LOGINHe was the man she swore to destroy. She became the woman he couldn’t let go. Amara Blake has one mission: take down Damien Cole, the ruthless billionaire who destroyed her father’s empire. Armed with a new identity and a plan for revenge, she infiltrates his world, determined to ruin him from the inside out. But Damien isn’t the monster she expected. Beneath the icy walls and razor-sharp power lies a man haunted by scars, secrets, and a loneliness he refuses to admit. The closer Amara gets, the more she finds herself torn between vengeance and desire. When one stolen kiss shatters her carefully built lies, passion ignites into something neither can control. But the truth can’t stay buried forever, and when Damien discovers who she really is, heartbreak and betrayal threaten to destroy them both. Just as their fragile love crumbles, a darker enemy emerges, the true villain behind both their families’ ruin. To survive, Damien and Amara must fight side by side. But when the dust settles, will he ever forgive the woman who came to break him… and instead stole his heart? Bound by the Heiress’ Revenge is a steamy, emotional billionaire romance filled with secrets, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to rewrite destiny.
View MoreAmara’s POVThe city never slept, but I felt like I had.Not the kind of sleep that healed. The kind that numbed. A heavy, dreamless state where my body collapsed because my mind couldn’t take any more. And now, sitting in the corner of my apartment with the curtains drawn, the world still turning outside, I wondered if I’d wake up from this in one piece.My chest ached, not in the dramatic way of novels and films where heartbreak is beautiful, noble. No. This was ugly. My heart didn’t break clean; it shattered into sharp, jagged fragments that kept slicing deeper every time I breathed.Damien knew.The memory looped endlessly, cruel as a whip. The look in his eyes when the truth fell between us like glass breaking on marble. The fury first, sharp and cold. Then the hurt, so raw it looked ripped straight from his bones. And worst of all, the disappointment.That gutted me.He had let me in. Against his own rules, against his better judgment, against the fortress of walls he built so c
Amara’s POVThe silence between us was louder than any shouting match.Damien’s eyes, gray, sharp, stormy, were fixed on me like I was both a stranger and a threat. The man who once looked at me with quiet fascination now studied me like a puzzle he never wanted to solve. And it was my fault. Every moment, every smile, every stolen glance I had shared with him had been a lie wrapped in longing.My chest burned with the weight of the truth he had uncovered. Mara Vance. My perfect mask. My carefully built lie. My doorway into his world. The name I had clung to so tightly, thinking I could control the game.But Damien wasn’t a man who tolerated betrayal.I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick. “Damien…”“Don’t.” His voice cut across the space like a blade. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. “Don’t say my name like you have a right to it.”The words sliced me deeper than I expected. I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways, rehearsed explanations, imagined tears, fury, maybe eve
Amara’s POVThe slam of the door still echoed through my bones long after Damien was gone.I sat there in his bed, our bed, feeling like the air had been ripped from my lungs. My name. My real name. Spoken by him, not with tenderness, but with venom.No matter how many times I blinked, I couldn’t erase the image of his face. Betrayal cut deeper than any rage. He hadn’t just seen me as an enemy; he’d seen me as someone who had fooled him into believing in love.Love.The word clawed at me because it was true. Somewhere along the line, my mission had twisted into something else. Damien Blackwell was no longer the monster I’d painted him to be. He was the man who had held me when nightmares dragged me under. The man whose laughter, rare and raw, had melted every piece of ice inside me.And I’d ruined it.I stumbled out of the bed, clutching the sheet around me as if it could hold me together. His office door was still cracked open from where he’d stormed out. Papers littered the desk, th
Amara’s POVThe sheets were still warm against my skin when I realized something was wrong.Damien’s warmth was gone.I blinked awake, the storm outside now a dull whisper compared to the silence inside. The silence was wrong, it wasn’t calm, it was heavy, like the moment before glass shatters.He was standing by the window, shirtless, the file in his hand.My blood ran cold.“Damien…” My voice cracked.He turned slowly. His gray eyes weren’t soft anymore. They weren’t curious, or calculating. They were knives.“Mara Vance,” he said, his voice sharp as broken glass. “Or should I say… Amara Blake?”The world tilted beneath me.I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “I can explain.”“Explain?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. Only rage. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to open my arms to someone, let them in, only to find out they’ve been lying since the moment we met?”I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. Every lie I’d spun for three years unravel






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