LOGINHe left me broken—stripped of everything I had worked for, humiliated in front of everyone who once respected me. My savings? My investments? Drained by the man I once loved and trusted. And just when I thought the worst had passed, he laughed in my face, parading his betrayal. But then he arrived. A man even my ex feared. Dominic Vale—ruthless, untouchable, a billionaire with power that makes men bow and women tremble. That day, he stepped in, took my hand, and pulled me into his arms as if I belonged there. “She’s mine,” he said. And for the first time in forever, my ex looked scared. I should’ve questioned it. I should’ve walked away. But when Dominic made his offer in the backseat of his sleek black car, I couldn’t resist. “109 days,” he murmured. “Be my wife. My possession. My toy. And in return? I’ll make sure he suffers for every single tear you’ve shed.” It was madness. It was dangerous. But I wanted revenge—I craved it. So, I said yes. What does he get out of it? He won’t tell me. But as the days pass, as I step into the role of Dominic’s perfect, obedient wife in public and something far more sinful behind closed doors, I start to realize the truth. This isn’t just about revenge. This is about him—about the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. About the way he touches me like he’s wanted this for far longer than I can comprehend. And the most terrifying part? I think I want it too. But when secrets start to unravel, I learn that revenge is never sweet. And loving a man like Dominic Vale might be my greatest downfall.
View MoreI woke to silence and cold sheets beside me.Dominic was gone. The indent from his body had already cooled, which meant he'd been up for a while. I lay there for a moment, listening to the city hum outside the windows—so far below we might as well have been in another world.The clock on the nightstand read 7:47 AM. I had no idea what time he'd left.I pulled myself out of bed and padded barefoot across the room. The penthouse felt different in daylight—less like a trap, more like a museum. Everything in its place. Nothing out of place. Nothing real.The closet was through a door I hadn't noticed last night. I opened it expecting to find his clothes, or maybe nothing at all. Instead, I found an entire section of the space had been cleared. New clothes hung there—designer labels I recognized but could never afford. Jeans. Dresses. Blouses. All in my size.My throat tightened.I ran my fingers across a silk blouse, then checked the tag. The color was the exact shade of blue I'd mentione
The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk.It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made.I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was.Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple.A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage.No emotional ties.No media leaks.No questions.No falling in love.I almost laughed out loud when I read that clause.Dominic Vale wasn’t looking for a partner. He was offering a performance. One that required a pretty face beside him, a story the public would buy, and a guarantee that I would disappear once the curtain closed.There was no tenderness in the terms. Just ownership dressed in elegant language. I was to be available when needed, silent when not, and convincing enough to sell the illusion of intimacy.And in return he would offer me power. Position. R
The ballroom stilled—like someone had sucked the oxygen straight out of it.It wasn’t the music. That had faded. It wasn’t the champagne flutes pausing midair, or the whispers silencing one after the other.It was his voice.“Ava is not a low life nor a liability. Such a pity a fool like you doesn’t know the value of what you had but well…the damage is already done,” the man beside me said, calm but cutting. “And I don’t share.”The sound wasn’t loud, but it moved through the crowd like lightning does a quiet sky—sudden, direct, impossible to ignore.A hush fell over the room, not just from curiosity, but from tension. Everyone turned toward us with the same question written across their faces: Who the hell is he?Even Caleb’s expression twisted.The smirk he wore so proudly evaporated. His brows drew together, like someone had upended the script he’d prepared for tonight.“I’m sorry,” Caleb said sharply, “Who the hell are you?”The man didn’t blink, didn’t step back. He took a slow s
[ALERT: Your balance has dropped below $100.]I blinked as I stared at the notification on my phone, and blinked again twice. The fuck just happened?That had to be wrong.I clicked into my banking app, thinking it was a glitch. A maintenance update. Maybe a bug.But alas it was neither. My balance really was below $100 - $67 to be precise.My chest tightened as I refreshed the page over and over again frantically.But no matter how many times I did it still showed $67.With my hands suddenly shaking, I switched to my savings account.Zero.Then the emergency account I’d created when things with Caleb started getting serious.Zero.“No. No, no, no…” I whispered, grabbing my phone with shaky hands. My fingers flew over the screen as I hit speed dial for the bank.Jazz music played on the other end of the line. Soft. Unbothered. Completely opposite of the panic clawing its way through my ribs.A voice finally came on. “Thank you for calling. How may I assist you today?”“Yes—hi. I need
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