DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS.
He gave my skin to his first love. Now, he wants his wife back.
For five years, Imogen Reddin gave her husband everything. Francis Sterling repaid her by sacrificing her body to save the woman he had always loved.
So Imogen walked away.
Francis thought she was a powerless orphan with nowhere to go. He never imagined five powerful brothers would come looking for their long-lost sister—and turn her into the most cherished woman in their world.
A ruthless businessman, a brilliant investigator, a genius doctor, a gifted artist, and the twin brother who never stopped searching for her.
With her family behind her, Imogen is ready to reclaim her name, build her own empire, and make everyone who looked down on her regret it.
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Chapter: Chapter Forty oneImogenHis hand was warm.Not the clammy, tight grip Francis used to keep on my wrist whenever we walked into a charity gala, like he was holding a dog on a short leash. Adrian’s fingers just curled loosely around mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles with a quiet, steady patience that made my knees feel like jelly.“Yeah,” I breathed, the word barely louder than the hum of the freight elevator down the hall. “You can.”Adrian didn’t pounce. He didn’t jerk me against his chest like some conquering hero claiming a prize.He just took one slow, deliberate step forward, closing that tiny gap between our boots. His free hand came up, hovering for a split second before his fingers settled against the side of my jaw. His skin was warm, slightly rough from stretching cedar frames, his palm cradling the curve of my cheek with so much gentleness it made something deep in my chest ache.When his mouth met mine, my brain short-circuited.It was soft. Unhurried. A quiet question, not a demand
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Chapter: Chapter FortyImogenWorking with Adrian was dangerous.Not because he was pushy—he had the patience of a saint—but because keeping my guard up around him took conscious effort, and I was getting lazy.We’d spent three days on the fourth floor of the pavilion sorting out the layouts for Berlin and Tokyo. The room was a wreck: blueprints taped over the exposed brick, empty coffee cups lined up on the sill, paper color swatches scattered across the floor.Every time I pitched an idea, I braced myself out of habit. I’d explain a scale study, and my stomach would drop while I waited for the usual critique—too aggressive, too dark, or a lecture on how real galleries worked.Adrian never did that.He’d lean over the desk, tap his pencil against his teeth, look at my rough sketch, and say, “If we blow that panel up to three meters, the humidity in Tokyo will warp the stretchers. We brace it with cold-rolled steel or we back it with matte aluminum. Your call.”He didn’t treat me like an injured bird, and h
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-nineFrancisI told my assistant I was attending the Midtown preview because three logistics board members held seats on the museum committee.It was an easy excuse to give in the car. Professional presence. Showing up after the board inquiry.None of it was true.I went because the Reddin Foundation had co-sponsored the catalog release. I went because I couldn’t stop looking for any trace of what I had thrown away.The main hall was crowded. Glasses clinking, string players in the corner, critics moving between displays with small recorders.I stood by an archway holding a glass of scotch I hadn’t touched, pretending to read the program notes.Then I saw her.The breath went right out of me.Imogen was standing near the terrace glass with a glass of water in her hand. She wasn’t wearing the pale, high-collared dresses I used to pick out to keep her looking presentable next to my clients. She had on a plain black knit sweater, dark trousers, and scuffed flat boots. Her hair was pulled back
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-eightImogenMy bedroom looked like an explosion in a dressing department.Sweaters were draped across the end of the bed, trousers hung over the vanity chair, and a pile of discarded dresses sat on the rug.I looked in the mirror, pulling a stiff silk blouse into place. It was just a meal. Food at a table.With Francis, getting dressed was managed down to the inch. Everything had a checklist: quiet tones that wouldn’t compete with his firm’s branding, collars cut high enough for board dinners, and shoes with heels that kept me at the right height next to his suit. Five years of assembling an outfit like a prop for someone else’s presentation.“The cream silk makes you look like an auditor,” Brett said from the hallway.I turned around, holding the cuffs of the blouse.Brett was leaning against the doorframe, peeling an orange with a pocketknife, watching with an amused look.“Do you ever knock?” I asked.“The door was halfway open, Minnie. And you’ve been sighing in here for an hour. Decla
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-SevenImogenMy fork moved around the plate, cutting through a piece of potato, when my phone vibrated against my knee.I kept the screen low under the edge of the wood so Eugene wouldn’t start in on keeping devices off the table.Adrian: Still waiting on that pasta answer. The place on Fourth makes fresh pappardelle that will change your mind completely. Just putting it out there.A short breath escaped me, and I pressed my lips together, typing quickly below the ledge.Me: You don’t let things go, do you?Adrian: I have high standards for food, Imogen. There’s a difference.A slight smile showed on my face before I could check it.For five years, checking a message during a meal meant bracing for a notification from Francis’s office about a delayed schedule, or a pointed comment from Helena about an errand I hadn’t managed.Seeing a casual note about pasta felt like clean air in a closed room.“What are you grinning at?”My fork slipped, clattering against the plate.I looked up. Shannon
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-sixImogen“Put the scraper down, Imogen. It’s an old digital trail.”Declan’s voice cut through the noise in my head. I was still holding the palette tool, my knuckles white, staring down at the tablet display on the desk.“An old trail?” I asked, my voice flat. “You said someone used our mother’s account to sign off on my surgery, Declan. How is that an old trail?”“Because the system admins at the clinic never cleared the secondary drive after the takeover eight years back,” Declan said, running both hands down his face and dropping onto the stool by my easel. “The credentials sat on an inactive legacy network. The facility redirected the old terminal address for outside billing services. Whoever broke in to log Francis’s signature just used the oldest profile on the directory because nobody had checked it since ninety-nine.”I let out an uneven breath.My mother hadn’t left instructions regarding the surgery, and the clinic procedure wasn’t tied directly to the explosion years ago. It
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MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE
“If we were both in danger, who do you think Jared would save first?” She suddenly asked.
“What?”
I didn't have the opportunity to process her words because the next minute, I felt a push on my back and lost balance, skidding off the stairs to land at the base of the stairs.
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Arielle had it all – a thriving career as a talented chef and a successful marriage to a Billionaire. While her husband was aloof by nature, she believed he cared for her deeply. She was content with their relationship, and appreciated what they shared.
A day to their third wedding anniversary, she discovered she was pregnant and was filled with excitement and hope. She eagerly anticipated sharing this news with her husband, certain it would bring positive changes to their family and perhaps even soften his reserved demeanor.
However, fate had other plans. Before she could reveal her pregnancy, an unexpected figure from her husband's past emerged – his “old friend”.
As this newcomer made her way into their lives, unbeknownst to Arielle, this unexpected arrival would challenge everything she thought she knew about her marriage, her husband,
and herself.
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Chapter: Chapter 472(ARIELLE'S POV) They say graduation is a milestone. Personally, I think they just want an excuse to make six-year-olds wear polyester caps and parents panic over gift baskets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself while burning my fingers on the tiny iron-on badge that said “Class of the Yea
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Chapter: Chapter 471The words barely left my lips before the tears did—slipping down my cheeks faster than I could stop them. Jared stood quickly, his hand reaching for my face. “Why are you crying?” I laughed—choked and shaky. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My fingers trembled as I tried to wave it off
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Chapter: Chapter 470(ARIELLE’S POV) The celebration downstairs had barely ended when the crowd began to surge. Voices surrounded me—some calling my name with admiration, others offering business cards, invitations, flattery. Reporters waved microphones; investors hinted at million-dollar offers. Somewhere, someone
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Chapter: Chapter 469He approached her side quietly. "You look comfortable being the brightest star in the room, Miss Meyers," he murmured. She rolled her eyes, amused. "Don’t start. I already got three reporters asking if I’m the future Mrs. Smith. What’s funny is—I could’ve just said yes. I mean, technically, I am M
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Chapter: Chapter 468(AUTHOR'S POV) Another year had passed. Jared wasn’t the only one who forgot everything quickly. The whole world did the same thing. Just over a year ago, Jared Smith was still the unshakable CEO of the Smith Group—a name that once carried weight in every financial headline and luxury gala invita
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Chapter: Chapter 467(JARED'S POV) In the days that followed, I no longer recognized anyone or anything. There was just a feeling of emptiness and numbness that hung deeply inside of me. But there was a particular pretty woman who always visited. I wake up to find her in my room most mornings, and most nights she sits
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Chapter: Chapter 52LANDON’S POV“What was that?” I squinted my eyes at him, barely concealing my anger. Logan looked at me like I’d just asked the most ridiculous question ever. “What do you think? I just asked our mate to be my date to the end of year party. Got a problem with that?”“Guys, let’s not do this,” Annalise implored gently. Normally, I’d have listened to her. I didn’t want things to go more sour between us than they already were. But my brother was clearly doing everything he could to spite me. We were born like that—with a natural tendency for rivalry against each other. My mother said we’d been born with Logan holding firmly to my ankle on the way out of her womb. If I hadn’t come out first he’d have been first. So even before we were born, we’d been competing against each other. “Actually, I do have a problem with that, Logan,” I stated bluntly, my tone short and clipped. “Well, that really isn’t my business,” Logan answered dismissively. “So, Anna, love.. What’s it gonna be? Will y
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Chapter: Chapter 51LANDON’S POVI couldn’t concentrate the whole time. I stole occasional glances at Annalise who seemed to be oblivious to the turmoil she’d flung me into by walking away from me earlier. I’d shouldered the weight of my father’s message by myself the whole time. It’d always been like that. I was going to take over after my father and so it came with a pressure to always live by his books. But I’d been on a rebellious streak lately, at least for as long as we’d been away from home. It as my idea to leave home for the normal world, to go to high school with normal kids. I wanted to spite my father—and I succeeded. Now, he’d held me by the scruff of my neck, knowing I believed too much in my destiny to do otherwise. To become alpha king, I had to return home—with a mate. I sighed for the hundredth time, looking down at my wristwatch. Annalise was taking too long inside the classroom. Knowing her records, she was a straight ‘A’ student, and she never spent any more time than she had to
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Chapter: Chapter 50ANNALISE’S POVLandon never fully explained what the situation was with his father. He avoided the topic completely on most occasions and gave very offhanded explanations when he did attempt to answer my questions. But he couldn’t hide the worry eating away at his subconscious. I could see it whenever I looked at him, like a yellow speck in the middle of the beautiful green of his eyes. The exams dragged along to the final day and everyone was filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I pressed my books on my chest and shut my eyes as I leaned backwards against the locker. “Hey, pretty face,” a voice interrupted me from up close, startling me in the process. “Logan?” I squinted my eyes in surprise. “Sorry. Did I scare you?” he smiled softly. “Did you? You’re the mind reading supernatural being here so why don’t you tell me,” I rolled my eyes. “You’ve grown quite the sharp tongue,” Logan commented with a playful smirk. We’d barely spoken a word to each other since the las
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Chapter: Chapter 49(ANNALISE’S POV)I gulped nervously my throat drying up rapidly. Hard as I tried to answer the teacher who’d begun approaching my desk, I just couldn’t get my tongue to work.While I was still thinking, I heard the sound of an object hit the floor by foot. A pen—Landon’s pen. He nodded at me reassuringly and turned to face the approaching teacher. “She was saying that I’d dropped my pen, sir,” Landon offered. “What?” the teacher frowned in a mix of confusion and disbelief. “I dropped my pen and she pointed it out to me. That’s what hat happened, isn’t it, Annalise?” Landon asked, rising from his seat to pick the pen. “Umm.. yeah. That’s what I was trying to say,” I stuttered nervously. The teacher squints his eyes at us skeptically, his eyes assessing us with utmost scrutiny before he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Be more quiet about that in the future, Annalise, and Mr. Wayne do well to hold on to your writing materials in my hall. I hope I’ve made myself
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Chapter: Chapter 48(ANNALISE’S POV)The air was still and quiet for a moment that stretched for an eternity. Logan’s eyes were squinting shut in rage, while Lucas held on a confused expression. Landon looked calm—too calm for the situation I’d just thrown him into. It felt like looking at a three way monitor showing the same person with the red different facial expressions. I felt a wave of goosebumps sprout along my forearm. Landon let out a sigh and turned to face me. “You shouldn’t have said that, Anna?”Logan didn’t seem to take his fist statement in to heat of the tendon so well. “What do you mean she shouldn’t have said that? What’s your problem? Why do you always feel special like you’re better than the both of us?”“Logan, we don’t have to do this here. Not in front of her,” Lucas leaned into his brother, trying to keep his voice down towards the last statement. “But I haven’t said anything wrong no ow, have I?” Logan cut in. Lucas slowly turned to face Landon and I. “Well if you haven’t mar
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Chapter: Chapter 47LANDON’S POVI snow very wide once I spotted her walking out of the house. My eyes instinctively traveled to the window I’d only climbed out of moments ago. She rolled her eyes as she waited while a taxi shuttled down the street at the pace of a constipated sloth. I jumped out of the car and went round to the passenger side of the car to hold the door open for her. “You changed your mind, huh?” I teased. “My mum saw you, Landon. And I have a feeling she didn’t do that by accident. How else could she have missed the flashy teal colored sports car parked across the street,” she answered with heavy sarcasm. I shut the door and climbed back into the car after her. “Did she now? I thought she’d have known me already from our previous encounters.”“What previous encounters, Landon Wayne?” she queried, an eyebrow shut up in skepticism. “I may have left her a card or two back at the hospital,” I smiled sheepishly as I turned the keys in the ignition. Annalise looked at me like I’d ju
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