LOGINThree years ago, Amelia Stone vanished after her father’s sudden death. She is left heartbroken, pregnant, and convinced billionaire Xade Cross betrayed them both. Now, she’s back in London, living under a false name and identity, working as a maid in Xade’s mansion. Her plan is simple: uncover the truth about her father’s stolen invention, protect her secret son, and disappear again before anyone finds out who she is. But fate has other plans. When Xade’s car crashes outside his estate one stormy night, Amelia is forced to save the man she swore she'd never show sympathy for. Injured and intrigued, Xade demands she stay close, as his personal assistant during his recovery. Soon, their past bleeds into the present. Feelings bloom against their will and lines begin to blur. Secrets begin to sprout and everything becomes jumbled up and more confusing than Amelia expected. Amelia is convinced she holds no feelings towards him except hatred. But does love ever truly die?
View MoreMason’s interest I spend my early mornings looking at the files on my desk that need attention before Mason comes in for his visits. Just when I amiss punctual about to round up on the files, he walks into my office without knocking. I check my watch. He is punctual as always. Mason arrives exactly at ten wearing a designer charcoal suit that probably costs more than most people make in six months. His shoes gleam as he polished them this morning, for this meeting. Mason is exactly the businessman who spends all of his money on looking good, than any other thing. The concern on his face looks practiced, as he rehearsed it in the mirror. As he takes a seat from me, I sigh, sitting up and shutting the binder in front of me closed. Another charade. He is faking his empathy, and me indulging in it because for him that's the closest I can get towards any brotherly emotion. I'm used to it now, the fake expressions. He practices them in front of a mirror till they appear genuine. "Brot
"Sir there's been a theft tonight. Your antique pen. The Montblanc from your father's collection. It's missing from your desk. Miss Davidson was seen in your study area and when we searched her room we found this." She holds up the phone. "An unauthorized personal device which is against company policy. I suspect she's been using it to communicate with outside parties about sensitive company information."I watch Xade's face while she talks but his expression gives nothing away. His eyes move from Mrs. Thornton to the phone then finally to me. When our gazes meet something passes between us. These eyes darken and I feel a shiver run down my spine."Give it to me," he says.Mrs. Thornton complies immediately, practically shoving the phone into his hand. He examines it, turning it over once, then twice. His thumb hovers over the power button but he doesn't press it. He doesn't unlock it to see who I've been calling or what messages I've sent. I like that he respects my privacy.Instead,
Accusations My blood turns to ice, but I force every muscle in my face to stay relaxed while Mrs. Thornton watches me with those sharp calculating eyes that remind me of a hawk circling prey. The two security guards fan out on either side of her, filling my small room with their bulky bodies. "Of course," I say with a calm. "Search whatever you need to search."Mrs. Thornton, the head maid twitches her mouth like she expected me to protest or maybe run. When I don't give her the satisfaction, her eyes narrow further before she gestures sharply at the guards."Everything. Check under the mattress, inside the drawers, behind the furniture. Leave nothing unexamined."The first guard moves to my small closet where my three uniforms hang beside the single dress I own for days off. He runs his hands through the pockets while the second guard kneels beside my bed and lifts the mattress.My heart hammers so hard against my ribs I'm certain everyone can hear it—the phone. The burner phone is
AMELIAS POVMy heart starts to race. Is he talking about me? About what happened three years ago?"Maybe the pages were torn out for a reason," I say carefully. "Maybe some things are better left forgotten.""Or maybe someone doesn't want me to remember." His eyes narrow slightly. "Maybe someone has been working very hard to keep me confused."The air between us feels charged now. I need to change the subject before he asks questions I can't answer."This is good tea," I say stupidly.He blinks then a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It transforms his face completely. Makes him look younger. Less burdened."It is isn't it. My mother used to make it for me when I couldn't sleep as a child. After she died I learned to make it myself.""I'm sorry about your mother.""It was a long time ago." He sets his cup down on the small table between our chairs. "What about your family? You said your aunt raised you."I nod and take another sip to avoid answering right away. "She did her
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