LOGINFive years ago, Anya Russell lost everything in one night—her love, her freedom, her faith in happy endings. The man she loved, Chase Andrews, disappeared after her father bribed him to leave her, and by the end of her graduation party, she was engaged to Kennedy Davenport, the arrogant heir her father chose for her. Now, Anya is trapped in a cold marriage built on lies and bruises. Kennedy controls her life, her name, even her father’s company, which is crumbling fast. When a mysterious investor arrives to save it, Anya’s world tilts—because the man standing before her isn’t a stranger. He’s Chase. Only now, he’s Orion Nikandros—a powerful Greek billionaire with ice in his veins and revenge in his eyes. His one condition for helping? Anya must work for him. She wants to refuse, but her husband doesn’t give her a choice. Working for Orion brings back everything she’s tried to bury, the love, the pain, the betrayal. He thinks she abandoned him. She thinks he sold her out. But as old sparks reignite, so do old wounds. And between the lies, the power, and the past, Anya must decide if love is worth risking her heart one last time.
View MoreOrion's POVI checked my email obsessively, refreshing the page every few minutes, waiting for Marcus's message. Fifteen minutes crawled by with agonizing slowness. I stood up, paced the office, sat back down, checked my email again.Finally, at the sixteen-minute mark, a new message appeared in my inbox.From: Marcus BrennanSubject: KD Comprehensive File - CONFIDENTIALAttachment: Kennedy_Davenport_Complete_File.pdf (47 pages)I opened the attachment immediately, my eyes scanning through the document that Marcus and his team had compiled with impressive speed and thoroughness.It was all there. Everything.Financial records showing Kennedy's embezzlement from his family's company—at least $2.3 million skimmed over the past four years through fake vendor contracts and inflated expense reports. Hospital records from Anya's admission, complete with photographs of her injuries that made my stomach turn even though I'd seen them in person. Doctor's notes documenting the severity of her i
Orion's POVAfter I left Anya's room, carefully closing the door behind me so she could rest, I stood in the hallway for a moment, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, my jaw tight with barely contained rage.Seeing her like that—broken down completely, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, devastated by the lies that were being spread about her—had ignited something dark and furious inside me. The same cold rage I'd felt at the warehouse when I'd been beating Kennedy's face in, but sharper now, more focused, more calculated.Kennedy had tried to destroy her physically. Now he was trying to destroy her reputation, her character, everything about her that existed in the public eye. He was painting himself as the victim while she bore the actual scars—both visible and invisible—of his violence.That ended now.I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I needed. Marcus Brennan. My lead attorney, the man who handled all my most sensitive lega
Anya's POVHe wiped tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle despite the anger in his expression."I promise you," he continued, his voice dropping lower, becoming almost dangerous. "I will take care of this. I will handle it.""How?" I asked desperately, my voice breaking. "How can you fix this? The story is already out there. People have already seen it. They've already made up their minds about who I am.""Let me worry about that," Orion said firmly. "I have resources, Anya. I have lawyers and PR people and connections that can make this go away or at least change the narrative. Kennedy playing the victim? That won't last long once I'm done. Trust me."There was something cold and final in his tone that sent a shiver through me—not of fear, but of something else. Relief, maybe. Or hope that maybe he really could do something about this nightmare."But for now," he said, his expression softening slightly as he looked at my tear-stained face, "I need you to not worry ab
Anya's POVI cried harder, my whole body shaking, my throat raw from the sobs that kept tearing out of me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cried this hard, this completely. Maybe never. Maybe I'd never let myself fall apart like this before, had always held something back, maintained some shred of control.But right now, I had no control left. No strength left. Nothing left but the overwhelming grief and fear and despair that was pouring out of me in hot, unstoppable tears.My head was pounding now, a vicious headache building behind my eyes from the crying and the stress and probably the head injury that was still healing. My ribs felt like they were on fire every time I gasped for breath. My throat hurt from the sobs. Everything hurt, physically and emotionally, and I couldn't make it stop.I didn't know how long I lay there crying—it could have been five minutes or fifty, time had lost all meaning—when I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.I froze, my breath catching in m
Orion’s POVI walked out of the boardroom with a smile that felt cold in my face. It was small, not for show—just the kind of smile someone gets when a plan is working. I was closer now. Closer to the company, closer to the power I wanted, and closer to the woman who had broken me. That thought mad
Anya’s POVHe looked right through me, like I was invisible. Like I was nothing but air to him.My stomach twisted painfully. The man who had broken me five years ago—the man I once thought I’d spend forever with—was standing right there. And now he wasn’t just anyone. He was Orion Nikandros, the b
Anya’s POVFive years later.I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time, not really recognizing the woman staring back at me. My hair was the same soft brown it had always been, just duller now. My face looked older, not by much, but enough that I could see the difference. The sadness
Anya’s POVI turned sharply, my phone nearly slipping from my hand. Kennedy stood a few feet away, his jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot. His expensive suit was slightly rumpled, and the smell of alcohol hit me before he even moved closer. His smile—if it could be called that—was sharp and cruel.“It’s












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