로그인“Why is Elara always better than me?” The night before her wedding, Hannah Graham vanished, leaving behind a bitter note blaming her sister, Elara, for her death. Damon Blackwood, the cold and powerful CEO of Blackwood Corp, lost the woman he loved—and in his rage, he married Elara instead. Not out of love. Out of hate. For five years, Elara lived in misery. Damon ignored her, let his family humiliate her, and made sure she never forgot she was unwanted. She stayed only for their daughter. Then Hannah came back. Alive. Smiling. And with a son she claimed was Damon’s. Overjoyed, Damon turned his back on Elara completely. He gave all his care to Hannah and the boy, while Elara and her daughter were left to suffer. Even when Elara begged him to believe their child was sick, Damon’s words cut her to pieces: “You’re disgusting, Elara. Using our daughter just to get my attention.” Broken, Elara signed the divorce papers. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she said her final goodbye. But tragedy struck when her car went off a cliff, mother and daughter…gone. Too late, Damon realized the truth: He had fallen for the woman he swore to hate… and destroyed her with his own hands.
더 보기[Griffin]“This is honestly too much,” Elara whines for what must be the hundredth time, but I still ignore her. “Please, pack that. And that one. In fact, do one thing—pack everything from this designer in her size.”The store manager nods and walks away to relay the orders, while Elara lets out a heavy breath.“I swear to God, if I step into another store after this one, I’m going to kill you.”I can’t help but laugh. “What’s the harm? We’re just shopping.”“Shopping and looting are two very different things, Griffin. You know that, right?”I roll my eyes. “I’m just making sure my wife has everything she needs. What’s wrong with that?”She gives me a look. “My needs don’t include fifty bags of clothes, shoes, and jewelry that I’ll never wear.”“You never know,” I reply, smirking. “Maybe you’ll change your mind.”“Unlikely,” she mutters, but there’s no real heat in her voice—just exasperation, which I find amusing.I reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You know,
The next morning, I wake up to the fragrance of something really delicious.I sit up, blinking at the empty space beside me where Griffin was supposed to be. The sheets are still warm, though.A small smile tugs at my lips as I get out of bed, slipping into my gown and heading toward the kitchen.Sure enough, Griffin is there, standing by the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants—again—and a white shirt that’s unbuttoned just enough to be distracting. His hair is still damp, and he's humming softly to himself as he flips something in the pan.I lean against the doorway, watching him for a moment."Morning," I say, my voice still a little rough from sleep.He turns, his lips curving into a smile when he sees me. "Morning. I didn't want to wake you, but I made breakfast. Thought you'd need some energy after last night."I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"He winks. "You know I'm always thinking of you."I roll my eyes, but I can't help the warmth spreading in my chest.He's
[Elara]When Damon finally drops me back at my place, I have nothing left to say to him.I feel so exhausted all of a sudden, I can’t even pretend to hold a conversation. And he knows it too."Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" he asks again, for the third time. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he doesn't want to leave.But I can't let him stay.I need to be alone. To process everything that happened tonight.Everything he said. Everything I heard. Everything I still don’t know what to make of."I'm fine, really," I say, giving him a tired smile. "I just need some rest."He hesitates, his hand still on the door like he’s waiting for me to change my mind. When I don’t, he finally nods."Alright. But if you need anything—anything at all—call me. I'll be here.""Thank you, Damon."I don't wait for him to respond.I just step inside and close the door gently behind me, leaning against it for a moment, my eyes closing as I let out a slow breath.And then, for the first time si
[Damon]I have no idea why I said that.It just slipped out.Maybe because it had been sitting inside me for years, growing heavier with every day I spent with Hannah.And when it finally came out, I realized I should have said it sooner.I expect Elara to react—maybe pull her hand away, or maybe just stay quiet—but she doesn’t do either of those things.Instead, she looks up at me, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she laces her fingers through mine.“I don’t know about that,” she says softly, almost like she’s trying to be kind. “Hannah was a lot prettier than me. I don’t think you would have preferred me over her at all.”For a second, I just stare at her.Is she serious?Does she really think I’d choose beauty over substance? That I’d marry someone just because she looked good in photos?I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You really think I’m that shallow, don’t you?”She blinks, like I caught her off guard. “No, I didn’t mean—”“Yes, you did,” I cut in, my voice drop
[Damon]I stand outside the station, waiting for the lawyers to do their job.“Are you sure about this, sir?” Jordan asks, sounding unsure. “If Madam Blackwood comes to know about this—”“I don’t care what she thinks right now.” Appeasing my mother is the last thing on my mind. “Did you find out an
When I reach the office, Jordan is already waiting for me.“So, how’s the preparation for the anniversary coming along?” I ask as I move behind the desk.“Everything is ready, sir. Just the way you wanted.”I nod, scrolling through my phone.Not text. No calls. Nothing.“Did you find out anything a
For a full two minutes, I sit frozen in my seat.“Damon? Damon? Can you hear me? Damon!”I jerk awake, blinking too hard—too fast—trying to make sure this is real. I look around, searching for even the smallest hint that this is nothing but a nightmare.But the moment my eyes land on Hannah, my hea
[Damon]When Hannah opens the door to her apartment, she looks painfully haggard.Her eyes are tired, her lips dry, and her hair is a mess.My chest aches at the sight of her.She just told me she’s pregnant with my child, and the first thing I did was act like an asshole.But it isn’t exactly my f






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