MasukSeven months to live. A fortune worth killing for. And one mistake that binds her to the most dangerous man she’s ever met. Freya Taylor was dying when she gave her heart, and nearly her empire, to the man she loved. Betrayed, humiliated, and discarded, she decided to spend what little time she had left tasting freedom… and sin. One reckless night. One paid stranger. One unforgettable surrender leads right into the trap of Atlas Cade. A Cold, powerful, untouchable billionaire who doesn’t chase. When Freya runs, Atlas hunts and when he catches her, he gives her an ultimatum. Three months with him or her father's empire vanishes into thin air.
Lihat lebih banyak~FREYA~He stood before me like he owned the air in the room.Tall. Broad shoulders wrapped in black, sleeves rolled to his forearms like he hadn’t even bothered pretending this was a crime of passion. The lights revealed his face fully now, those amber eyes instantly locked with mine and my chest stuttered painfully.I was right. It was the man from that night. The man I paid and ran from. He's the freaking kidnapper.“What do you think you're doing? I already paid you your money in full, didn't I?” I yelled, struggling against the restraints.After breaking into my room, the asshole had the audacity to knock me out and cuff me to a bed I didn't recognize.His cold eyes dragged over me slowly, taking in the restraints, the fear I couldn’t fully hide, the tremor in my hands.“You paid for one night,” he said calmly. “You didn’t pay to disappear.”I laughed, brittle and shaking. “Are you insane? Untie me right now or I swear…”“Or what?” he interrupted softly, stepping closer. “You’ll
~FREYA~The sunlight was the first thing that hit my face the next day. I let out a small wince as a splitting headache flowed almost immediately. I tried to sit up and that was when I felt the strong arm wrapped around me.The minute my eyes connected with those messy strands of black hair falling all over his gorgeous face, my mind exploded with memories.My lips parted slightly as my pulse kicked up. God, I remembered more than I wanted to.The way his voice had dropped to a low, sinful murmur that felt like fingertips trailing down my spine. The way his breath had brushed my neck, slow and deliberate, making my entire body arch instinctively even though I couldn’t feel my legs.The rough warmth of his palm sliding over my waist, holding me as if I wasn’t fragile at all, as if he wanted every inch of me, broken parts and all.I remembered the way he kissed me so deep and consuming. The kind of kiss that made me forget Edward, my wheelchair, my heartbreak, my name. A kiss that made
~FREYA~“Cheers!” I squealed, lifting my seven shot glass in the air. About five more glasses clicked with mine and I downed the alcohol in one gulp.I was surrounded by five male stripers, drinking away my sorrows and laughing like a maniac. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so normal.I was always cooped up at home with servants handling everything. Edward practically convinced me to hide away from the world, because he didn't want me to be “bullied.” How stupid I was!Halfway through my little drinking marathons, my body stiffened with goosebumps racing down my skin.The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Someone was watching me. Not glancing. Not noticing. But watching. Intensely.A slow, heavy kind of stare… the kind that crawled over your skin like a heated breath.I lowered my shot glass, blinking as the room tilted slightly from my seventh drink. The stripers were still dancing around me, laughing, flexing, touching, yet none of them were the reason my heart suddenly th
~FREYA~“Are you sure about this, Miss Taylor? Leaving everything to Mr. Grant when you’re not even married is…” Attorney Williams hesitated, as if finding the least offensive word to use.“I know what you’re trying to say,” I cut in gently. “But I’m dying, Will. The doctors don’t think I’ll make it to twenty-four. Since my parents died, Edward has been my strength. He doesn’t pity me. He loves me. How could I not repay him?”Will rubbed his forehead, clearly stressed. “Freya, you’re talking about a hundred and sixty billion. He’s practically a stranger to your family.”“If I could give him the world, I would,” I whispered. “And I want to give him a child too. I’ve spoken to doctors about finding a surrogate.”His eyes widened. “Freya, you need to slow down. You’re making too many rash decisions…”“I don’t have time, Will,” I snapped. “Seven months. That’s all I have. I just want to make sure Edward and our child, if I’m lucky, are provided for.”“But he hasn’t even proposed! What if






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