MasukHe betrayed me with my own stepsister. Big mistake. I thought my marriage to James was my forever—a sacred vow built on love and loyalty—until I caught him tangled in our sheets with Mel, the woman I once trusted most. That betrayal shattered my world into a thousand jagged pieces and left me gasping for breath. Broken, humiliated, and cast out, I clung to the only thing left: the secret of a tiny life growing inside me, a miracle after years of heartache. Then Silas Truman, a powerful billionaire, stepped into my shattered world with an offer I couldn’t refuse—a marriage contract promising strength, security, and a chance to rebuild from the ashes. Desperate, I took it. Three years later, I returned not the broken girl I was, but a woman who commands an empire. But life’s cruel twist struck again when Silas lost his memory in an accident, erasing everything we built together. Now, with his empire in my hands, I face James’s shadow and a choice I never expected—between the past that almost destroyed me and a future I never saw coming. The question is, which path will I choose when everything hangs in the balance?
Lihat lebih banyak(Elara's POV)James’s voice cut through the trailer like a sharp blade scraping bare skin. “Elara. What are you doing here?”His tone was harsh, filled with shock and anger.He took a step forward, the sound of his polished shoes echoing on the worn floor. His eyes locked onto mine, wide and searching as if trying to see every hidden piece of meHis jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck twitching slightly. “I never expected to find you in a place like this. Why are you here? What are you doing with all this?”My fingers clenched the pen so tightly the plastic dug into my skin, and sharp pain shooting up my wrist. The ink spilled from the tip, blotting a dark, messy patch across the final page of the contract, right on the signature line.My heart hammered wildly in my chest, each beat thudding harder than the last.James took another step closer, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made the air thick and hard to breathe.He
(Elara's POV) Silas stared straight ahead, his posture rigid as if he were sitting in a boardroom facing hostile shareholders rather than a doctor delivering a death sentence. His fingers rested on his thighs, unmoving. His knuckles slightly pale under the harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead. He just said, his voice flat and controlled as a perfectly balanced spreadsheet, “What’s the treatment plan?” Dr. Reyes adjusted his glasses and took out a chart from the folder. It was covered in lines and graphs drawn in blue ink. “Chemotherapy starts on Monday. We will give the full aggressive treatment. With this, you can expect about one year of good quality life. If the tumors don’t respond to the treatment, it could be ten months or less.” My stomach twisted and dropped like I was falling into a deep, dark pit. The words hung in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore. They wrapped tightly around my throat, making ever
(Elara's POV) “Jane” My voice came out small, cracked, like a child calling into the dark for someone who wasn’t coming back. Nothing answered. Only the low hum of the old fridge in the kitchen, buzzing like a trapped bee. I shifted Nora higher on my hip, her unicorn backpack bumping my side with every step, and fished my phone from my pocket with one trembling hand. My thumb hovered over Jane’s name in the contacts, the screen glowing too bright in the dim room. I pressed call. It rang once..twice…three times, and each tone stretching longer than the last. Then her voice filled the silence, bright and laughing like nothing was wrong: “Hey, it’s Jane! Leave a message” The beep cut in sharp. “Jane, it’s Elara. Call me. Please.” My words rushed out, tangled and desperate. My palms went slick with sweat, the phone slipping in my grip, as I tried a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth—ea
(Elara's POV) ~~2years later~~ She looked at me with her big, worried eyes, and I could feel the tightness in her little chest. “Mommy, why do we have to leave our big house with the swing on the tree?” Her voice was just above a whisper, trembling like a leaf caught in a soft wind. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, hold her close until the sadness faded, but all I could do was watch her, feeling how much she needed answers. The house we were leaving was more than just walls and roofs. It was a grand mansion fit for a queen, with marble floors that shone under the sparkling chandeliers. The backyard spread out wide and green, like a private park just for us. That old tree with the swing hanging from its thick branch was where she had found so much joy, where she would spend hours pushing herself higher, laughing with the breeze. That spot had been her whole world, a place where she felt sa
(Elara's POV)The gala ballroom glittered like a diamond mine, crystal chandeliers dripping light onto marble floors polished to a mirror shine, champagne flutes clinking like wind chimes in a storm. The air was thick with perfume and money, the kind of scent that clung to silk gowns and tuxedo lapels. Silas’s hand was warm around mine, his grip firm, thumb brushing my knuckles in slow, deliberate circles that sent unwelcome sparks racing up my arm and settling low in my belly. We moved through the crowd like actors on a carefully lit stage: smiles plastered wide, shoulders brushing with every step.Every flash of a camera felt like a stab to the ribs, every whispered “Mrs. Truman” a lie I had to swallow whole, the words bitter on my tongue.“Relax,” he murmured, lips barely moving behind his perfect smile, eyes scanning the room like a hawk. “You’re stiff as a board. They’ll smell the fear.”I forced my shoulders down
(Elara's POV)I curled into the corner of Jane’s sagging couch, my knees hugged to my chest. The prenatal vitamins rattling in my pocket like loose change in a beggar’s cup. My cheek still stung where Claudia’s spit had dried, a crusty reminder that no shower could wash away. I pressed a trembling palm to my belly, feeling the ghost of a flutter that wasn’t there yet, whispering, “Everything will be alright.”Jane kicked the door shut behind her, her arms loaded with grocery bags that clinked with cheap wine and instant noodles. She gently traced her thumbs along the tear stains under my eyes, smearing the dark streaks of mascara. “El, are you okay?”The weight of what I was about to say pressed down on me. “I… I met someone,” I started, voice trembling like brittle ice. “At the bar. The night I left the penthouse.”I paused, feeling my heart slam painfully against my ribs. With trembling hands, I reached into my pocket and pull


















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