LOGINElijah Dawson had everything—a billion-dollar empire, a name that commanded respect, and the kind of life others could only dream of. By 20, he’d conquered the business world, turning his love for cars into an empire. But there’s one thing he can’t own: Eloise Hart, his late brother’s wife, and the woman who’s haunted him for years. Eloise is chaos in human form. Tattooed, reckless, and unapologetic, she lives her life with zero regrets. The world sees her as a disaster waiting to happen, a woman who drags Elijah’s name into scandal every chance she gets. But what they don’t know is that she’s the one woman he’s never been able to let go. Elijah knows he should stay away, that every time he’s near her, he risks losing everything—his reputation, his empire, and the respect he has to his late brother. He swore he’d never cross that line, but how long can he resist when Eloise is the one thing he’s always wanted but could never have? Because for Eloise, she could fuck every man on the planet, but not him. Not her brother-in-law.
View MoreI stepped out of the car, eyes adjusting to the quiet warmth of the afternoon sun. The air smelled different here—cleaner, lighter, like it didn’t know the chaos we carried with us. Elijah was already ahead, opening the gate to the villa. And then, I saw them.Two kids running toward him.My chest tightened.Eloah and Eliana.Elijah’s kids.Eloise’s kids.They looked nothing like me. Not even close. But still… my stomach twisted.Eloah had his father’s sharp stare, the same quiet storm Elijah carried when he wasn’t speaking. Eliana, though—God—Eliana was the spitting image of her mother. She even ran the same way Eloise used to when we were younger, like she was chasing something she didn’t want to lose.“Eliana, Eloah,” Elijah said, crouching down, arms wide open as both kids tackled him into a hug, their laughter echoing through the open yard.I stayed still. My throat felt dry.They didn’t even notice me at first. Why would they? I wasn’t part of this world. I never was.“El, Eloah
I stood still.Just on the other side of the wall—close enough to hear every word, every gasp, every breath—but too far to undo the moment.“…It’s positive.”Farah’s voice was shaky, a mix of disbelief and something else I couldn’t name.I didn’t hear Eloise’s voice right away. Just silence. The kind that screams louder than anything else.Then came the softest sound I’ve ever heard from her—broken and trembling. “It’s Elijah’s.”I closed my eyes.Like a punch to the gut, like the ground was ripped beneath me.I should’ve walked away.I should’ve given them privacy.But I couldn’t. My feet were planted, like this wall was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.Inside, Maren was saying something—comforting her, maybe scolding her too—but all I could focus on was the echo of that name.Elijah.Even now. Even after everything. He still has a part of her I will never have.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe.I thought I could bring her back into my world and everything would
"How is she?"My voice was low, careful, as I leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen where Maren was busy preparing tea. It had been two weeks since we brought Eloise here, and every passing day felt heavier than the last.Maren rolled her eyes without looking at me. "She didn't eat. Again."I exhaled sharply, my chest tightening. "Did she at least drink something?""No," she said flatly, placing the cup down a bit too hard. "And before you ask, no, I didn't force her. I’m not going to beg a grown woman to eat when all she does is sit by the window and ignore me like I’m her maid."I swallowed hard. I knew this wasn’t easy for Maren either. "I'm not blaming you."She turned to face me, arms crossed, frustration written all over her face. "Then who should we blame? Me for trying? You for dragging her here? Or her, for refusing to fight for herself?"I looked away, jaw tightening. I knew Eloise was hurting. And I knew I was the reason."She’s grieving, Maren," I said, barely above a whi
Maybe I'm no different from Noel."I hate you..."Those were her last words before she walked away from me.I clenched my jaw as I watched her go. Her steps were fast, firm—but I could see her hands were shaking. I hurt her. I saw it in her eyes.I threatened her. I told her that if she didn’t leave Elijah and come with me, I’d take everything back—everything that was rightfully mine. The company. The name. Even her. I used the one card I never wanted to pull: the truth that I’m still her legal husband. That I’m still the rightful heir to Dawson.And I hated myself for it.But what else did I have left?I’m dying. I only have five months, and all I wanted—God, all I ever wanted—was her.I’ve lost everything else. My time. My strength. My peace.And now I’ve lost the only person I wanted to come home to.Maybe I’ve become everything I swore I wouldn’t be.Maybe the real damage wasn’t what Noel did to me.Maybe it’s what I did to myself—when I let desperation make decisions my heart nev
The morning after, I woke up to the dull ache of guilt in my chest—and the taste of vodka still bitter on my tongue.Noel was still asleep beside me, one arm flung over my waist like I might disappear if he let go. His face was peaceful, tear-stained, but finally quiet. As if, for once, the voices
I sat on the cold hospital couch, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as the ticking of the wall clock echoed in my ears. Elijah was pacing silently beside me, his jaw tense, arms crossed tightly over his chest.The door finally opened, and our family doctor—Dr. Ramirez—stepped in with a clipboard
My vision was blurry, my head pounding with every step they dragged me through the hallway. The coldness of the cement wall, the smell of metal and rot—it all screamed prison. But the only thing that mattered to me right now… was the tiny life inside me.I curled into myself the moment they threw m
I was seated on a cold chair, my hands tightly bound behind my back. I didn’t feel fear—or maybe I’d just gotten used to it. In front of me, Noel was pacing back and forth like he was putting a plan together in his head. He was holding a folder, and with every step closer, I could hear the slight c






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