Mag-log inZara Taylor’s life crumbled when her father died, leaving her trapped in a loveless marriage with Ronnie Phillips, who only valued her business intellect. Betrayed by Ronnie’s affair with her stepsister, Zara fled the City, raising her IVF-conceived daughter, Hazel, alone. Years later, Matthew Russell, her first love and the IVF donor, reappears with a ruthless proposition: marry him to reclaim her father’s stolen shares. “Marry me, Zara. It’s the only way you get your father’s legacy back.” “I’d rather burn in hell,” she spat. “But you need me,” Matthew replied, his touch igniting desires she swore to bury. Their alliance uncovers mysteries and conspiracies rooted in her father's death, all pointing to Caleb Ross, the man who orchestrated it. But Matthew has secrets of his own, shadows Zara’s determined to drag into the light. Desire simmers between them, impossible to ignore. But will Zara surrender to the passion that’s always burned for him, or will betrayal consume them both?
view moreZARARekindling my relationship with Matthew didn’t feel like a decision. It felt like coming home.After everything that happened, after the lies, the fear, the kidnapping, the truths that almost broke me, I realized something very clear.I had never stopped loving him.The evidence against Howard Dewitt was undeniable. The FBI laid it all out piece by piece. Financial crimes. Threats. Manipulation. Kidnapping. Cover-ups that spanned years. Things he thought money and power would erase..They didn’t.Howard Dewitt went to prison quietly.No dramatic outburst. No last speech.Just cold metal cuffs and the sound of a cell door closing behind him.I didn’t attend the sentencing.I didn’t need to see his face to feel closure.What I needed was peace.Forgiving my father took longer..Some nights I lay awake thinking about what he did, about the choices he made that put all of us in danger. Other nights I remembered him teaching me how to ride a bike, how he used to wait up just to hear a
ZARAI kept watching as Matthew walked into the building with his hands on Monica's waist. It's a subtle act of protection. He does it to me whenever we are entering a restaurant, our home together…..Our home together. That's been a lie. All the while I thought he was protecting me by keeping me close. He was protecting Monica.But that can't be true. Matthew loves me. He loves our daughter. He loves the life we are building together.“You are lying!” I screamed at Howard. “These are all fake. They are fakes,” I yelled towards the TV screen.“Maybe they are,” Howard scoffed. “But these aren't,” he stretched his hands and a huge file was handed to him.“Lose the ropes,” he ordered, and the two men who brought me into the room did as they were told.As soon as I was free of the ropes Howard dropped the huge files on my lap. “Read.”My hands shook as I opened it. The first page made my breath catch. A death certificate, it has my father’s name.Cause of death: homicide.Suspect status
ZARAIt's been four days since I have been in this little room, desperate for an escape. Four days since I heard Monica's voice on the phone or what I think is Monica's voice because there is no way she's alive. I saw her dead body, I saw her wrecked car. There was no way she would have survived that crash and she didn't. Because she was buried and I went to her funeral. In fact I grieved her death. Still grieving.So Monica can't be alive. That's reality and right now I'm in another reality where I have been kidnapped by her father.I haven't seen Howard since he brought me here along with so many of his men. I have been given food and water daily but I haven't seen anyone's faces.Maybe that's his tactics to keep me isolated and delusional. And it's working, because no matter how hard I try to fight it. I can feel myself slipping from reality.The door finally opened. Not the small slot where food came through. The whole door.Light flooded the room so suddenly that I had to squee
MATTHEWI looked at Evans and the rest of the team as they secured the building. “Is he dead?” I asked as Evans checked his pulse. “No,” he shook his head. “Just unconscious,” he brought out a peppermint out of his pocket and placed it close to the nostrils of Agent Asher.I watched as he sniffed it and woke up in shock and in survival mode.“Hey, easy tiger,” Evans said to him as Asher's hands went towards his weapon holster but his weapon wasn't there.“What are you doing here, Asher?” I asked.“I could ask you the same question. And it's Agent Asher to you,” he groaned as he struggled to get out of the ropes he was tied with.“No,” I raised my hands as one of the operatives bent over to help him.“What do you mean no?!” Asher yelled. “I need to get out of these things.”“Not until you answer all of my questions,” I said and he sighed.“Fine. What am I doing here?” He continued to struggle with the rope. “I'm the lead Agent in charge of your girlfriend's kidnapping.”“Yeah, right,
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