LOGIN“Someone will hear,” I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. “No, they won’t.” His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. “Do you want to know why?” All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. “Because you’ll stay quiet.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Won’t you, Abigail?” He rubbed the spot where he’d struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. “Good girl.” His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor’s daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak—until he came along. One touch from her new employer’s grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she’d buried forever. She knows it’s forbidden. She knows it can’t last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won’t go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she’s determined to expose the truth—even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can’t stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness—and for the truth.
View MoreAbigail’s POV Warmth surrounded me as I slowly woke. The second thing I noticed was Christian. My cheek rested against his chest, one of his arms wrapped securely around my waist. His breathing was deep and even, his body relaxed in sleep. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his face.I stayed still, just watching him. I stayed still, just watching him. Without his usual guarded expression, he looked peaceful. The sharp lines of his jaw had softened. His dark lashes rested against his skin. I traced a fingertip lightly along his cheekbone, then down the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful in a way that almost hurt to look at.Mine.The thought sent heat rushing to my face, but I didn’t push it away. For once, I let myself feel it. A small smile curved my lips.His eyes fluttered open. For a second he looked disoriented, then his gaze settled on me. A slow, sleepy smile touched his mouth.“Good morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“Good
Christian’s POV It was well past midnight when I finally returned to the estate. The day’s exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, but the anger from this morning still simmered beneath my skin. I hoped everyone was asleep. The mess in the dining hall had already been cleaned up, leaving no trace of what I had done.I pushed open my bedroom door and stopped short. Abigail rose from the edge of my bed. She wore simple pajamas, but the shorts rode high enough to reveal the scrape on her knee from earlier. Under the dim lights, the skin looked red and raw.I frowned. That was going to scar.She stood there quietly, watching me. The fact that she had waited up only deepened the guilt already gnawing at my chest.I closed the door behind me and loosened my tie. “You’re still awake.”“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied softly.I crossed the room without meeting her eyes at first and shrugged off my suit jacket. I found the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet and returned with it. “Sit down
Christian’s POV My vision blurred at the edges, fury burning so hot it turned everything into smears of red and black. The coppery scent of blood still clung to my knuckles, throbbing where the skin had split against my father’s face.Every step I took away from the dining room sent fresh rage pulsing through my veins.“Christian,” Abigail called behind me, her voice urgent.I didn’t stop. I didn’t turn around. The front door slammed open under my hand as I stormed outside. The morning breeze hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire in my chest.“Christian, wait!” Her footsteps hurried after me across the gravel driveway.I kept moving toward my car, jaw locked tight. My mother’s face flashed in my mind again. Pale. Lifeless. Her body cold on the bathroom floor. Then Matteo’s bloodied, smug smile. The same smile he wore every time he brought home another woman. Every time he shattered another promise. Every time he ruined us.I was sick of it. So sick of him.“Christian, plea
Christian’s POVThe table went deathly still.I felt Abigail stiffen beside me. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stared at the woman on my father’s arm. She looked young enough to be one of my siblings. Matteo met my gaze without a flicker of shame, wearing that same careless smile he’d worn after every betrayal he had ever handed this family.Abigail’s hand found mine under the table and squeezed hard. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.The familiar resentment burned low in my gut. Another woman. Another promise he would break. Another child he would eventually abandon.“Fiancée?” Carmen asked, her voice flat.“We’re getting married next month,” Matteo announced proudly, lifting Sophia’s hand to flash the enormous diamond. “It’s time this family celebrated something good for once.”Isabella let out a mocking laugh. “Of course you would.”Xavier rubbed his temple. “Dad, can we not do this right now?”“Why not?” Matteo leaned back, completely relaxed. “Life is short. Your grandfather’s
Abigail’s POV As soon as the words left my mouth, the air between us turned ice-cold.“Luke?” Christian’s voice dropped to a dangerously low tone.I forced myself to hold his gaze and swallowed hard. “Yes. Luke.”Christian’s jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jump. For a second I thoug
Abigail’s POV My eyes flew open. A sharp breath tore into my lungs.My chest heaved with shallow, uneven inhales. Sweat clung to my skin, dampening the sheets as my fingers twisted in the fabric.I forced another breath, slower this time. Then another. My pulse still raced, but each second pulled
Abigail’s POV He was so close that I could feel his warm breath pooling over my skin. The heat radiating from his body made my skin flush.I could feel the silent anger rolling off him. Directed at me or himself, I wasn’t sure. But I was seeing red and too furious to care.“You think I don’t want
Christian’s POV I stood near the edge of the ballroom, only half-listening as Richard Harlan droned on about quarterly projections.His voice blurred into the string quartet and the low hum of two hundred guests in tuxedos and gowns.Drawing myself back into the conversation, I gave a clipped nod.






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