He wanted an heir, not a wife.
Elara Hart resides in a gilded prison. She agreed to marry Adrian Kingsley, a man who sees emotions as a liability and his wife as a required transaction in order to save her dying father. In the hopes that her patience would eventually break the billionaire's heart, Elara puts up with the chilly quiet of their London house for a year.
However, Elara's hope is dashed when she learns two things on the same day: that she is carrying the Kingsley heir at last, and that Adrian has already completed the legal paperwork to dump her as soon as the kid is born. She is a throwaway container for him and a minor inconvenience for his mother.
Elara does the unthinkable as she realizes she is imprisoned in a home that just wants her womb. She vanishes without a trace.
Dr. Elara Hart is now a much more confident woman than the shy young lady who asked for an appointment seven years ago. She is a well-known doctor and a fiercely protective mother to Lucas, who has Adrian's steel-gray eyes. The balance of power has changed when Adrian returns to her life through a chance meeting. Too late, Adrian understands that love can not be controlled, but Elara is no longer available. He must realize that in this struggle of wills, some hearts can not be won back once they have been broken.
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Chapter: Chapter Five:Elara's pov I sat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the plastic stick trembling in my hand. Two pink lines.It was the very thing I had prayed for six months ago, believing a child would be the bridge to Adrian’s heart. Now, looking at those lines, all I felt was a cold, paralyzing terror. I wasn't carrying a baby; I was carrying the Kingsley's most valuable asset.I heard the heavy click of the bedroom door. Adrian was back from his late-night study session.Panic surged. I stood up, looking for a place to hide the test, but there was nowhere. The trash was too obvious. The cabinets were too shallow. I shoved the plastic stick deep into the pocket of my silk robe just as the bathroom door swung open.Adrian stood there, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, looking tired and strikingly handsome in a way that usually made my breath hitch. Tonight, he just looked like a predator."You're still up," he said, his eyes narrowing as they tracked my pale face. "You look like you've seen
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Chapter: Chapter FourElara's pov The gala was a sea of black ties and champagne flutes, but to me, it felt like a firing squad.Adrian’s hand was a heavy weight on the small of my back. He didn't hold me; he steered me. We moved through the ballroom of the Vale estate, a space so gilded it felt like walking inside a gold bar. Every head turned as we passed. I felt the weight of their gazes sharp, calculating, comparing the girl in the emerald silk to the memory of the woman who used to stand there."Keep your head up," Adrian murmured, his lips barely moving. "You’re gripping your glass so hard the stem might snap."I forced my fingers to relax. "I’m fine.""You’re vibrating, Elara."We stopped in front of a circle of London’s elite. And there she was.Serena Vale owned a room rather than entering it. She was covered in a dress made of liquid silver that seemed to have been poured over her flesh. As soon as we drew near, her eyes, which were a stunning, killer blue, immediately fixed on Adrian, and her h
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeElara's pov After Victoria left, I remained in the morning room for a while. The sun moved, creating long, bony shadows of the window frames on the floor, and I remained there until the tea became sludge.‘Serena is back.’The name was familiar to me long before I ever met the person. I made the mistake of Googling him in an effort to close the distance between us during the first few months of our marriage. I had hundreds of images of them. Serena Vale, who had a grin that made her seem to own the air she inhaled and blonde hair. Adrian appeared differently in those images. His jaw was looser. He resembled a man who was still living, not a working machine.I got up, my legs feeling heavy. If I didn't take action, the walls would have eventually crushed me. The little conservatory with glass walls in the back of the house is where I spent the afternoon. The only location where things were permitted to grow without a plan. As I was repotting a dying orchid with my hands covered with
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Chapter: Chapter TwoElara's povThe Kingsley mansion's morning light was always too strong, bouncing off the white marble and polished silver until my head ached. I was by myself when I woke up. The bed next to me was already chilly, and the silk sheets were arranged as though I had never been there.I sat in my vanity, looking at the lady in the mirror. I had the appearance of a Kingsley my hair was perfectly styled, my skin was radiant thanks to costly serums but my eyes were still the same brown eyes of the girl who had grown up in a quiet, drafty suburban house, the daughter of a man whose sole legacy was a mountain of medical debt.My phone buzzed on the velvet surface.Maya: Tell me he at least gave you something sparkly. Please assure me that you are not having stale leftover lamb for breakfast. At last, my mask was broken by a real, little smile. My thumbs were hovering over the screen as I answered the phone. How can I inform her? How could I tell the only person who remembered the "real" Ela
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Chapter: Chapter OneElara's povIn the vast silence of the dining room, the silk of my emerald dress whispered against my legs, a gentle, mocking sound. I chose this color because six months prior, Adrian had given me a three-second gaze that was longer than usual and said that it suited me. For six months, I lived for those three seconds.I moved the crystal water goblet just a little bit to the left. Everything had to be flawless. It was our first anniversary today, 365 days after I had walked down the aisle of St. George's, filled with a terrifying, innocent hope that I could be the warmth to melt the ice of the Kingsley legacy.The grandfather clock in the entry chimed nine o'clock. Following that, ten. The roasted lamb on the table was now a corpse rather than a dish. The rosemary infused juice had solidified into a drab, gray layer. As Victoria had instructed me, I kept my posture impeccable at the head of the table. "A Kingsley woman never slouches, Elara. Even when she is alone. Especially then.
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