Masuk“I searched for you everywhere, Marissa. I hired the best investigators. I realized too late that I needed you in my life. And now that you are here, I cannot let you go.” His voice was weak. His eyes were desperate. And the desperation only made me feel more satisfied than I had in years. I could walk away and let Tristan’s perfect world fall apart. Or I could stay. Crush the empire my sweat was built on, watch Tristan wallow in pain as his world crumbles. I could become the queen of the game he started ten years ago. ********** Marissa, a plus sized lady, was once the talented designer whose creativity turned her husband’s company into a success. Tristan hid her because he was ashamed of her size, stole her work, and even named her designs after his lover. That same night, she lost her pregnancy. Now, ten years later, the empire he built was sinking. But Marissa? She returned stronger, more beautiful, and fearless. When the man who broke her begins to beg, will Marissa forgive him or turn the game to her playground where Tristan will face the worst kind of pain than she ever did?
Lihat lebih banyakMARISSAThe morning sun glinted off the glass facade of Vance Fashion House, a building that had once been my sanctuary and was now a monument to a collapsing dynasty. I stepped through the revolving doors, my heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic tempo against the polished marble floor.The lobby, usually a hive of hurried assistants and arrogant executives, went deathly still. Sunglasses on, my expression unreadable, I walked through the center of the hall. The whispers followed me like a wake—shocks of "Is that her?" and "How does she have the nerve?"—but I ignored them. I wasn't here to play the villain or the victim. I was here to offer a ceasefire for the sake of the boy drawing blue castles at home.I was halfway to the elevators when a sharp, familiar voice cut through the hum."You have a lot of nerve showing your face here."I stopped and turned slowly. Tina was standing by the reception desk, her face a mask of pale fury. She looked frayed, her expensive silk dress slightly wrin
MARISSAThe living room of the estate was bathed in a soft, buttery afternoon light, the kind of stillness that felt almost sacred. Sebastian was splayed out on the plush rug, his tongue poking out in concentration as he dragged a bright blue crayon across a sheet of paper. The only sound was the rhythmic scratching of the wax and the occasional hum of a melody he’d picked up from Sister Serafina."Look, Mommy! It's the big house," he chirped, lifting a drawing that was more blue than anything else."It’s beautiful, Sebastian," I said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.I looked back down at the tablet in my lap, and the warmth vanished. The digital world was screaming.VANCE FASHION HOUSE IN FREEFALL: STOCKS HIT RECORD LOW.SILVER SILK CANCELLED? RETAILERS WITHDRAW PARTNERSHIPS.TRISTAN VANCE: FROM HEIR TO OUTCAST.The headlines were a relentless barrage. The public, fueled by my confession at the press conference, had turned into a mob. Tristan had fired the first shot
MARISSAThe Mother Superior’s voice seemed to echo from miles away, though she was only inches from me. I felt the walls of the small office closing in, the air thick with the ghosts of ten years of stolen time."I need to breathe," I whispered, my hand gripping the edge of the mahogany desk so hard the wood bit into my palm. "Please... Mother, I need a moment outside."She nodded slowly, her eyes brimming with a soft, knowing pity. "Of course, Marissa. Is it okay if I call you that? The courtyard is open. Take all the time you need. The truth is a heavy burden to carry all at once."I didn't wait for another word. I turned and stumbled out of the room, my heels clicking hollowly against the stone floor until I reached the heavy oak doors leading to the courtyard. Dante followed me, his presence a silent, tethering weight.The night air was cool and crisp, a sharp contrast to the suffocating warmth of the office. The courtyard was a square of relative peace, overgrown with ivy and cen
MARISSAThe Mother Superior leaned forward, the shadows of the office deepening in the creases of her face. "The woman who brought him here... she wasn't just a nurse. She was the daughter of a family with enough money to buy silence, but not enough to buy peace."She took a slow breath, her gaze heavy on mine. "She confessed the truth years later, on her deathbed. She had been desperate for a child. She went to the same high-end fertility clinic you used—the one owned by her family. When she finally became pregnant, she was overjoyed. But then, she miscarried. Then an emergency protocol was initiated to rectify that.” “What protocol is that?," I whispered, the word feeling like a jagged stone in my throat, even though I already seemed to have an idea of what it was. "It wasn’t just random activity, Miss Walters. They separated two souls from each other" the Mother Superior corrected.“ The clinic plotted to implant an embryo from another woman’s cycle into her. They told you the IV
MARISSA“No, Dante,” I whispered, my voice thick with the weight of a decade’s worth of secrets. “There was never another man. Tristan was the only one. He was the only man I ever loved, and the only one I ever let touch me.”The car swerved slightly as Dante’s grip tightened on the wheel, but he d
MARISSAThe silence in the elevator was sudden and suffocating, the only sound being the distant, muffled roar of the press core I had just set on fire. My phone lay on the floor, the screen still glowing with the face of a boy who shouldn't exist."Marissa?" Dante’s hand was on my arm, his grip gr
MARISSAThe vibration against the nightstand was a relentless, mechanical heartbeat, a ghost trying to claw its way back from the dead. I didn't have to look at the screen to know it was Tristan. His name had been lighting up the room for hours, a glowing reminder of the man who had just used the m
MARISSA"THE PREGNANCY PLOT: HOW MARISSA WALTERS TRAPPED THE VANCE HEIR."The headline on The Daily Insider felt like a physical blow to my stomach. I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares.The article






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