LOGIN"Some loves are written in the stars. Others are carved in sin." Sophia Chen never met her stepfather; she was too busy living her dream abroad to attend her mother's wedding. Two years later she returns home exhausted and broken from a failed relationship, the man who opens the door isn't just her mother's husband. He's everything she never knew she needed. Marcus Reid is hot, tall, intelligent, and trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman who sees him as nothing more than a convenience. The moment he meets Sophia, something shifts inside him, something dangerous, something he can never act on. For months, they orbit each other in agonizing silence. Late-night conversations. Stolen glances. A tension so thick it threatens to suffocate them both. Marcus struggles against thoughts that invade his most intimate moments with his wife, while Sophia battles a desire that grows stronger every day. Then Diane asks for a divorce. Six months later, they bump into each other again, no longer bound by marriage, no longer forbidden by law. Just two people who've denied a burning desire for too long. But freedom comes with a price. Because Diane didn't just leave Marcus for another man. She left because she knew. She'd watched them fall for each other in real time. She'd heard Marcus moan Sophia's name in their bed. And now that they're finally together, she's going to make sure they pay for every stolen moment, every forbidden thought, every lie they told themselves. Some secrets destroy families. Some loves are worth the ruin.
View MoreMarcus’s POVThe house was empty when I returned. Lately, it felt like no one lived here.I let out the breath that I was holding, my eyes looking around the empty living room, there was a time that Sophia would have been seated here remote in hand as she laughed at whatever show it was that caught her attention.I shook off the thought, tossing my car keys to the side. Diane wasn’t home. I knew that and thankfully, I was happy that she wasn’t here. It meant that I could breathe.Showering has become a battle, fighting the constant need to succumb to the feeling and just letting my lust take me. I heard the bedroom door opening. “Marcus?” Diane’s voice echoed through.I wiped the stray water from my face, feeling the anger boil in my chest. Why was I getting worked up that she was back? “Marcus” her voice came louder.“In here!” I yelled back.The door opened. Diane stared at me with a bright smile on her face. “Good, you are here. I was wondering if I was the only one home.”I forc
Sophia’s POVMaybe what I needed was a job. Luckily, it came at the right time. Maybe I was getting too excited too early. But working here for two days has made it easier to ignore the things that were happening in my life. My days felt like they had purpose. I would wake before the crack of dawn, make a few meals just before the rest of my housemates woke up. Yes. Housemate, you heard me right. After that awkward dinner we had, calling them this was the best thing I have ever done. Marcus would try as he would to talk to me but I was faster. Always rushing out before he said the words. Wasn’t it ironic? The same way he had treated me a few weeks back. Somehow, a sadistic part of me made me realise that I enjoyed how taunting this moment must feel for him. Each time he opens his mouth to speak, I am already running through the door. “Sophia?” My head snapped in the direction, and I straightened my form, arranging myself as I smiled at the director. “Do you have a minute?” For
Marcus's POVToday felt different. Not with Diane, not with me. But just different. Like the air was crackling with anticipation of something that would happen.I looked through the emails that had been sent, nothing showed any mishap in any jobs the guys had handled this week. But the feeling still wouldn't leave. Each time I got this feeling, it was always a day before meeting a potential new client.I wasn't meeting anyone new. But I couldn't shake it off. The steps groaned, signalling that someone was coming down. I didn't look behind me, not when I could already feel the tingling sensation down my spine.Sophia. My body had gotten so wound up about her presence that I could find her in the crowd with my eyes freaking closed.“Good morning Marcus,” Her voice was low, soft, as she walked past me toward the fridge.I stared at her for a minute, trying to think through what it was that I was meant to say. “Sophia,” I breathed the name as if it was my freaking lifeline.She didn't l
Sophia's POVMy fingers hovered over the message icon. What was he going to say? Did he want to talk, or was this his way of trying to apologise?A thousand questions, and the answer was just a button away. All that it needed was for me to click it open and read through what he had sent.I couldn't. I don't know why. I couldn't bring myself to read it.“Sophia?” The Uber stopped right in front of me, the man smiling softly at me.I heaved a sigh, stuffing the phone back into my handbag. “Yes,” I said, pulling the car door open. This could distract me for a moment.“Are you okay?” he asked, staring at me through the rear mirror.“Yes.” The answer came clipped. Too fast, but I wasn't thinking about how rude I sounded.My phone dinged. Was it Marcus? Just as I tried to click on the screen, my finger touched the wrong icon — Marcus's text popped up. “If you are home, your mother is expecting a package. Sign it for her.”I glared at the screen, wondering what I was seeing. I had spent
Sophia’s POVThe moment I booked the flight, I only had one question sitting in my mind. Was this a mistake?Ever since I landed and gave the driver my mother's address, I couldn't control the uneasiness I felt under my skin. Heading back home might be the moment a lot of people have been dreaming
Sophia’s POVThe cake box burned against my palms as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I’d been standing here for minutes, wondering if coming unannounced to my boyfriend’s place was a good idea.The last week had been rocky—he was always busy, always with an excuse, cancelled dates at
SOPHIA’S POV“Damn it.” I cursed out loud, dropping the mug against the counter when the coffee burned my lips, nearly peeling off my skin. In Los Angeles, Jean once told me it was a sign of bad luck. And as I fumed over the fact that his name still surfaced in my mind, soft footsteps filled the ai
Marcus’s POVThe second my thumb brushed against her lips, I knew I had crossed a line. And the worst part was that It didn't start there, It started the moment she walked through that door yesterday… looking like something fragile had just been shattered inside her.She was trying too hard to hold


















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