Under His Billionaire Roof
One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap.
For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he’s ever faced.
Chloe’s single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher.
When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he’s finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he’d never touch.
Some rules are made to be broken.
Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.
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Chapter: Chapter 112: Five Years Later"Mommy, Tristan stole my dinosaur!"Liam's voice hit me before I made it down the stairs. I was already late for a client call. Already juggling my phone and coffee and the presentation deck I'd printed last night."Did not!" Tristan yelled back. "It's mine!"I walked into the kitchen. Found both boys on the floor. Wrestling over a plastic T-Rex. Breakfast forgotten. Milk spilled across the table. Cheerios scattered like confetti."Both of you. Stop." My voice came out sharper than I meant. They froze. Looked up at me with identical guilty expressions. Noah's dark eyes. My nose. Five years old and already masters of manipulation."He started it," they said in unison.I set my coffee down. Picked up the dinosaur. "This goes in timeout. You both go eat breakfast. Now.""But Mom...""Now."They scrambled to the table. I cleaned up the milk. Checked my phone. The client call started in three minutes. I wasn't ready. Wasn't even close to ready."Need help?" Noah appeared in the doorway. Su
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Chapter: Chapter 111: The Birth"I need you to push."Dr. Silva's voice cut through the fog. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. The pain was everywhere. Swallowing me whole."I can't." My voice came out broken. Weak."Yes you can." Noah's hand gripped mine. Too tight. Hurting me. I didn't tell him to stop. "Look at me, Leigh. Look at me."I turned my head. Found his eyes. Terrified. But steady."You can do this," he said. "You're the strongest person I know."Another contraction hit. Ripped through my body. I screamed. Couldn't help it. The sound tore out of me."That's it," Dr. Silva said. "Channel that. Push through it. Baby A is right there."I pushed. Used every ounce of strength I had left. My body felt like it was splitting apart. Breaking. Dying."Good. Again. One more big push."I bore down. Pushed harder. Felt something give. Felt pressure release.Then I heard it. A cry. Small. Angry. Perfect."Baby A is here," Dr. Silva announced. "It's a boy."I collapsed back against the pillows. Sobbing. Shaking. A nu
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Chapter: Chapter 110: Maya's Moment"Please tell me you didn't fire me."Maya's voice cracked through the phone. Leighton sat up in bed. Too fast. Her head spun. She steadied herself against the headboard."What? Why would I fire you?""Because I changed three slides. Added a transition you didn't approve. Used the alternate color palette on the packaging mockups."Leighton's heart pounded. The Meridian presentation had been two hours ago. She'd been lying in bed. Trying not to think about it. Failing completely."How did it go?" she asked quietly."I don't know. They didn't say much. Just asked questions. Took notes. Robert said they'd be in touch.""That's it?""That's it. I'm so sorry. I know you wanted to be there. I know I probably messed everything up.""Maya. Stop. Tell me exactly what happened."Maya took a shaky breath. Started talking. Described walking into the boardroom. Fifteen executives. All watching her. All waiting."I was terrified. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the remote. But then I r
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Chapter: Chapter 109: The Breaking Point"I told you to stay in bed."Noah's voice shook. He lifted Leighton into his arms. She was too weak to argue. Blood soaked through her clothes. Through his shirt where he held her."I'm sorry," she whispered."Don't talk. Just hold on."He carried her to the car. Drove faster than he should. Ran red lights. She pressed her hand to her stomach. Felt nothing. No movement. Too early for movement. But the silence felt wrong anyway.The ER took her immediately this time. No waiting. Straight to a room. Monitors. IVs. Dr. Silva appeared within minutes."What happened?" Her voice was sharp. Controlled anger."She got out of bed," Noah said. "Went to her office. Worked for two hours."Dr. Silva's jaw tightened. She didn't look at Leighton. Just started the ultrasound.The screen lit up. Two shapes. Leighton held her breath."Baby A. Heartbeat present." Dr. Silva moved the wand. "Baby B. Also present."Leighton started crying. Relief so intense it hurt."You're lucky," Dr. Silva said. Not kind
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Chapter: Chapter 108: Complications"There's blood."Leighton stared at the tissue. Pink. Faint. But definitely blood.Dr. Silva's face went serious. "How much?""Just spotting. Not a lot.""Any cramping?""Some. But I've had cramping since I found out I was pregnant.""This is different?"Leighton hesitated. "Maybe. Sharper. Lower."Dr. Silva moved fast. Called for an ultrasound machine. A nurse wheeled it in. The room suddenly felt crowded. Urgent.Noah burst through the door. Breathless. "What's happening?""Possible threatened miscarriage," Dr. Silva said. "We're checking now."The color drained from Noah's face. He grabbed Leighton's hand. Squeezed so hard it hurt.Cold gel on her stomach. The wand pressing. Dr. Silva's eyes on the screen. Seconds felt like hours."There." Dr. Silva pointed. "Baby A. Heartbeat strong."Leighton couldn't breathe."And Baby B. Also strong. Both measuring on track.""Then what's wrong?" Noah asked."Could be implantation spotting. Could be subchorionic hematoma. Small bleed between th
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Chapter: Chapter 107: Telling Chloe"You're acting weird."Chloe stood in the doorway. Emma on her hip. Her eyes narrowed at Leighton and Noah sitting on the couch. Too close. Too tense."We're not weird," Leighton said."You texted me to come over immediately. On a Thursday afternoon. You're definitely weird."Noah stood. "Come in. Sit down.""Now I'm really worried." But Chloe came inside. Set Emma in her carrier. The baby gurgled. Happy. Oblivious.Chloe sat across from them. Arms crossed. "What's going on? Is someone dying? Are you dying?""Nobody's dying," Leighton said."Then what?"Leighton looked at Noah. He nodded. She took a breath."I'm pregnant."Chloe's mouth fell open. "What?""Pregnant. Eight weeks.""Oh my God." Chloe's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God. You're pregnant?""Yes."Chloe launched herself across the coffee table. Grabbed Leighton. Hugged her so tight it hurt. "I'm going to be an aunt. Emma's going to have a cousin. This is amazing. Why do you look terrified? You should be happy.""There's
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MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE
She walked in on her fiancé buried deep inside her best friend the night before their wedding.
Nadia Reeves did not cry. She did not scream. She walked straight into a Vegas bar and ordered enough whiskey to burn the world down.
That was when the Devil found her.
Dominic Marcello was cold, ruthless, and impossibly beautiful. He offered her a deal wrapped in black ink and diamonds: marry him, become his in every way, and watch him destroy the two people who shattered her. In return, he would give her the revenge she craved and the power she never knew she needed.
She said yes.
What began as a drunken contract in a neon chapel quickly became something far more dangerous. Dominic's touch awakened sensations he had never felt in his life and something feral in her. He claimed her body with ice and dominance. She claimed his soul without trying. Their nights were raw, possessive, and intimate. Their days became an intoxicating game of power, public revenge, and deepening obsession.
But every perfect touch and whispered "little dove" was built on one buried secret.
Dominic had not simply taken advantage of her pain. He had orchestrated the entire betrayal.
When Nadia discovers the blood money he paid her best friend to seduce her fiancé, proof that her entire marriage was part of his cold calculation from the beginning, her world implodes.
Now the man who taught her how to burn is the one holding the match to their future.
Can a love forged in manipulation, obsession, and breathtaking passion survive the ultimate betrayal? Or will the devil who woke her up be the one who finally breaks her?
A dark, addictive billionaire romance packed with scorching dominance, heart-wrenching emotion, a jaw-dropping midpoint twist, and an earned, swoon-worthy HEA.
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Chapter: Chapter 146: I Am NowThe folder had been on my desktop for fourteen months.I knew the exact number because I had created it on a specific Thursday in November and the date was embedded in the file's metadata in the way that everything digital was dated whether you wanted it to be or not. Fourteen months of opening my laptop every morning and seeing the folder in the corner of the screen labeled *Later* and making the same assessment each time.Not yet.The assessment had been correct each time I made it. I had learned, through considerable practice, to trust my own read on my own readiness, the specific internal inventory that Dr. Okafor had helped me develop and that I now ran without her prompting when I encountered something that required it. The folder had been not yet for fourteen months and each time I had checked and found not yet I had accepted it and closed the laptop and continued the day.Until a Tuesday in January.Nothing specific about the Tuesday. No anniversary, no trigger, no particular
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Chapter: Chapter 145: I Know Where The Safe IsHe started writing it the week after the result came back clear.I did not know this while it was happening. He wrote in the mornings, the early window before the household activated, and he did not tell me he was doing it until it was done. This was not the old withholding. I understood the distinction clearly now, the difference between managing information that affected me and keeping something private until it was ready to be shared. He had been doing the second thing and he told me when the second thing was complete.He told me on a Sunday.We were in the kitchen after the children had gone to Lisette's for the afternoon, the specific gift of a Sunday afternoon that Lisette provided with increasing regularity because she had decided, at some point in the last year, that giving us time was its own form of love and she was going to give it whether we asked for it or not.He sat down across from me.He had a look I recognized as the look of someone who was about to say something the
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Chapter: Chapter 144: The WaitingHe told me the same day.That was the first thing I noticed, later, when I had the distance to notice things. Not that there had been an abnormal result. Not that there was going to be three weeks of waiting. But that he had told me the same day, within hours of the call from his doctor, without any of the strategic delay that would have once characterized how he managed information that might cause me distress.He came home at five and told me before he took off his coat."I need to tell you something," he said. "And I want you to hear all of it before you respond."I turned from the kitchen counter.He told me about the routine check. The bloodwork that was part of the annual physical he had been doing since the health scare conversation we had had years ago, the conversation where I had said I needed him to take care of himself as a condition of our life together, which he had accepted and maintained. The result that had come back flagged. The follow-up appointment already schedule
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Chapter: Chapter 143: A Single TuesdayThe alarm went off at six forty-five.Not a crisis. Not an anniversary. Not a Tuesday that had any particular significance attached to it beyond the fact of being Tuesday, which was school day and foundation day and the day that Dominic had his standing call with the advisory board at eight and the day that Alexander had the music session he had recently decided was the most important part of his week.Just a Tuesday.I turned off the alarm before it woke Dominic, which was a skill I had developed sometime in the second year of children, the specific muscle memory of a hand that moved toward the phone in the dark without requiring the rest of me to be fully conscious.He was already awake.He was usually already awake.We lay there for approximately ninety seconds in the specific early morning way of two people who have not yet fully committed to the day and are in the window between sleep and function where the world is still quiet and nothing has been required of either of them yet.
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Chapter: Chapter 142: Thank You. This Helped.He told me on a Sunday evening in April.Not immediately. Not the way he had learned to tell me things that required telling, which was promptly and directly and without the strategic delay that had once characterized how he managed information. This was different from that. This was not a delay born of management. It was the delay of someone who had done something private and was figuring out how to share it without making the sharing into something larger than the thing itself.We were on the couch after the children were in bed.The specific Sunday evening quiet. The week ahead and the week behind and the particular stillness of two people who had been inside a full day and were now in the part of it that belonged only to them.He said he had done something and wanted to tell me about it.I put down what I was reading.He had written to the three women from the trial.Not one. All three. Maya and Dani and Rochelle, whose names I had carried since the conference room in the prosecut
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Chapter: Chapter 141: I Just Learned To Use It DifferentlyI woke up to the card.It was on the pillow beside me. Dominic was already up, which I knew before I opened my eyes because the specific quality of the warmth on his side of the bed had the cooled-down quality of someone who had been gone for a while, and the card was there in his place, positioned with the deliberateness of someone who had placed it carefully rather than left it.Folded paper. Isabella's handwriting on the front.MAMA.The letters were various sizes. The M was the largest, ambitious, taking up approximately forty percent of the card's front real estate. The A's decreased in height across the word in a pattern that suggested she had made the first one and then recalibrated the available space and adjusted accordingly. The final A was smaller than it wanted to be but was completing a commitment that had already been made and was doing so without complaint.It was the best word I had ever seen written.Inside: a drawing of what I understood to be our family, identified
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The Holidate Pact
SLOANE HOLBROOK is a thirty-five-year-old copywriter whose only commitment is to sarcasm, but every major holiday turns her into a single, pitiful spectacle for her judgmental family.
Her solution? JACKSON, a charming, commitment-phobic Australian golf coach who needs a distraction just as badly as she does. They forge the "Holidate Pact" a year-long contract to be each other’s flawless, platonic plus-ones for every major event, with one rigid rule: zero feelings.
But when a New Year's Eve kiss designed for public consumption feels startlingly real, Sloane and Jackson realize surviving the holiday calendar is easy; surviving the relentless, rule-breaking, undeniable attraction might be impossible.
They signed up for a cynical transaction, but what happens when their fake relationship becomes the most honest thing in their lives?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 53: The Voicemail**SLOANE**The wine bottle was empty.I stared at it. Tried to remember when I'd opened it. After I got home from Murphy's maybe. After I'd driven away like a coward.My phone was in my hand. Had been for the last hour.2:13 AM.I should go to bed. Sleep. Stop thinking about Jackson sitting in that bar looking broken.Instead I hit call.It rang. Once. Twice. Three times.Voicemail.His voice. Recorded. Professional."You've reached Jackson. Leave a message."The beep came too fast. I wasn't ready."Hi. It's me. Sloane. Obviously you know that. Caller ID. I'm rambling. Sorry."I took a breath. Tried to focus. Failed."I'm calling because I saw you tonight. At Murphy's. I was outside. In my car. Peter told me to come and I came but I couldn't go in. I sat there for twenty minutes like an idiot and then I left. And now I'm home and I'm drunk and I'm calling you at two in the morning because apparently I make terrible decisions."My voice cracked. I kept going."I'm sorry. For everything
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Chapter: CHAPTER 52: Three Days Until Australia**JACKSON**"To new beginnings!"Dean raised his glass. Everyone else followed. Beer sloshing. Voices too loud.I lifted mine. Forced a smile. Drank.The whiskey burned going down. Good. I wanted it to burn."Can't believe you're actually doing this," Mike said. He was on his third beer. Maybe fourth. I'd lost count."Doing what?""Going back. After everything."After everything. Yeah. That about summed it up.The bar was packed. Friday night in Chicago. Everyone celebrating the weekend. The holidays. Life.I was celebrating leaving.Dean ordered another round. I didn't argue. Just kept drinking."Australia's lucky to have you back," someone said. One of the other golfers. I couldn't remember his name."Thanks.""You're going to kill it on that tour.""That's the plan."My phone sat on the table. Screen dark. Silent.I checked it anyway.Nothing.No calls. No texts. No Sloane.Three days. I was leaving in three days and she hadn't said a word.Not that I expected her to. Three weeks o
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Chapter: CHAPTER 51: Cowardgl**SLOANE**"Get to Murphy's. Now."Peter's voice came through the phone sharp. Angry. The kind of angry he saved for when I was being particularly stupid."I can't.""Yes you can. You're getting in your car and you're driving here."I was already in my pajamas. Already settled on the couch with a blanket and Netflix I wasn't watching."Peter, I don't think...""He's leaving in five days, Sloane. FIVE DAYS. You have five days to fix this or you regret it for the rest of your life."My chest tightened. Five days. That's what Mike's text had said. December twentieth."What am I supposed to say to him?""I don't know. Start with sorry. Start with anything. Just get here.""He doesn't want to see me.""He's sitting in a bar alone looking miserable because of you. Pretty sure he wants to see you.""Then why hasn't he called?""Why haven't you?"I didn't have an answer for that.Peter's sigh came through the phone."Murphy's. Twenty minutes. If you're not here, I'm coming to drag you out m
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Chapter: CHAPTER 50: Five Days Until His Flight**JACKSON**"You're really doing this."Caroline stood in my bedroom doorway. Watching me fold shirts into my suitcase."Yeah.""You're leaving in five days.""I know what day it is."She walked in. Sat on the edge of my bed. The one I hadn't slept in for weeks."Are you sure about this?"I kept folding. Blue shirt. Gray shirt. Black shirt. Everything looked the same."No.""Then why are you going?""Because there's nothing keeping me here.""That's not true."I stopped folding. Looked at her."She hasn't called. Hasn't texted. Hasn't even looked at me in three weeks. What am I supposed to do? Keep waiting forever?""She's scared.""So am I. Difference is I'm not running.""Aren't you?"The words hit harder than they should have.I shoved another shirt in the suitcase. Didn't bother folding it.Caroline picked up a photo frame from my nightstand. The one from Easter. Me and Sloane at her parents' house. Her laughing at something. My arm around her.We looked happy. We were happy."She
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Chapter: CHAPTER 49: December Blues**SLOANE**"That'll be forty-three fifty."The cashier smiled at me. I didn't smile back. Just handed her my card.The sweater for my dad sat in the bag. Blue. Cashmere. Expensive. He'd never wear it.I didn't care. Shopping was something to do. Better than sitting in my apartment staring at Jackson's golf clubs.The mall was packed. Families. Couples. People who looked happy.I hated all of them.A woman bumped into me. Didn't apologize. Just kept walking with her boyfriend's hand in hers.They were laughing about something. His arm around her shoulders. Her leaning into him.I wanted to scream.Instead I walked to the next store. Bath and Body Works. Maya loved their candles.The smell hit me immediately. Cinnamon. Pine. All the Christmas scents.Last year I'd been here with Jackson. He'd made fun of every single candle."Who wants their house to smell like a fake tree?""People who don't have real trees.""Then get a real tree.""I live in an apartment.""So do I. Doesn't stop me."
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Chapter: CHAPTER 48: Thanksgiving Apart**JACKSON**"You're not eating."My mum, Caroline set another plate in front of me. Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Stuffing. All of it looked like cardboard."I'm not hungry.""You're never hungry anymore."She sat across from me at her small dining table. Just the two of us. First Thanksgiving in years it'd been just us.First Thanksgiving without Sloane."Eat anyway," she said. "You're wasting away."I picked up my fork. Moved food around the plate. Put the fork down.My phone sat next to my napkin. Screen dark. Silent."Have you heard from her?" Caroline asked."No.""Have you tried calling?""She doesn't want to talk to me.""Did she say that?""She ran away from me at the diner. That's pretty clear."Caroline cut her turkey. Chewed slowly. The silence stretched."You know what today is?" she asked finally."Thanksgiving.""It's the first holiday you've missed. Since the pact."The pact. God. That felt like a lifetime ago.New Year's. Valentine's. Easter. Memorial Day. We'd done them al
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Chapter: CHAPTER 17: Professional Distance**Nora**I stood in the authentication room the next morning. My tools lay spread across the table. Griffin walked in without knocking. He carried a large portfolio under his arm. He set it down between us."Warren wants these cataloged," he said. His voice stayed even. "Forgeries mixed in. You are the expert."I nodded once. No small talk. No mention of last night. We both knew the rules now. Professional distance. That was what I needed.He opened the portfolio. Paintings and documents spilled across the surface. I moved to his side. Our shoulders almost touched. I picked up the first piece. A small landscape. My fingers traced the edges. The paint felt wrong under my touch. Too smooth in places. Too heavy in others.Griffin watched me work. He did not speak at first. He just stood there. Close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.I pointed to a corner of the canvas. "See this? The brushwork here is too perfect. Real aging would show cracks. This one was painted to look
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Chapter: CHAPTER 16: "The Art of Watching**Nora"**I stopped confronting Griffin after that night. I did not scream anymore. I did not demand more answers right away. Instead I watched him. I was an authenticator. My job was to look at something until it told me the truth. So I turned that skill on my husband. For one full week I studied every move he made. Every habit. Every small thing he did when he thought no one was looking. The first morning I sat at the breakfast table before he arrived. I kept my eyes on my coffee. Black. Too hot. I drank it standing up most days. When Griffin walked in he did the exact same thing. He poured his coffee black. Took the first sip while still standing. No cream. No sugar. Just like me. I felt a small jolt in my chest. Unwanted. I pushed it down. Later that day I followed him to his study from a distance. I stayed in the hallway where he could not see me. He read architectural plans the same way I examined paintings. He started at the corner. Worked his way inward. Slow. Meth
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Chapter: Chapter 15: The First AccusationI waited in the sitting room until the house grew quiet. The evidence sat on the low table in front of me. The printed photo of Griffin accepting the award with the scar clearly visible on his raised hand. The folded note from three months ago. I had laid them out like pieces of a painting I was authenticating. Every detail pointed to the same truth. My hands stayed steady even though my pulse raced. I was not shouting. I was not crying. I was doing what I did best. Looking for what did not fit. And everything about Griffin Marlowe did not fit. The front door clicked open. Footsteps moved through the hall. I stayed seated. My back straight. When he stepped into the room his eyes found me immediately. He knew something was wrong. He always seemed to know. "Nora," he said. His voice stayed low. Careful. I looked up at him. "Sit down." He did not argue. He crossed the room and sat in the chair across from me. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw. Close enough to s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14: Research and Ruin**Nora"** I sat at the small desk in my authentication room. The laptop screen glowed in the dim light. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had to know. I could not let the questions sit inside me any longer. Griffin. The name still felt wrong in my mouth. Not Sterling. Griffin. I typed his name into the search bar. Griffin Marlowe. The results loaded fast. Architecture awards. Overseas projects. Photos of sleek modern buildings he had designed. He looked serious in every shot. Focused. Like the work mattered more than the spotlight. I clicked through the images. My authenticator eye scanned each one the way I examined a painting. Looking for what did not fit. Looking for the lie. An article from five years ago caught my attention. Griffin accepting an award. He stood on stage with his right hand raised. The scar on his knuckles showed clear in the photo. White against his skin. The same scar I had seen when he signed the contract. My stomach tightened. I zoomed in. The memo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13: The Crack in the Mask**Nora"** I slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame rattled. My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Griffin. The name burned in my mind. Not Sterling. Griffin. The second son. The man who had signed that contract while pretending to be someone else. I paced the room. My bare feet slapped against the cold hardwood. The massive bed loomed in the center like a reminder of the lie I had just stepped into. Three years. I had signed away three years of my life to a stranger who was not even the stranger I thought he was. How could he do this? How could he look me in the eye and let me believe he was Sterling Marlowe? The contract said a Marlowe son. Technicality. That was what he had called it. A fucking technicality. Anger surged through me hot and sharp. I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud and fell to the floor. Not enough. Nothing felt enough. I stopped in front of the full length mirror. My reflec
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12: Dinner with the Devil**Nora"** The dining room felt like a battlefield. I sat at the long table in a simple black dress. My hands stayed folded tight in my lap. Sterling sat across from me. He stayed quiet as always. Candles flickered between us. The food smelled rich, but I barely tasted it. Every bite stuck in my throat. This formal dinner was supposed to feel normal. Husband and wife sharing a meal. Instead it felt like stepping into a trap I had walked into with open eyes. Warren Marlowe sat at the head of the table like a king. His silver hair caught the light. His eyes moved between us. They looked sharp and calculating. He raised his glass. "To the new Mrs. Marlowe. May this union bring strength to both families." I lifted my glass but didn’t drink. Strength. That word tasted like a lie. I had married to save my family. Not to build his empire. Suspicion from the fakes in my office still sat heavy in my chest. Now this dinner made it worse. The door opened. A man walked in. Tall. Broad shoul
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