INICIAR SESIÓNDamien Sterling is evil. He is so evil he wants me to pretend to be his fiancee before he can help me find my missing sister. The same woman he claimed to be his first love. "Call it what you may. I'll only help you if we work together on something." Me? Work together with Damien Sterling? "What do we work on?" "You mean, what are we working on?" A beat of silence. Then, he spoke. "We are going to get engaged. I mean, you're going to act like we are engaged. For six months." "Ha!" I cackled, face blank of expression. Then, a burst of laughter escaped me. While he watched me like I was crazy, I just kept on laughing. "Are you crazy? I'll be playing house? With you?" "I'm serious." While playing house with the billionaire devil, I must let go of my dream to be the top investigative journalist of Westmore Times and avoid falling for my missing sister's first love. Will this be possible when we are stuck in the same building, filled with heat and forbidden passion crackling between us?
Ver másRose’s POVThe waves had a rhythm I didn’t know I needed until now.A full week had passed since everything. Helixis, Victor, the gunfire, the blood, the panic, and the impossible relief of surviving it all. Now I sat on the balcony of our suite on Santorini, legs curled beneath me, the sun warming my shoulders as I flipped through the latest Westmore Herald Damien had brought from the concierge desk downstairs.Helixis filled the entire front page.Their logo, their crimes, and their history.They included exposés, names, timelines, and investigations. Below it was the name: Rose Sinclair.It was like the world had suddenly woken up to a nightmare we had lived inside for months.“Deadliest organization of the century,” the headline screamed.I closed the paper and let it fall on my lap. For a moment, I just breathed and existed.Lily’s funeral had been small and quiet, just like the way she lived. There had been no fanfare or unnecessary drama. My dad was there, along with Damien's s
Chapter 149Third-Person POVShe froze on instinct—one she immediately regretted. A guard sprinted toward her.“You…you aren’t supposed to be out,” he said, reaching for her arm.“One of the guards let me go,” she lied quickly. “I—I’m lost. Please, I need to get outside…”He narrowed his eyes, suspicious.He reached for his radio. Her hand moved before her fear could stop it. The knife slashed across his throat. He choked, collapsing in his own blood.Rose stood there for half a second, shaking uncontrollably, before she forced herself forward again.She ran until the hallway opened into a wide lobby, bright lights spilling across the polished floor.She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know if she was running toward danger or away from it.Then, a gunshot cracked through the building.Rose gasped, ducking instinctively. And everything went silent.Layla was lounging in Victor’s office like she owned the place. She had her legs crossed, her nails tapping rhythmically against the
Chapter 148Third Person POVRose had lost all sense of time inside that place.Two days, maybe more, and everything blurred together. The crying, the hunger, and the fear that settled deep in her chest like a cold stone she couldn’t spit out had stopped. She spent most hours with her knees pulled to her chest, face buried, trying not to hear the muffled footsteps outside her door.Victor’s men brought her food she wouldn’t touch. She let the meals sit, untouched, watching them grow cold.On the second day they moved her. When the guards unlocked her cell and escorted her to a different room, a large, well-furnished one that looked wildly out of place in the middle of a hideout, for a moment she felt dizzy with relief, until the truth crashed right back. She was still trapped. The room was only a prettier cage.The door opened minutes later, and Layla stepped inside like someone arriving at a spa, her arms folded, chin raised, and her eyes sparkling with a cruel, satisfied amusement.
Chapter 147Damien’s POV“That doesn’t make me feel better.”“It should,” he said. “It means we still have time.”I stared at the dark doorway, imagining her somewhere in a room just like that. Cold, afraid, and alone.“I’m going to get her back, Jonas,” I whispered. “I don’t care what I have to burn down to do it. I’m going to get her back.”Jonas didn’t look up, but I heard the certainty in his voice when he answered.“We will.”And God help whoever took her when we do.Jonas was still working, fingers flying over his laptop, eyes narrowed in that way that meant he was getting close to something, but not close enough for me.“I’ll be back,” I said, grabbing my jacket.Jonas didn’t even look up. “Where are you going?”“To the Al-Mansoor's.”He cursed under his breath. “Damien!”“I won't touch her," I snapped. "I just need to look her in the eye.”And I left before he could talk me down.Night had settled deep by the time I reached the mansion. The entire place looked cold and hollow,
Chapter 137Damien’s POVSeraphina was already halfway to her car when she paused, turned back, and walked toward me again. The rain was still drizzling as she stood by my open window.“Damien,” she said quietly, “there’s something else.”I raised an eyebrow. “About Helixis?”“No.” She glanced arou
Chapter 136Damien’s POVAriana sat quietly beside me as I drove, the purring of the engine filling the silence. She kept fidgeting with her nails and stealing quick glances at me like she thought I wouldn’t notice.But I did.I finally sighed. “Ariana, what’s wrong? You’ve been looking at me like
CHAPTER 133Third-Person POVLily shot to her feet, heart pounding.Before she could make sense of what was going on, a group of people in dark uniforms and masks stormed in. Their movements were quick, efficient, and terrifyingly coordinated.“This way!” one of them shouted through a muffled filte
Chapter 132Third-Person POVLily hadn’t planned for her entire life to derail in a matter of hours. But it started the day she found out she was pregnant.The mansion was loud that night with music booming, glasses clinking, and laughter rising and falling in waves. Damien’s birthday celebration h






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