LOGIN*** What would you do if you were adopted by one of the wealthiest and most prestigious families in New York City, only to be treated like garbage for ten years just because you’re diagnosed with dyslexia? What would you do if on the third anniversary of your marriage, you find out that your dearly beloved husband is not only cheating on you with your spoiled, bratty adopted sister, but he also asks her to marry him behind your back? In Astrid’s case, she’s furious and heartbroken. All she wants is revenge. So she accepts a stranger’s invitation to a sex club and ends up enjoying a rough, passionate night with Silvan Rourke, the ruthless demon king of Wall Street… and her step brother. When Astrid finds out that she’s the heir to a winery company worth millions of dollars, she flees New York City but makes a grand return five years later to exact her revenge on the Montessori family for the years of abuse she suffered in their home. This time, she’s not alone. Astrid returns with little twin girls — the results of her passionate night with Silvan. But there’s a problem. The girls bear a striking resemblance to Silvan Rourke and the grumpy billionaire is starting to suspect that they might be his. Ultimately, Astrid has two missions: she must exact her revenge on the Montessori family and also prevent Silvan from finding out that Zoey and Zahra are his children. Will she succeed, or will forbidden chemistry spark between the step-siblings once again? Only one way to find out!!
View MoreTHREE MONTHS LATER… “Mommy, you’re so pweedy!!” Zara squeals for the umpteenth time tonight. “You look like a princess!” And just like all the previous times she’s said it, my cheeks flush and my heart dances with happiness. “Thank you so much, baby.” I scoop her into my arms and give us a little twirl, my grin widening at the sound of her high-pitched laughter. It’s been three months since my father-in-law tried to kill me. Three months since I was pronounced clinically dead. Three months since I slipped into darkness with no hope of ever waking up. If anyone had told me three months ago that I’d be alive today, laughing and playing with my daughters, surrounded by my family, I would never have believed them. Zeya, Gemini and Michael made sure to fill me in on everything that happened while I was unconscious. Till this day, I’m still moved to tears whenever anyone reminds me of how hard Silvan fought to get justice for me and so many other unfortunate victims of Henry’s madnes
SILVAN“Sir, she fell asleep while waiting for you.” Michael says when I walk into the hospital.I hurry past him, my nerves alert and tingling with anticipation. I left earlier to handle some urgent business with Lachlan Montclair. And also to give Astrid’s family enough time and space to be with her before I returned.I want her all to myself. Thankfully, her ward is empty when I walk in.I shut the door quietly and tip toe to her bed. My heart pounds wildly as I brush my fingers against her smooth skin. My face splits in a wide grin when I notice that most of the machines and tubes from earlier are gone. My wife is breathing fine, without the aid of a tube. Her heart is beating without some machine urging her on.She’s back. My angel baby really came back to me.What more could I ever ask for? I brush kisses across her forehead, my heart fluttering when I inhale her familiar strawberry scent. Someone gave her a bath when I was away.When I finally lean back, her eyes are wide
ASTRIDWhen I open my eyes the second time, the most beautiful sight in the world greets me. My family. My head hurts like hell. My limbs feel like they’re made out of lead. My eyes are heavy and gritty, and I’m tired to the bone. But it takes a chorus of two tiny, melodious voices to chase every last bit of my exhaustion out the window.“Mommy!!!” Zara squeals.“Everyone, look! My mommy is awake!” Zoey’s animated voice pierces the air.Before I can fully process what is going on, the room buzzes with whispers of excitement and Zara bursts into tears.“I want to give mommy a hug.” She sobs. “Please let me hug my mommy.”Someone helps me sit up with an arm around my waist. Hayley. I blink rapidly, taking in the small crowd gathered around my bed. Everyone is here — all my uncles, aunts and cousins, my babies, aunt Elena, Hayley, Michael, Zeya and Gemini.They’re all here… except for one person. Where is Silvan? Where’s my husband?“Mommy, mommy! We missed you.”Despite my confusi
SILVAN“Congratulations, Mr. Rourke. The surgery was successful. Your wife is out of danger!”I heard those words ten minutes ago, but it still echoes in my brain over and over again. My heart dissolved in relief. My legs gave way. I collapsed to the floor and just sat there, staring into space for five freaking minutes.Right now, I’m in the hospital, and the air that was once steeped in tension is buzzing with joy. After the barrage of tears and jubilation, we were finally allowed to see the patient. She’s not awake yet, but I’m content to just sit by her side and stare at her in awe while physically trying to hold myself back from covering her face in another round of kisses.My heart is filled with so much joy, I could explode.“Thank you, baby.” I whisper, kissing fingers, “thank you for coming back to me.”***ASTRIDMy eyes flutter open and all I register is the stinging brightness of my surroundings. I blink rapidly, trying to protect my already teary eyes.Where the hell a
SILVANTHE NEXT DAY (AUCTION DAY)The night flew by in a haze of planning and plotting. I thought I could make it in time to see Astrid before her surgery, but between organizing Vincent’s men and plotting our entrance into the North club, I’ve hardly had the time to savour a deep breath.The only
SILVAN“Henry is in prison as we speak. Is this the end? Are you just gonna let him enjoy his time in jail?” “Of course not,” I say to Michael as I climb into the car. “Henry’s torture begins tonight. I have a wonderful schedule mapped out for him and men in standby to do the job. I’ll take over o
SILVANThe North Club is undoubtedly the most high end, exclusive club in the city. Owned by the North Dynasty, the wealthiest family in New York, the club only caters to the top one percent of the city and its environs. Within the spacious, gated villa, I count three water fountains in the shape
SILVANHenry freezes in his chair, his fingers balling into fists, his jaw slack with a mixture of shock, disappointment and fury.I wait patiently, knowing fully well that there’s no way in hell that Henry would ever be able to compete with one hundred billion dollars. Unless he decides to go into












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