تسجيل الدخولSherry Hart never imagined the family business would crumble in her hands. With nowhere else to turn, she strikes a desperate deal with Enzo Blackwood, cold, calculating, and dangerously handsome, the elusive billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics and a heart as cold as his empire's towering glass walls. Enzo doesn’t make deals without control. In exchange for saving Sherry’s Fashion House, he demands 5 years of her life as his Personal assistant. Bound by a contract neither can break, what starts as a transactional arrangement soon sparks fiery clashes as Sherry challenges Enzo's authority at every turn. At the very moment she vows to guard her heart, Sherry resolves to keep their relationship strictly professional. But she's pulled deeper into Enzo’s high-stakes world, where hidden enemies lurk behind designer suits and whispered threats. Enzo reveals a side she never imagined: fierce, protective, and willing to fight for her. But the moments when Enzo shields her from harm, exposing a fiercely protective side concealed beneath his cold demeanor, leave her truly shaken. As secrets unravel and desire blurs every line between them, Sherry faces a dangerous question: Can Sherry trust the man who holds both her career and heart hostage, And when desire turns into obsession, will Enzo risk everything for the woman he swore he could never love or is she just a puppet in Enzo’s ruthless game?
عرض المزيدMonths later, Paris smelled like fresh rain and cigarette smoke. The city had a way of holding onto contradictions, of being both soft and sharp, warm and cold, alive and aching with ghosts. For Sherry, it mirrored exactly what lived inside her.It had been four months since she walked out of Enzo’s life, since the night she left behind the quiet devastation of his father’s office and booked a one-way ticket to Paris. She remembered the cold glass of the plane window pressed against her cheek that night, the blur of lights fading beneath her, and the way her body felt like it was made of glass, fragile, breakable, yet somehow still holding together.Now, Paris had become her stage. Her name buzzed across fashion magazines, her designs filled glossy spreads and her face was caught in paparazzi flashes as she stepped onto red carpets in gowns she had sketched on scraps of paper in the middle of sleepless nights. The fashion world had welcomed her back and not just welcomed her, but crown
The drive to the old Blackwood estate was wrapped in silence.Not the quiet they had built between them in recent weeks, the kind that felt like shared breath and unspoken understanding, but the heavier kind, dense with unsaid words. Silence that held questions with answers neither of them wanted to voice.Sherry sat stiffly in the back seat beside Enzo, her eyes fixed on the blurred landscape rolling past the tinted glass. The video from the night before still echoed in her skull, while circling her like a vulture.Love is leverage. It wasn’t just a phrase. It was a curse, one her heart had already begun to believe.Enzo hadn’t said a word since it played. He hadn’t tried to soothe her, hadn’t tried to dismiss the venom of his father’s voice. He had just… sat in it. Like he was carrying the weight of two legacies at once, the one he was born into and the one he had chosen with her.Only this morning had he finally broken the silence. His eyes had been hollow, his voice almost unrecogn
The morning after the storm didn’t arrive with thunder or with the dramatic sweep of lightning across Manhattan’s skyline.It came with something much smaller, softer and almost ordinary.The steady ticking of Sherry’s wall clock in the kitchen. The faint scent of orange blossoms drifted through the cracked-open window and the quiet weight of Enzo Blackwood sleeping on her couch, like a king stripped of his throne and exiled to something far less ceremonial than velvet chairs or mahogany boardrooms.She stood barefoot in her kitchen, wrapped in a robe that had once belonged to her mother, staring at the mug of coffee in her trembling hands. She hadn’t taken a sip yet. The steam curled upward like smoke from a fire she wasn’t ready to put out.She couldn’t stop looking at him.He hadn’t stirred once since she’d draped the blanket across his chest the night before. Enzo Blackwood, the man who had ruled rooms with a glance, who had made titans bend and lovers burn, looked strangely boyish
The studio lights were merciless. They weren’t built for intimacy, for the fragile kind of honesty that tasted like blood in the back of your throat. They were built to strip, to expose and to burn away whatever shadows you tried to hide beneath.And tonight, Sherry Hart walked willingly into the fire.She sat straight-backed in the steel-gray chair, a red silk blouse draping elegantly against her shoulders and black slacks tailored sharp enough to cut. Her makeup was precise, her hair pinned into a sleek twist, every detail curated not for vanity, but for armor, because when the world wanted to destroy you, the smallest crack was all it needed to strike.Across from her sat Richard Lane, America’s most notorious interviewer. His reputation stretched across decades of political assassinations disguised as interviews, of corporate titans unraveling under his questions, of movie stars crumbling into apologies. He was known for his cruelty, his surgical precision and his refusal to let an
The image haunted Enzo long after the screen went black. A red target burned into his memory, plastered right over Sherry's chest.Tick. Tock.Time was running out.He stared at the darkened phone for a long time, fists balled, breath shallow. Not again.He sat frozen, his fists clenched so tightly
Sherry awoke to silence.The space beside her bed was cold and untouched. She turned her head slowly, her eyes landing on the lone piece of paper resting against a folded napkin on the nightstand.Handle the day yourself. Needed space.EnzoHer fingers clenched around the sheet. No "good morning," n
Sherry reluctantly emerged from the comforting depths of sleep into the stark morning light.She basked in blissful unawareness for a fleeting moment after waking when reality still hung precariously over her like a palpable fog.She turned her head, and suddenly a ghastly sight made her body stiff
The Maldives is a paradise for lovers, for passion, for couples who spend their days wrapped in each other, tangled between silk sheets, with the ocean breeze carrying their whispered confessions.Not for them.Not for a contract.Her heart twisted painfully.She opened her mouth to protest, to dema












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