LOGINAnastasia Greene Johnson once believed her high-school sweetheart turned husband, Ethan, was the love of her life. But when she discovers him in the arms of his childhood betrothed, Valerie, her perfect marriage shatters. With proof of his betrayal and their three-year-old son, Ruslan, by her side, Ana secretly flees with her sister-in-law’s help, determined to start over. In Brooklyn, Ana slowly rebuilds her life. With her exceptional culinary skills and the help of her newfound friend Brynn, she lands a job as a chef and finally tastes the independence Ethan denied her for years. She vows never to let another man control her and convinces herself that love is no longer meant for her. But Ethan—the cold, formidable businessman, genius computer engineer, and heir to a multi-billion-dollar tech empire—finds her far sooner than expected. Despite Ana’s anger and rejection, he refuses to let go. After a bitter confrontation, he finally leaves her alone, but his pride prevents him from granting her the divorce she desperately wants. Three peaceful years pass, and Ana believes she is finally free—until she meets her celebrity crush, Oscar-winning actor Alexander Finnegan Robertson. Alex is nothing like the shy gentleman she imagined. Arrogant, rough, and notorious for his casual flings, he seems like the last man she could ever fall for. Yet beneath their constant friction, Alex begins breaking through her walls, awakening feelings Ana thought she had buried forever. But just as she begins opening her heart, Ethan returns. Determined to reclaim his wife and eliminate every man standing between them, Ethan refuses to let Ana move on without a fight. Now, Ana must choose between the husband who shattered her heart and the complicated new love that could give her a second chance at happiness. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE AND MATURE CONTENT⚠️
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This is a slow-burn novel. So if you’re into fast-paced stories with instant one night stands, marriage/divorce or kids without any real character depth or development, then this is not for you. My characters have actual personalities, they don’t exist just for the story. The characters will evolve over time and grow with the plot, it won’t be instant. So if it seems boring to you at some point, you can drop the story, unless you don’t wanna miss the grand climax.
Anastasia Greene Johnson That was the final straw. No. Absolutely not. My senses snapped back into place, and I practically swatted his hand away.“It’s me! Look—Anastasia!” I said, giving his cheek a light slap in the hope of knocking some sense into him. “The woman who broke your phone this afternoon! The one who nearly poisoned you with peanut butter yesterday!” Alexander blinked at me, his glassy eyes struggling to settle on my face. Then, to my complete bewilderment, he started laughing. And as if the night hadn’t already taken several ridiculous turns, he asked—“A-are you dead, too? Are we in. . . hell?”“What? No!” His brow furrowed, confusion swimming through whatever remained of his sober reasoning.“No. . .? Why not? I thought. . . I thought you were. . .” I shook my head vigorously. “I am very much alive. And so are you.” His expression faltered. His lips parted as though the words required considerable effort to process.“I’m. . . alive?” he repeated, almo
**WARNING****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND MAY BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**Anastasia Greene Johnson The cab jolted violently before grinding to a halt somewhere in the Lower East Side. I frowned, looking out through the window. Of all the places to break down. I’d been on my way back to Brooklyn after spending the afternoon in Manhattan, visiting my mother’s and brother’s graves and leaving flowers there. I wished I could do the same for my father more often. His grave was in Canada, and years had passed since I’d last stood beside it. But with work, bills and Ruslan’s school fees constantly eating into my time and money, travelling to Canada simply wasn’t realistic. Right now, though, the dead weren’t my immediate concern. The cab was. The driver swore under his breath and climbed out to inspect the damage. A moment later, his head appeared through the open door.“Shit. Looks like we’ve got a puncture.”“Do you have a
**WARNING****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND MAY BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**Alexander Finnegan Robertson The photographs glaring back at me were brutally clear. There I was, crouched beside Dubois’s barely conscious body, my hands near his bloodied head. The framing was perfect—perfectly misleading. Anyone looking at those images without context would see a monster rather than someone who had tried to keep a dying man alive. And Sarah’s caption delivered the final blow.“I’ve had these photographs saved for years. This happened at a party in Paris two years ago. I never had the courage to share them—until now. It’s time the world knew the truth about a man who has been so undeservingly adored. Some people simply don’t deserve the love they receive.” My stomach dropped. Why? Why the hell would she do this? Is this her revenge because I told her the truth? Sarah, you fucking crazy bitch. My thoughts spun faster and faster,
Alexander Finnegan Robertson[Six Months Ago] Paris was incandescent with Fashion Week. The grand finale belonged to René Moreau, one of the industry’s most celebrated designers, and his afterparty was the stuff of whispered legend—a gilded playground where models, actors and industry heavyweights disappeared behind closed doors. Invitations were coveted. Discretion was practically part of the dress code. For me, none of it was particularly new. As the newest face of prestigious luxury brands, I’d been circling this glittering world since I was young enough to mistake it for normal. Still, I kept my guard firmly in place. The last thing I needed was another reminder that, to half the industry, I was simply a nepo kid wearing a famous surname like an expensive watch. My gaze wandered across the room until it landed on someone familiar. Sarah Popkins. I’d noticed her at the beginning of Fashion Week—a young London model with something raw about her. She wasn’t polished yet






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