Jensyn Sawyer is out of time. Desperate to save her dying mother, she makes a terrible decision by stealing a priceless watch from her client. When she is faced with the repercussions, billionaire Linden Rawlings offers her a solution at a cost. To protect his shares and hide a daughter the world must never know about, Linden needs an obedient wife for the public to see. Jensyn fits perfectly. But she is nothing close to being obedient. She begins to question everything, especially the mysterious death of the woman who gave birth to Linden's daughter. The truth is buried deep beneath his carefully arranged life, and someone close is determined to keep that hidden. When the line between fake and real begins to blur, Jensyn is forced to play a game of survival. Because in this marriage, the risk isn't just about the contract or the shares to be lost. As she digs deeper... There's every probability she wouldn't make it alive. Because love wouldn't kill her... The person watching would.
View MoreJENSYN“Good morning, Mrs. Rawlings.” I froze halfway, my grip tightening on the strap of my bag. I glared at the receptionist. She flashed me a ‘too-sweet’ smile and passed me the register to sign in. Then, as if she knew the weight of what she had called me, she lowered her voice and added with a quick, knowing glance; “I mean, Ms. Sawyer. Sorry.” Her apology was hypocritical, of course, but it still made my heart skip. If Linden ever discovered that I was slipping away each morning to chase my dream in secret… No, I didn't want to imagine that. The elevator door slid open, and I stepped into the hallways that led to the boardroom. My palms were damp, my throat was dry. Today wasn't just another staff meeting, today, my manuscript would be placed before the editors and they would decide whether to trash it at the first reading or help me bring it to life.After that had been decided, I would go see my friend, River.I pushed the door open and found Susanne seated at the head of
THIRD PERSON POV“Keep both hands where I can see ‘em,” the voice murmured behind River, sharp and cold. “Moment I see you playing hero, I'd turn a bullet deep inna your brain.”River groaned as he drove. The sedan crawled through the dim streets, the headlights shaking across the pot hole road. His hands gripped the wheel too tight until his knuckles turned pale. The barrel stayed at his neck, not moving an inch. It was warm now, an evidence of the building power in it. He gave a small nod, his shoulders twitching, sweat crawled his forehead. The gunman's knee grazed the driver's seat as he squeezed himself between River and the backseat of the car. River thought the best thing to do was engage him in a conversation.A low breath escaped through his nose. “Where are we going?”“You’re not the one asking questions tonight, motherfucker!”The gun dug deeper with an irritated reaction.A look around, River saw the road narrowing into an alley flagged each side by dumpsters. The walls l
THIRD PERSON POV“I will let you know when I'm done.” River hung up and stared at the iron gate of Green Bay Orphanage longer than he should have. His boots made no noise when he forced himself through the unlocked gate. He wondered why an orphanage should be left unattended to like this. The environment was even worse than it was in the morning: the air carried the faint of burning paper and disinfectant, the emptiness in the air unnerved him more than the crawling rot of fungi on the walls.He pushed himself into a side door with broken glass. The frame shook, and his shoulder jolted against it. He froze, breath suspended, waiting to hear any sound—none came so he slipped through and shut the door.River realised he had entered a small room with shelves, desks and table—probably a closet. It was a room full of dust, dirt, and abandon to be frank. He took a look around, eyes searching the dark, he then brought a touch out: the light was dim, so anyone wouldn't easily notice he was i
JENSYN “Where have you been?” The question hit me before the door even closed behind me. My pulse jerked as I took in the depth of Linden's voice. His voice wasn't raised, it just curled heavy around me, making the loose tendrils of hair at the back of my head stand. He stood near the console table, his back to the window. The dim light behind him carved the edges of his frame into something that was still, not human. He was wearing his casual outfit which was evident that he had been home since. I forced my lips into something resembling a calm ‘I don't care grin’, and dropped my bag softly to the floor. “I was at work.” One dark brow arched, he tilted his head and flashed me that smile that stopped at the corners of his lips. “I was at your work—” My nails dug into my palm, hidden in the folds of my coat. “I went out for some errands.” Some seconds went by and Linden moved his eyes slowly over my way, he didn't rush, he studied me, more like waiting for me to peel apart u
JENSYN“We shall find out about that ghost at Green Bay.”We were in Hudson—River and I. I stared at my reflection in the car window, drumming my fingers relentlessly on the car console. My shirt button had been ripped off in an attempt to leave home early so I could beat traffic and be on my way to Hudson, but I barely noticed it. River had arrived earlier and he suggested we take a train, but due to the fact that I didn't want anyone to know about my movement, I told him we should take a public bus.I should stop.That tiny, clamouring voice beckoned at my insides. But if I stopped now, what did that make me? A coward? Someone who let Camille Wallace vanish without a trace? Someone who leg Andrea grew up under the shadow of a lie that she was loved?“Jensyn, we are there.” River's voice floated into my mind, jolting me out of my reverie.“Oh, okay.” I grabbed my bag, sliding my phone inside. One look at the phone and I saw two texts from Linden. I told him I was going to the Rawlin
LINDENJensyn wasn't home again.The usual routine was to go to work early and then come back when I knew she'd be out. She should have gotten the hunch that I knew she was working, but she relaxed too much to worry about that.Andrea also kept it a secret. She promised not to tell Jensyn I knew. Whatever reason Jensyn saw which made her keep the truth away from me must be worth it. There was no need for me to spit it in her face.“Daddy, why do you always look so serious?” Andrea’s voice floated towards me softly.I glanced up from the papers I'd been pretending to read. I spent most of my day in her room, watching her tilt her head as she dabbed colourful strokes onto the canvas. We would contemplate on what to paint every day, discussing how it should look, and what it should look like.“I’m not serious,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just… thinking.”She didn't buy it. She set her brush down and studied me, her eyes wide and curious. “Are you thinking about Jensyn?”I hesitated, swall
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