LOGINThree years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira’s heart isn’t something she’s willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who’s already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?
View MoreThe morning light filtered softly through the hospital blinds, casting gentle stripes across the sterile white walls of the ICU room. The machines continued their steady rhythm—beep, hiss, beep, a mechanical lullaby that had become the soundtrack of Lord Blackwood's existence for the past several days.Mrs. Blackwood sat in her usual chair beside the bed, a cup of lukewarm tea clutched in her hands. She'd been there since five in the morning, unable to sleep at home, drawn back to her husband's side by an invisible thread of hope and fear.She stared at his face, memorizing every line, every shadow. His breathing was so shallow that sometimes she had to lean close just to confirm he was still alive."Please," she whispered for the thousandth time. "Please wake up. Please come back to me."As if responding to her plea, Lord Blackwood's fingers twitched.Mrs. Blackwood's breath caught. She leaned forward, setting down her tea so quickly it sloshed over the rim."Darling?" Her voice was
The night was quiet in Serena's bedroom. The only sound came from the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional rustle of fabric as she moved around the room.The curtains were drawn, blocking out the glow of the city lights. A single lamp on her nightstand cast a warm but eerie glow across the space. On her bed lay several items, carefully selected and arranged like tools for a surgeon preparing for an operation.Serena stood before her full-length mirror, studying her reflection with cold, calculating eyes. She wore all black—a fitted turtleneck, slim pants, and flat shoes. Nothing flashy. Nothing memorable. The kind of outfit that would blend into shadows, that cameras would struggle to capture clearly.Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. No jewelry. No makeup. She looked nothing like the glamorous society wife she usually presented to the world.She looked like someone preparing for war.Satisfied with her appearance, Serena turned to her bed and picked
The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows of the Harrington mansion study. The barrister sat slumped in his leather chair, staring blankly at the wall across from him. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes like bruises. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie loosened and hanging askew around his neck.He hadn't slept properly in days.Every creak of the house made him jump. Every car that passed on the street made his heart race. Every phone notification sent a spike of fear through his chest.But nothing had come.No messages. No calls. No more photographs.Three days of silence.Maybe—just maybe, Serena had given up. Maybe she'd moved on to some other scheme. Maybe the photographs had just been a warning, and now that he'd been sufficiently terrified, she was satisfied.He wanted to believe that.God, how badly he wanted to believe that.The barrister rubbed his face with both hands, feeling the rough stubble that had grown from days of not shaving. He looked at the desk in fron
The morning arrived with a vengeance. Lira's eyes snapped open as her stomach churned violently. The nausea hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. She threw off the covers and bolted toward the bathroom, her hand pressed against her mouth.She barely made it to the toilet before her stomach emptied itself. The retching was violent, her body shaking with each wave. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the force of it.Behind her, she heard movement. Damian appeared in the doorway within seconds, his hair disheveled from sleep, concern etched across his face."Lira," he said softly, kneeling beside her.She couldn't respond. Another wave hit her.Damian gathered her hair gently in his hands, holding it back from her face. His other hand rubbed small circles on her back, offering what comfort he could."I've got you," he murmured. "Just breathe. It's going to pass."When the nausea finally subsided, Lira slumped against the cool bathroom tile, exhausted. Her whole body f

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