Betrayed, beaten, and left for dead in the freezing snow, Jane's world shatters when the man she loved, Chris, cruelly denies her and their unborn child. As darkness threatens to claim her, a stranger, Greg an aloof billionaire forced into an ultimatum by his grandfather stumbles upon her dying body. Desperate to save her, Greg becomes entangled in Jane’s fate, unknowingly setting off series of events that will bind them together in ways neither could have imagined. Will Jane rise from the ashes of her suffering to seek justice? And will Greg, who has sworn off love, find in Jane the woman he never knew he needed? In a world where love and revenge collide, their story is just beginning…
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Chris and Jane have been dating since high school. For Jane, Chris is her happy place. Living with her step-siblings hasn’t been easy for her, and Chris is her only comfort. "Jane, I love you so much. What can I ever do to repay you? You’re a blessing in disguise, and I can’t wait to finally have you all to myself, babe," Chris said. "I love you too, Chris," Jane replied, her eyes already red and her voice trembling as she professed her undying love for him. "Chris, just take the money and use it to pay for your tuition. This is the money I have been saving for five years now," Jane added. "Babe!" Chris said, almost crying. "I promise things are going to get better. All your sacrifices for me won’t be in vain. I promise to be a better man for you." Just then, Chris’s phone rang. "Jane, I have to take this call. Please, can you give me a moment?" "Yes," Jane said almost immediately, though she wondered why Chris suddenly seemed panicked over a call. "How can you be calling me now when you know I am with your sister? I am with your sister, for crying out loud," Chris said, already frustrated. "How is that my business, Chris? You better finish what you started, or all hell will break loose." "How can you do this to me, knowing how much your sister loves me?" "Oh, please spare me the sermons. So, you want to play the saint all of a sudden, right? I want you here by 7PM at my house, and I don’t care how you do it, Chris. Bye." Jane lost her mother when she was two years old in an accident. Not long after, her father, Mr. Jethro, brought another woman into their home as his wife. At first, her stepmother treated her well, but after getting pregnant, her attitude changed drastically. She hated Jane for no reason, especially because Jethro was always fond of his first child. Eventually, Jane’s stepmother turned her father’s affection away from her and focused solely on Karen. Karen got the best of everything from childhood clothes, education, and privileges while Jane was treated like a slave. Her only friend and comfort was Chris. Chris paced around, deep in thought. What have I gotten myself into? I love Karen, but Jane has done so much for me. What happens when she finds out about my escapades with her stepsister? But wait… who cares? I never asked Jane to fall in love with me. She keeps stalking me, and honestly, she’s not that beautiful. Unlike my darling Karen hot, seductive, beautiful, and, most importantly, the heir to M&G Building and Construction Company. Smiling briefly, Chris walked back to where Jane was. "Babe, I’m sorry for the interruption. My friend just won’t let me be, always asking for one thing or another." "Oh!" Jane replied, feeling proud of her man. "It’s okay. Who wouldn’t want a friend like you in their life?" Chris kissed her forehead. "Babe, I have to go meet up with my friend. You know how he can be." Almost on the verge of tears, Jane muttered, "You promised to spend time with me today. We haven’t really had enough time together. Now that we finally can, you’re leaving already?" Tears streamed down her face as she let out her frustration. Chris, trying to hide his irritation, consoled her. "I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? We’ll hang out soon. Besides, your dad and stepmother will start looking for you soon. You need to go home, baby." Jane wiped her tears, grudgingly walked Chris to get a cab, and bid him farewell. *********** "Chris! What the hell took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you alone at the hotel," Karen fired angrily. "Karen, I’m sorry. You know how your sister can be. I had to come up with a proper excuse for her." Chris wrapped his arms around Karen’s waist, caressing her shoulders softly. "Chris, please leave me alone," Karen said, already blushing. "Okay, fine," he said, taking his hands off her. "Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave you alone. Do you want this, Karen?" Sensing his anger, Karen walked up to him and started kissing him. "Chris, I’m sorry, okay? I just don’t like seeing you with my sister. I want you all to myself, baby, and you know that." Karen was already unbuttoning Chris’s shirt. "Why don’t we take this to another level, baby?" Chris smirked naughtily, grabbing Karen’s hands and pinning them to the wall. He kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless. *** Phone rings (Jane). "Babe, please hold on. Your sister is calling me I need to pick it up." Chris hurriedly dropped the already angry Karen onto the bed. "Jane, why are you calling me? I told you I’m with my friend! Why are you disturbing me, for goodness’ sake?" Chris lashed out. "I’m sorry, dear. I just called to check if you got to your friend’s place safely. I didn’t mean to offend you or make you angry. I’m truly sorry," Jane said, her voice breaking with tears. "Well, I’m here now. Happy?" "Okay, dear. Please take care of yourself for me, okay? My regards to your mother—please tell her I asked after her." "I will. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now." "Chris? Chris? Hello? Are you there?" Jane sighed. "I guess he’s really busy right now." "Can we continue now?" Karen snapped bitterly. "Of course, darling. Don’t mind that fat, good-for-nothing girl," Chris sneered. "Once I’m done with everything I want, I’ll call off the relationship and finally make things right with you. That way, we won’t have to hide our love anymore." "Will you really dump my sister for me?" Karen asked excitedly. "Of course, baby. There’s no way I’m going to marry that ugly-looking girl. I’d be ashamed." Chris smirked. "It’s just you, my baby girl."The long, winding driveway leading to the Whitmore estate felt colder than usual that evening, though the sky remained clear. Jane’s fingers were tense on the steering wheel, her heart pulsing with questions. The message had been simple and discreet: “Come alone. Do not tell Greg. – G.W.”She had obeyed without knowing why.Now, standing in front of the towering oak doors, she felt an odd chill wash over her, as though she was about to enter something far deeper than just a conversation.The butler led her through the grand halls in silence, stopping before the study. “He’s waiting for you inside.”She pushed the door open.The room was dark, save for the faint orange glow of a fireplace flickering low in the corner. A single lamp illuminated the large desk near the window, and behind it, seated like a king on his throne, was Gregory Whitmore Sr., the patriarch of the Whitmore legacy.A glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him, and a thin line of smoke curled from the cigarette betwe
The silence in the penthouse had stretched for days. Jane moved through the luxurious space like a ghost, feeling its vastness echo the new emptiness growing between her and Greg. Since their last argument, he'd kept his distance — polite, civil, but colder than she had ever seen him. He was no longer the confident, smooth-talking man who teased her at dinner parties and watched her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. He was now... silent. Distant.And she hated it.The chill wasn’t just in the room — it was under her skin.Jane stood at the edge of the study doorway that evening, watching Greg as he leaned over a set of financial documents. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled, a glass of untouched scotch sitting beside him. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too buried in whatever business emergency his grandfather had stirred up this time.She cleared her throat softly. “Greg.”He looked up. His expression shifted when he saw her, a flash of something — surprise, maybe
The fireplace crackled quietly in the background as Greg paced across the living room of the penthouse, the dim golden lights casting long shadows on the polished wood floors. His mind had been at war for days, trying to convince himself it was too soon… or too absurd… or too much.But he couldn’t avoid it anymore.He had to talk to Jane.She was curled up on the oversized sofa, wearing a soft ivory robe, her legs tucked under her as she flipped absentmindedly through a fashion magazine. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder in loose waves, and there was something about the domestic calmness of the scene that made Greg hesitate.She looked peaceful. Untouched by the chaos that brewed in his chest.But the words burned on his tongue."Jane," he said finally.She looked up, eyes curious. “Hmm?”“We need to talk.”Her body stiffened slightly, a telltale sign she’d learned not to show fear unless it was necessary. She set the magazine down and straightened. “Alright… talk.”Greg walk
The antique grandfather clock ticked heavily in the quiet of the study, its steady rhythm matching the tension thickening in the air.Greg sat stiffly across from his grandfather, the formidable Theodore Hamilton, the patriarch of the Hamilton empire. The elder man was a picture of aged nobility silver hair immaculately combed back, piercing gray eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and a cane resting beside his chair more for intimidation than support.The study was Greg’s least favorite room in the estate all mahogany shelves, dusty oil paintings, and the lingering scent of old money and judgment.Theodore set down his brandy glass with a sharp clink and looked directly at his grandson.“I want a great-grandchild, Gregory.”Greg blinked, half certain he’d misheard. “I’m sorry… what?”Theodore leaned forward slightly. “You’re married now. Publicly, legally, and very convincingly. You’ve given me a charming daughter-in-law, and the press believes you’re on the path to stability. Good. But I
The lights of the city flickered against the glass windows of Greg’s penthouse, painting the marble floors with golden streaks. Jane stood barefoot in the living room, her crimson gown pooling around her feet like spilled wine. The after-party crowd had faded. Greg had gone to take a call in his office. And now, she was alone with her thoughts.Chris.His voice still echoed in her ears.“Come back to me, Jane.”His touch.His eyes—full of regret.She walked over to the floor-length mirror and stared at her reflection. Her makeup was still flawless, her lips still wore a shade of bold red, and her posture screamed power. But her eyes… they betrayed her.“What if he’s truly sorry?”The thought came uninvited, gentle at first, then louder, like a drumbeat.Chris had hurt her—deeply. He’d betrayed her trust, broken her heart, and married her sister. But tonight, for the first time, he hadn’t worn the mask of arrogance. He had looked genuinely lost.And that scared her.Because despite the
The gallery buzzed with champagne-fueled chatter and the soft hum of classical music. Jane stood near a marble sculpture, dressed in a crimson silk gown that shimmered under the lights. Greg had stepped away to speak with one of the event sponsors, leaving her momentarily alone.She needed the breath.Tonight’s event was just another one of Greg’s social obligations”public couple appearances,” he’d called them. But every outing like this felt a little less like an act. Greg had complimented her hair, introduced her as his wife, rested a hand at the small of her back when guiding her through crowds. She was starting to blur the lines.A part of her hated it.Another part… didn't.“Jane.”The voice sent a shock down her spine. She turned slowly and there he was.Chris.He looked out of place in the sleek gallery. His tie was missing, shirt slightly rumpled, eyes bloodshot like he hadn’t slept in days. His gaze clung to her like she was the only real thing in the room.Jane’s lips presse
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