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 MoreJENSYNIt's Christmas day.I strolled into the sitting room, the dull ache gone from my ankle. Sunlight swept over the glitter ornaments on the tree, casting gentle patterns across the walls. Humming a soft Christmas song, I found Andrea already at the foot of the tree, kneeling among the wrapped presents, anticipation dancing in her eyes.She turned when I approached. “Andrea, darling. Good morning,” I beamed, dropping beside her. Her face was still worn with sleep. She barely slept. For her, this was her first Christmas since she was born.“Good morning, Jensyn.” I drew her in for a hug. “Ready for your gift?”She nodded, fingertips trembling. “Yes!”Smiling, I took out the largest package with her name written on it and gave it to her. She looked into my eyes for a moment, as if she could steal away any hint of what I got her. Slowly, she began to tear the wrapping paper. She giggled when she got to the main package and found the gift I so desperately wanted to give her. A packet
JENSYNThe tinsel stuck to my wrist again and I winced. I sighed, untangling it from the gingerbread ornament. The Christmas tree stood beside the side table next to Mama's bed, two feet tall and added a cheer atmosphere to the white walls in the room.Mama kept looking at me like I was doing something foreign.“Jensyn, why did you bring all these here?” she asked, watching me through tired eyes. “It's too much of a thing to drag from your place here. The folks here are going to their children's house for Christmas.”“You’re getting a Christmas, even if you’re stuck in here,” I replied, stepping back to study the lopsided tinsel. It was just how I wanted it to look. I got more ornaments for Mama than I did for myself. It was as if I wanted to bring all the brightness in the world into her room.I twisted the strings of red tinsel garlands around the bottom of the tree and smiled when the vision I wanted came out nice. “Mama, doesn't it look good?” I asked, smiling.She tilted her he
LINDEN The nurses dressed in white tried to hold me down with words when I barged in, but I shoved past, chest pounding heavily. I ignored the stares from the patients and staff, focusing on my clenched fists. I wanted to unleash my anger on just one person but when I looked around, the person was nowhere to be seen.A petite nurse with a pen sticking from her cap, came forward and tried to talk to me. “Mr. Rawlings, sir, please… you're in the hospital.”My jaw clenched tighter. “Tell me she’s alive.”“Your sister is fine, she is receiving treatment, just calm down.”It wouldn't be news that Willow Rawlings was in this hospital. I wasn't an ordinary billionaire, half of the town knows me and what I do. I wouldn't hesitate to destroy whosoever messes with any of my family.“What room is she in?” I demanded.The nurse sighed and answered, checking the file in her hand. “She is in…”My patience was wearing thin and I yelled at her. But then, through the tension came Jensyn's gentle voic
JENSYNCinnamon scent drifted through the air and hit my nose. It was too strong and I had used scented candles to mask the burning smell rising from the oven, but that didn't help at all. The kitchen smelt like cigarettes and burnt wood. I had yet another disaster in trying to make bread. In fact, what I made was not edible in any form. Andrea sat with her legs dangling on the kitchen counter, a lollipop was trapped in her mouth like a vice. She had been home since the beginning of this week and all I could say was that: I love Andrea too much to let her go. “If it’s Christmas,” Andrea said between her licks and I turned my attention to her, “then I want mashed potatoes. And turkey. No chicken. No, wait. Turkey and chicken. And the fluffy bread. The one with butter inside, I think that'd make a difference because we've always had chicken. The two would make sense.”I wiped my hands in the apron, which was now covered in oil and flour. “You're talking like I'm one mighty cook here.
LINDENMy morning was already eating at my insides, and then when I saw my inbox filled with flagged emails (one from the police department. I viewed it and it was still the sad story that the person who called Jensyn hadn't been found. The rest of the mail's were just random). The realisation of what I was about to face pressed heavily on me.I had a meeting today to secure a high-pitched contract and the sad thing was that my competitor in the business world was also after that contract.My hands worked on straightening my tie and I breathed through my chest. It was then my assistant knocked. She stepped in. “Good morning, sir. The investors have arrived.”I nodded. “Alright, thank you. Take them to the boardroom.” She nodded once. “Okay.”Before she turned to leave, I asked, “is Derek around?”“Yes, sir.”“Thank you.”Well, he and I had some talking to do. I had to see Willow to explain some certain things to her. Yes, she felt betrayed but she had to understand it was for the fam
Chapter 53 - A GROWING BUTTERFLY JENSYNThe silicone spoon fell, clattering to the floor for the second time. I growled, picked it up and dropped it into the sick. The cooker hissed loudly while a kettle and pan sizzled behind me. The counter was scattered with chopped onions, garlic and ginger. A trail of spilled oil laced the table and eggs I probably wouldn't use, sat whisked in a small bowl.Why did I think I could do this?I couldn't cook for fuck’s sake. The fridge door was hanging open, mocking me for my dilemma. I glanced at the recipe on my phone—this thing was meant to be simple. According to what it reads, I was supposed to make roast potato and herb skillet. But somehow, I had used six pots and still hadn't achieved anything.Dinner would be skipped with the way I was doing. I could have Andrea take cereals but Linden might not want that. The kitchen door creaked and I didn't need to turn to see who came in.“What in the world?” Linden's voice broke the sizzling noise
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