Secrets & Sins
Blurb
Four years ago, Cassandra Romano life was destroyed. Her parents were murdered, her face was ruined, and she was left for dead by the people she trusted. Now, she has returned to the city with a new face, a new name, and a lethal plan to make the Hawthornes pay.
As Isadora Blackwell, she steps into their world on the arm of another man. To execute her revenge, she must seduce her way into their inner circle and pull off her most dangerous play: get close to Killian Hawthorne, the ruthless CEO who broke her heart and watched his life burn.
Killian knows Isadora belongs to another man, yet every stolen glance and forbidden touch makes staying away impossible. He is hopelessly drawn to a woman whose secrets could destroy his entire empire.
Cassandra came back to burn his world to the ground but she never expected old feelings to ignite or that the dark truth behind her past was a lie far more dangerous than she ever imagined.
Because the real monster is still lurking in the shadows and they will do everything to destroy her once again.
قراءة
Chapter: Ghosts in the HallwaysKillian’s POVThe back seat of the Maybach feels cold and suffocating as the city lights blur into long, chaotic streaks of gold and red outside. Beside me sits Marcus, my chief of staff and the only man left who still dares to call himself my friend.Tonight is the Hawthorne Group’s annual gala, an evening drowning in fake smiles, old money, and corporate vultures waiting for blood. If it were up to me, I would spend the night locked in my top-floor office, drowning in financial reports until my eyes burned. But as the CEO, showing my face isn't optional. It is mandatory.The harsh vibration of my phone shatters the silence in the cabin."Killian, you really should answer this. She’s been calling non-stop since morning," Marcus says, turning the glowing screen toward me.The name displaying on the screen makes my jaw tighten. Calista.I growl inwardly as I stare at the caller ID. We have been married for four years now, and I can state without hesitation that it’s the single worst d
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Chapter: Shadows of the pastCassandra’s POVThe ride to the gala feels endless. Outside the Range Rover's tinted windows, the city lights blur into long, glittering streaks of gold and red as my heart hammers violently against my ribs. I keep my hands folded neatly in my lap, attempting to project absolute composure, but the cold sweat slicking my palms gives me away.“Are you ready?” Dorian asks quietly as the vehicle glides up the circular driveway toward the grand venue.I nod quickly, forcing a tight, practiced smile. In truth, my stomach is in knots. Panic claws at my throat, a terrifying fear that someone in that ballroom will pierce through my disguise and realize the woman on Dorian’s arm is not who she is.The valet opens the door. The moment my heels touch the pavement, the atmosphere explodes into a chaotic frenzy of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. Dorian’s arm slides firmly around my waist, grounding me as he guides me past the velvet ropes and up the carpeted stairs toward the grand entranc
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Chapter: Mask of IsadoraCassandra’s POVFour years later.“So perfect,” the makeup artist murmurs as she steps back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile.I give her a curt nod and slowly rise from my seat. My eyes immediately find the mirror in front of me, and for a long moment, I simply stare.The woman staring back at me is striking, but she is no longer the innocent girl I remember. She is colder, sharper, and utterly composed. My face has been meticulously sculpted by years of reconstructive surgeries, and the floor-length golden gown hugging my frame only emphasizes how completely I have transformed. The shimmering fabric catches the soft lights, its fitted bodice accentuating my waist before falling to the floor. The plunging neckline reveals just enough to make the silhouette sophisticated yet bold. I smooth my palms over the silk, feeling the weight of the life I have meticulously built around myself.Four years ago, I was given a new face, a new name, and a new destiny. I am no longer Cas
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Chapter: The seeds of revengeCassandra’s POVPenelope's hesitation to speak makes my stomach tighten. Whatever she is about to say, the solemn expression on her face tells me it isn't something I will easily forget. I look at her again, silently urging her to speak.She sighs heavily before finally breaking the silence.“During your treatment and after the series of tests we conducted, we discovered that you're pregnant,” she says, pausing to observe my reaction.For a moment, I can't breathe. My eyes drop to my stomach, and my fingers slowly curl around the sheet. Pregnant?The word feels heavy, almost too fragile to exist in the middle of the nightmare I have endured. I am pregnant. There is a life growing inside of me.“How far along am I?” I ask, my voice barely steady.“Approximately two months,” Dorian replies gently.My hand settles protectively over my stomach, and my heart hammers against my ribs. “Is my baby safe?”“Yes, the pregnancy is stable,” Penelope answers. “But considering everything your body
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Chapter: Her AwakeningCassandra’s POVMy eyes open slowly.At least, I think they do. Darkness presses against me from every direction thick, suffocating, and heavy, as though I have been buried alive. Every breath takes effort. My chest rises painfully, sending sharp spikes of agony through my body whenever I try to shift. Even my skin feels stretched, tight, and painfully sensitive, as if it no longer belongs to me.I attempt to move, even just an inch, but my body refuses to obey. Panic crawls up my throat. I try again, but nothing happens. My fingers barely twitch, and my legs feel entirely useless. Whenever I struggle, something rough grinds against my raw skin.Bandages.Almost my entire body is bound in them. My head is tightly wrapped, leaving only my eyes exposed, while everything from my chest down is encased in thick layers of gauze.Why? Why am I wrapped like someone prepared for a burial?A desperate, choked sound escapes my throat, and suddenly, my memory snaps. The horrific events of that ni
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Chapter: A message from herKillian’s POVI stand before the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of my office, staring down at the city spread beneath me. From this height, the endless stream of traffic looks like nothing more than tiny ribbons of light moving through the streets, but my focus remains anchored somewhere far beyond the view.Three days have passed since I threw Cassandra out of my office, and I haven't heard a word from her since. Not that I care. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. I'm glad she finally understands that I want nothing more to do with her. I don't want her calling me. I don't want her showing up here. Most of all, I never want to look at her face again.Cheating is the one line I never cross, and the one act I can never forgive. And yet, she had the audacity to do it in my own home, without a second thought.My jaw tightens as the memory flashes behind my eyelids once more: her lying naked beside another man in my bed. I close my eyes briefly, but the image refuses to fade. I tho
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