LOGINTEYARA'S POV The plane landed a few minutes ago. I checked my watch and smiled. Right now, Jax was sitting at his board meeting, probably telling everyone that the real estate deal was done. He thought he'd won.He had no idea I'd already bought that land a week ago.All I had to do was find the right broker, wire the money, and boom—the deed was mine. Getting this property wasn't just about hurting him. I'd wanted this land for years. I'd worked too hard, waited too long, and I wasn't about to let him take it from me.In a few months, my company headquarters would be standing right next to his office tower. And it would be bigger. Better. But revenge could wait. First, I'd build my empire. Once that was solid, then I'd focus on making him pay.As for Chloe... she was married to him now, but she was still the closest thing I'd ever had to a real friend. I'd hurt her badly, and I needed to try to fix it. Even if she never forgave me, at least we could have closure.My sources had foun
TEYARA'S POV Hot, stinging tears blurred my vision, and I couldn't stop them from falling as I walked the long path back to my apartment.Hours passed. I lay flat on my mattress, completely crushed by a deep, heavy sadness. Then my phone buzzed. A banking alert. A text message. Jax had sent me nearly a million dollars—way more than our contract promised. But the money felt like poison. The price was losing Chloe, the one person who had stood by me through everything. I hadn't been strong enough to tell her the truth.After what Jax did to me, I couldn't trust anyone. Trust had become impossible, and it had destroyed my ability to let people in. And the one person who truly cared about me—I'd pushed her away instead.I took a long, heavy breath and checked my bank balance online. I finally had what I'd always wanted—and Jax Mitchell had torn my entire life apart to give it to me.I'd made myself a promise once. I swore I would destroy him. I'd broken that promise in his bed, but now I
TEYARA'S POV My morning alarm emitted a slow, rhythmic beep. I forced my heavy eyelids open, greeted immediately by the sound of a relentless rain still pouring against the glass panels. A subtle, lingering chill clung to the air. I attempted to shift my weight across the mattress, but a heavy restriction anchored me down. A physical presence.I pressed my fingertips firmly against my temples as the memories of yesterday materialized with alarming clarity—my parents' devastating rejection, the numbness that followed, blaming Jax for the entire trajectory, and finally, fucking him. With a surge of sudden adrenaline, I forcibly shoved his heavy frame away from me.Jax didn't even stir. I scrambled out of the bed, hurriedly gathering my discarded garments and pulling them over my frame. Raking my fingers frantically through my tangled hair, I stared down at his semi-naked silhouette, partially shielded by the duvet. A profound sense of bewilderment was the solitary emotion consuming
TEYARA'S POV The air in the foyer grew thick.Heavy.Suffocating.The only sound left in the universe was the jagged rhythm of our breathing. If a single pin slipped from my fingers onto the hardwood right now, the impact would echo as loudly as a talking drum.His raw, fractured question froze the hands of time solid.Forced me into an abrupt, agonizing re-evaluation.Did I truly regret falling in love with him?My brain scrambled wildly, hunting for a cutting comeback. A weaponized answer to hurl at him. But to deliver a definitive response, I would first have to face the truth myself.And in this exact microsecond, I genuinely had no earthly idea where my boundaries lay.No matter how agonizingly difficult it was to admit, Jax had gifted me some of the happiest memories of my life. He had broken me into absolute, microscopic pieces, yes. But he had also once made me feel exceptionally, beautifully alive.So did I genuinely regret ever falling for him?The internal answer was a res
TEYARA'S POV The pure, fucking resentment burning on my mother’s face prevailed even in the dim lighting of the office. My father’s expression mirrored the exact same hatred; they both stared at me as if I were some profound, tragic disappointment.The words died completely in my throat, and I fought with every ounce of my remaining strength to keep the burning tears behind my eyelashes at bay.“Let me guess,” my mother began, her voice dripping with an absolute, sickening distaste that cut straight to my bones.She let out a harsh, mocking scoff.“You’ve been willingly fucking this monster's filthy dick just to covertly send money to us, haven't you?”“No, Mom, please listen to me I'm not fucking anyone for money,” I choked out, reaching forward in a desperate bid to touch her sleeve.She violently slapped my hands away, snapping to her feet with an icy posture.“You have insulted and degraded our family name beyond repair, Teyara. From this exact microsecond forward, you no longer
Teyara MoonWe found ourselves locked in a prolonged exchange of unwavering stares following my abbreviated confession.“How?” he finally ventured. I responded with a dismissive shrug, affecting an air of indifference. Truthfully, I harbored little concern regarding his desire for elaboration; that particular fragment of my history remained sealed, and I possessed no inclination to unseal it—least of all in his presence.“Teyara, I beseech you, speak with me…” He implored. I answered with a scornful scoff.“You shall wait until your allotted turn. The privilege is presently mine.” My grin sought to convey that his words had left me unscathed, yet I confess they stung—if only marginally. I had presumed such wounds would have healed after so many years, but they had not.“Why can you and Brielle not proceed to matrimony without further delay?” The question had been gnawing persistently at the recesses of my consciousness, so I reasoned I might as well pose it now that the opportunity pr







