LOGINNathaniel Crowe has everything a man wish for, wealth, influence and a reputation powerful enough to silence any room he walks in. To the world, he is a successful billionaire CEO who has mastered control in both business and life but behind the perfect image lies a secret he can't escape. He is living under the shadow of a curse tied to a last life he barely remembers, a curse that threatens to destroy not only his future but his very existence. Iris Moore lives a completely different reality. Struggling to make ends meet, she has grown used to disappointment yet her life takes an unexpected turn when she is suddenly pulled into Nathaniel's world through a contract marriage that feels more like fate than a coincidence. As they begin living under the same roof, strange dreams, unexplained emotions and fragments of their memories starts to resurface, revealing a connection that goes beyond their present lives. But love is never simple when destiny is involved. Now Iris must decide if she is willingly to stand with the man whose life is surrounded by danger and Nathaniel must learn power means nothing if he cannot protect the one person who might be his only salvation. Sometimes, love is not just about the present. Sometimes it's about rewriting fate.
View MoreChapter Thirty-Five: A clean killMaya’s POVThe room smelled like iron. Not strong enough to choke, just enough to sit at the back of your throat and stay there.He was still alive.I stood across from him, arms folded, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. His head hung low, shoulders slack, like his body had already given up even if his heart hadn’t caught up yet.One of Victor’s men.Or what was left of him.Lucien leaned against the wall beside me, completely at ease, like this was just another dull afternoon.“I’m starting to think he’s doing this on purpose,” he said, glancing at the man. “You know… dramatic silence, last stand, all that.”“He’s thinking,” I replied.Lucien tilted his head. “About what? His childhood?”I ignored that.The man coughed weakly, blood slipping past his lips again. One of the guards behind him shifted, tightening their grip on his shoulders to keep him upright.I slowly stepped forward. We already had most of what we needed. This was just… t
Chapter Thirty-Four: The ReportVictor’s POVThe corridor was eerily quiet, a silence that felt more like a warning than peace. My footsteps echoed on the polished black floor, each one sounding louder than it should. The guards at the entrance, as always, remained silent, only stepping aside to let me pass. It was obvious he had been expecting me.The doors ahead slid open before I even reached them, a silent invitation. Stepping inside, the air immediately felt colder, a deliberate chill. The room was dim, with low lights casting unsettling shadows that seemed to writhe on their own. He sat ahead, a figure partially obscured, relaxed with one leg crossed over the other, watching. Always watching. I stopped a few steps in and bowed my head slightly. "Master."“Master.”A pause, then his voice, unnervingly calm, "You're late." "I came as soon as I confirmed it." I replied He cut straight to it, "Confirmed what?" "They are no longer affected by the distance barrier," I stated. S
Chapter Thirty-Three: What They WantNathaniel Crowe’s POVLucien was already talking when I walked in.“…I’m just saying, if we’re being hunted by some ancient psycho, the least he could do is send a proper invitation.”“Well I don't remember any one inviting you,” Maya replied flatly.“Ouch. That really hurts.”“As it should.”I ignored them both and stepped fully into the study.Wei Zhang stood near the table, tablet in hand. Vivian was by the window, arms folded. Maya leaned against the desk, calm as always.While Lucien?Sprawled like he owned the place which was nothing new.“You’re late,” Maya said.“Well, im here,” I replied.“That’s not the same thing.”“It is tonight.”Lucien let out a low whistle. “Ah… he’s in one of those moods. Besides Maya, he is married man. Well kind of married but you get.” he said throwing a look at Maya. "Well, it understandable if you don't get..""Lucien..." Maya started“I believe there is a report.” i said breaking off the atmosphere.Wei steppe
Chapter Thirty-Two: Guess What HappenedIris Moore’s POV“Iris? Are you even listening to me?!”I blinked.“Oh sorry! Say that again,” I said quickly, dropping onto the bed, pulling my legs under me.“You haven’t changed,” the voice on the other end laughed. “Still zoning out mid-conversation.”I smiled.God, I missed that voice.“Silvia, it’s been like a year,” I said. “so pleaseeeee i’m allowed to be dramatic.”“A year and you forgot how to pick calls?” she shot back. “I’ve been trying this number for days!”“Days?” I frowned. “How did you even get my number?”“Austin.”Of course.I let out a small laugh. “That guy still talks too much.”“He said and I quote—‘If you find Iris, tell her I still make the best pasta in the city.’”I burst out laughing.“He would say that.”“So you do remember him.”“How can I forget?” I said, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling. “He nearly burnt the kitchen down trying to impress a customer.”“That was one time!”“That was three times, Silvia.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Don’t Stare Too LongIris Moore’s POVFor the first time in days, I slept peacefully. Not the kind where I kept waking up every few hours, heart racing for no reason. No nightmares, no voices, just soft and deep sleep.So quiet that I didn’t want to open my eyes but something
Nathaniel's POVI had imagined a lot of things about the moment Iris finally agreed.Relief. Satisfaction. Everything settling back into place.What I hadn’t expected was the way my chest tightened the second the word left her mouth.Yes.It was pain actually neither was it fear. It was more like
Iris' POVI didn’t sleep. Well it wasn't like I could. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying his voice over and over in my head.'You belong to me.'The words shouldn’t have affected me the way they did. They shouldn’t have curled low in my stomach or sent a shiver down my spine every
Nathaniel's POVI didn’t want to knock but I did.Knocking implied courtesy and permission which I didn't need.I stood outside Iris Moore’s apartment door for exactly three minutes before she opened it herself. The moment our eyes meet, something inside my chest snapped.A familiar feeling of long












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