How far would you go to rewrite a life you never truly chose?
Gazelle Everything between Ivan and Amara happened so fast. But maybe that’s just how it is when you’re hurting. I’ve been there, too. I was broken once. And even after Kyros passed away, I still couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. What he did to me wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten or set aside. Right now, Amara is in Europe with her family for a new wedding ceremony. Maximus and I will follow soon, but we still have a few things to settle at the Sinclair office and the Ferrero Group before we can leave. I tried calling Gianna after what happened at the coffee shop, but she never picked up. I’m worried. I can feel she’s in pain—trapped in a situation that’s slowly eating her up inside. “Gazelle!” I was stepping out of the building when a woman suddenly approached me. I recognized her right away—Cristina. I had forgotten about her, mainly because some of my memories still hadn’t returned, but I’d heard enough to know who she was. She’d shown up at the Sinclair
Cassian didn’t know what to do. He had no idea where to find Amara. Fortunately, his men had found someone to pose as his double. They had already secured a skilled hacker willing to manipulate the GPS system, buying them just enough time to remove the ankle tracker temporarily. With it finally off, Cassian headed straight to the airport. He knew the authorities would notice the glitch sooner or later, but that didn’t matter right now. Finding Amara was more important than his own safety. He arrived at the hotel where she’d last been seen, clinging to hope. But after a day of searching, there was nothing. No signs. No traces. Frustrated and running out of options, he called Jill. “Are you sure Amara is in Las Vegas?” he asked. “Wait, what? You’re in Las Vegas?” Jill’s voice rose in disbelief. “Yes! I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get to talk to her soon!” “Cassian, are you out of your mind? If the authorities find out you’ve left the South, you’ll be in even more t
Amara Everything happened so fast. One moment, I stood before the wedding officiant; the next, I was Mrs. Ivan Voltaire. The happiness coursing through me felt almost surreal—not a single doubt clouded my heart. Back in the hotel suite, I was still floating in the whirlwind of it all when my phone rang. Dakota Lane’s name flashed on the screen. When I answered, that’s when I found out exactly what she wanted from me. She laid everything out—how I tried to ruin Cassian. I didn’t deny any of it. Why would I? If anything, it was better that Cassian knew it was me. Let him see how far my anger had driven me. Let him understand how deep the wounds ran. After I ended the call, I felt the familiar warmth of Ivan’s presence behind me. His breath ghosted across my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Trouble?” he asked, his voice low and concerned. “A little…” I murmured, turning slightly to find him right behind me. Could I still hold onto my irritation with Dakota when th
Dakota stared at her phone for minutes before finding the courage to dial. She’d never called Amara before—had only kept her number as “Cassian’s fiancée” in her contacts. Dakota’s heart pounded, but she wasn’t surprised when Amara answered. “Hello?” “Ms. Valentine... i-it’s me,” Dakota said, trembling. She hadn’t even planned what to say. There was a pause before Amara spoke again. “Why are you calling me?” The warmth had drained from Amara’s tone completely. “I… I called to apologize,” Dakota whispered. A tear slipped down her cheek. “I know you won’t forgive me… and I won’t even try to make excuses. What I did was wrong.” How could she explain that everything she’d done was because she had loved Cassian? She’d stayed in a relationship she knew was doomed from the start—clinging to him, hoping, even when she knew she would eventually lose. “I know I hurt you,” Dakota continued, her voice barely steady. “I could see it in how you fought back—ending your relationship with Mr.
Cassian panicked when Dakota suddenly passed out. Without a second thought, he rushed her to the hospital. Now, he sat in the waiting area, his knee bouncing restlessly, waiting for the doctor to return with an update or test results. His phone buzzed. It was his sister, Jill. “Cassian, you are definitely not going to believe what I just learned,” her voice crackled with urgency on the other end of the line. “What is it?” he asked, his nerves stretched thin. “Someone spotted Amara. She’s in Las Vegas with Ivan Voltaire and his friends.” His brows furrowed. “Wait, what? What are you talking about? Why would Amara be with them? Since when did she even know those people?” Jill didn’t hold back. “Because she married him, Cassian. She married Ivan Voltaire!” His heart stopped. “After she discovered your affair, she didn’t just cut us off—she found someone who could protect her from everything. And you know what really stings? Mr. Voltaire was her ex!” The phone nearly slipped fro
Amara It was surprisingly easy to create decoys, give Cassian a headache, and still enjoy my day while deepening my bond with my new fiancé, Ivan. Of course, none of it would have been possible without Ivan’s help. Since I was the one who prepared the money, it was simple enough to produce six identical bags. Three contained five million, while the others held nothing but stacks of worthless paper. I already had a strong feeling Cassian wouldn’t rest easy. He’d dig, investigate, try to uncover who was really behind the blackmailer. But despite all this preparation, I wasn’t about to let the situation slide. I no longer wanted to see the man who had once claimed he was deeply in love with me. Two years of deception were enough—I never wanted to see him again. I was in Ivan’s apartment when my phone buzzed on the counter. The screen flashed with Jill’s name. I had blocked Cassian’s number along with everyone in his family and circle of friends; the only exception was her. Even