LOGINBelle Madrigal was forced into a contract marriage with the enigmatic and powerful Alistair Kensington, heir to Kensington Enterprises, to save her childhood home. The catch? Alistair was in a deep coma when the contract was signed. His ruthless father, Alexander Kensington, orchestrated the marriage to maintain control over the family empire. But when Alistair unexpectedly wakes up, the nightmare begins. Enraged by the forced marriage, he vows to punish Belle for what he believes is a scheme to trap him. His threats turn cruel when he swears that if they ever had children, he would erase their existence from the world. Four years later, Belle has rebuilt her life in France, raising her genius fraternal twins, Theodore and Rosalie, away from the man who once threatened them. But fate is cruel. A single hacked message from her tech-savvy son to a live TV broadcast sends a challenge to Alistair: "Come and get me, asshole." Now, with the past clawing its way back, Belle must fight to protect her children from the dangerous, brooding billionaire who is determined to reclaim what he unknowingly lost.
View More"It's done," she said softly, her eyes on the building that was falling apart. "The empire he built is now in ruins." Theodore's jaw tightened. His dark gaze never left the inferno. "Not all of it." Some snakes always withstand fire.” Belle's fingers gripped his sleeve tightly. "You sound like your dad." Alistair turned, his voice rough yet steady. "He's right." A win doesn't mean peace. The next battle is on hold. Theodore gazed at him with a mix of respect and anger on his face. "Then we'll be all set. We have shown it. Alistair looked at his son, and his lips twitched with pride. "You sound like a Kensington now." Belle let out a breath and shivered a little as the sirens got louder in the distance. "Then may God give us one night to catch our breath. "Just one." The family grew silent as they watched sparks float up into the sky like stars that were dying. Their empire had made it through the night, but it had cost them a lot. Alistair moved and took a handkerchief out of
The morning's front papers all carried the same headline: Michael Richards is missing. Alistair's cane hit the marble floor of Kensington Tower's strategy room in a furious beat. Around him, businessmen muttered in fear, and their shiny shoes squeaked like scared kids. "He didn't just disappear," Theodore said quietly, his gaze glued to the news broadcast. "He brought his whole guard with him. "Mercenaries and ex-military people are trained killers." Belle, who was pale but had piercing eyes, put down the newspaper. "Men like Michael don't run." They get ready. He's getting the pitch ready. Gabrielle's voice was gentle yet had an edge to it. "So we get him out of the way before he buries us alive." Alistair leaned on the table and let out a deep roar. "And when he comes back up, I'll break him myself." A courier raced in, out of breath, holding a black packet sealed with red wax. "Sir... It's for you. Alistair ripped it open. The note inside was short and penned in Michael's us
"They no longer wait for kings." Alistair's voice reached his son's ear. They want one now. Belle's hand was lightly resting on Theodore's arm. "They don't need crowns; they need truth." If you talk, they'll see you. Theodore took a deep breath and looked around at the busy crowd. "What if I mess up?" Belle's lips curled, not very much but with a lot of force. "Then you lose your honesty. They'll let that go. They won't pardon quiet. The door behind them opened with a hiss. A rush of advisors pushed forward, their voices sounding like buzzing flies. "Mr. Kensington, the stage is set. The microphones are on. "The crowd is getting impatient." Theodore's jaw got tight. "I never asked for this stage," he mumbled to himself. Alistair hit the marble tile with his cane hard enough to break it. "No man ever asks." He grabs it, or he gets crushed by it. The bodyguards pushed aside protesters who were rushing towards the barricades to make a path. People reached out and tried to grab him
"Stop pretending. He hit the floor with the cane. I want a vote of no confidence. People who are devoted to Michael Richards must quit right away. Gasping sounds echoed through the room. Suits moved around uncomfortably, and pens scratched nervously on legal pads. A round man with slicked hair jumped to his feet. "This is crazy! Richards has a lot of shares. "Shares bought with poison," Alistair said angrily. His voice was like thunder, and it scared the younger guys who had thought he was weak. Theodore's jaw tensed as he looked around the table. "Then show us we're wrong. Stand by what you've done. Or sit down. Another director stood next to the previous one. He was tall and thin, and his long fingers were wrapped around a leather bag. His eyes moved quickly to the exits, like a rat in a corner. Belle's eyes narrowed. "What's in that box?" The thin man laughed. "Nothing you need to see." Alistair's cane looked like a sword pointing at him. "Then let it out. Let's all make a
"Do you know why I brought you up here?" Alistair's voice was low yet steady. "To show me the empire?" Theodore asked, his eyes moving quickly from the skyscrapers to the streets. Alistair shook his head. "No." To show you how to get over your fear. You can see the city from here, and you can tel
"File these immediately," she ordered, her voice sharp enough to cut. Her assistant nodded and ran out of the office. The quiet that came after that was heavy on her chest. A wave of nausea erupted and clawed at her throat. She leaned on the chair and tightened her lips. She couldn't let anyone se
Men and women in tailored suits shuffled in their leather chairs, their whispers resembling restless snakes. Alistair sat at the head of the table like a king, with silver hair that glowed in the fluorescent light. Michael Richards stood across from him, looking good in a charcoal suit. His voice
"You've always wanted more than scraps, my daughter," he added, his voice soft and hard at the same time. "I can offer you the throne that Alistair guards so closely. A lot of money. "Power that bends nations." Her throat got constricted. "How much?" Michael got up and moved with careful ease. Hi
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