. Why on earth would he pick me to handle his house? We barely talked at the party. I'm not sure he even remembers my face. “Did you say anything to his wife?” Kieran asked. I went silent for a while, replaying our conversation from yesterday, but nothing seemed off—nothing that could have influenced the decision.I shook my head. “We didn’t talk much. But I found out she loves art.”Kieran's face hardened, I could see the anger flare up in his eyes like a volcano at the verge of erupting and destroying everything. “I don't think I'm the cause,” I added. “Maybe he mistook me for someone else. Or maybe Mira misheard
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Chapter: Rare vintage.KIERAN’S POVThe drive to Giovanni De Luca's mansion was quiet. What happened at breakfast hung between us like a ghost. I didn’t look at Michelle. She didn’t look at me either.I had wanted to punch his face since he was a kid. I was glad Damien let me do it.After a few minutes of awkward silence, Michelle sighed and turned to me. “Thank you,” she said softly.“For what?” I asked.“For standing up for me.”I kept my eyes on the road. “You need to stand up for yourself, Michelle. No one in that house will respect you if you don’t.”She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I just got emotional.”I scoffed. She was too innocent. No wonder Damien used her for years and she didn’t even know.“You’ll be fine,” I muttered. “You’ll be fine.”We finally arrived at Giovanni De Luca’s mansion. It was nice, I have to say.The walls were cream-colored stone. Tall pillars held up big balconies. Lights shone from every window. Fountains lined the driveway, water sparkling in the evening lights.The drive
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
Chapter: Crossing the line.Michelle’s POV. I paced back and forth across my room, biting into my finger like it was the last solid thing left in my world. I still couldn't get my mind off Sarah. I didn’t want to believe what she said, but she was right. I was nothing but a tool to both parties and what if Kieran fails. I don’t know much about Paul, but I know he is just as powerful and influential as Kieran. And what was with Sarah? Why did she fall down like that? Doesn't she want the child? Or is the pregnancy fake?“Fuck,” i screamed, grabbing my hair in frustration as i fell to the bed. My mind was clouded with so many questions that I had no answer to and feared the answers more. The door slowly opened, revealing Kieran. “Kieran,” I called and got up quickly like I was some thief caught in the act of stealing a multi billion dollars item. “What are you doing here?” He raised a brow. I pursed my lips, realizing what I had just asked. I was questioning a man about what he was doing in his own house.“
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: Legacy for sale.KIERAN’S POV. I sat at the head of the long glass table in my office, hands folded, eyes calm. Outside the wide windows, the city stretched like it belonged to me. Maybe it did.Across from me sat Giovanni De Luca — gray hair slicked back, gold watch flashing on his wrist, suit too loud for a man his age.“So, Mr. Castellan,” he said, crossing his legs slowly. “Tell me again why I should trust your company with my land.”I leaned back in my chair. “Because Castellan Group doesn’t just build houses. We build legacies.”He raised a brow. “Every company says that.” I locked eyes with him, taking a sip of my wine. “Every company lies. I don’t.”He tilted his head. “Strong words.”“Strong work backs them up,” I replied. “We have built more than sixty luxury estates in the last five years alone. And you know that i don't do flashy boxes or a paupers house. My mansions speak for themselves.”He nodded in agreement, rubbing his beard. “Yeah, I hear that a lot. Everyone sings your praises li
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
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