LOGINTo the world, they are perfection, the billionaire and his elegant wife, the family everyone envies. But behind closed doors, they are strangers bound by a contract and by one secret that could destroy them both. When Alexander and Elena Harrington announce their “divorce,” everyone expects a scandal. But they can’t let the real reason for their separation become public. Their empire is built on illusion, and if the truth gets out, it could destroy everything. Their only son is the fragile thread holding them together, and the same reason they can’t let go. But love was never part of the deal. As society braces for scandal, a rival billionaire shows Elena what affection truly feels like. And the man who never shows emotion begins to unravel, consumed by jealousy and obsession. In a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal comes wrapped in diamonds, some vows are meant to break and others become the only thing worth saving.
View MoreAlexander's POV"Where is Julian Harrington?"I'm at the nurse's station, out of breath, my tie is loose, and I don't care how I look.The nurse types on her computer, "Are you family?""I'm his father," I snap, "where is my son?"She looks at me, her expression softens, "Room 304, third floor, but sir, he's stable, the doctor is with him now."Stable, that word should comfort me but it doesn't. I need to see him.I run to the elevators, punch the button repeatedly, like that will make it come faster.The ride up feels endless, my hands won't stop shaking.Third floor, room 304, I'm running down the hallway, nurses are staring but I don't care.I push open the door to room 304 and freeze.Elena is there, standing next to a hospital bed, talking to a doctor in a white coat.Julian is lying in the bed, his eyes closed; there's a bandage on his forehead."Elena," I say, my voice breaking.She spins around, her face is tear-stained, exhausted, and when she sees me, her expression hardens.
Alexander's POV"You look beautiful today, that color suits you."The words come out low, almost a whisper; we're alone in the elevator, and Elena stiffens as I touch her."Don't, Alexander," she says, her voice tight, "don't do this.""Don't do what?" I ask, stepping slightly closer, not touching but close enough that she can smell my cologne, "Compliment my wife, remind you that I notice you now?""It's too late," Elena says, but her voice wavers; she's not as sure as she pretends to be."Is it?" I ask, and I let myself look at her the way I used to, the way I should have been looking at her for the past five years.Dark and intense and wanting, her breath catches. I see it.The elevator doors open on the tenth floor, Elena practically runs out, she doesn't look back.I smile, it's working, slowly, but it's working.I've been doing this for two weeks now, ever since that first day in the break room.I make sure I'm at Sterling Media every day Elena works, changing my entire schedule
Elena's POV"You got the job, congratulations."David Chen's voice on the phone makes me want to cry with relief. I got it, I actually got the job."Thank you," I manage to say, "when do I start?""Next Monday, nine AM, come to the fifteenth floor."We hang up, I look at Julian playing with his blocks on Sarah's living room floor, and we're going to be okay."I got it," I tell Sarah, "I got the job at Sterling Media."Sarah hugs me, "I told you, I knew you would."The salary is good, really good, benefits include health insurance for both me and Julian Monday arrives faster than I expected, and I'm standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear.Navy blue dress, professional but not too formal, I pull my hair back into a low bun."You look beautiful, Mama," Julian says from the doorway.The commute to Sterling Media takes forty minutes; the building is impressive, all glass and steel.I walk into the lobby, my heels clicking on the marble floor."Elena Martin for Davi
Alexander's POV"Who the hell is Robert?"I'm staring at the investigator's report on my desk, the words blurring together.Marcus, my private investigator, shifts uncomfortably, "He's a neighbor, sir, lives in the same motel, helps Mrs. Harrington with Julian sometimes.""How often is sometimes?" I demand."Three, maybe four times a week," Marcus flips through his notes, "takes them to breakfast, plays with the kid, nothing romantic from what I can tell."Nothing romantic yet, that's what he means, nothing romantic yet.I lean back in my chair, my office suddenly feels too small, "What else?""Mrs. Harrington is running out of money," Marcus says carefully, "she's been applying for jobs, administrative positions mostly, using her maiden name."Elena Martin, not Elena Harrington, she's already erasing me."How much does she have left?" I ask.Marcus hesitates, "Maybe two weeks, three if she's careful."Two weeks my wife has two weeks of money left, and I'm sitting here in my office do






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