Se connecterFive years ago, I was rejected and humiliated in front of countless eyes by Hugo Maximiliano Cassilas. After that, his fans treated me cruelly because of my geeky appearance. To them, I was shameless and completely out of place. But none of that justifies the bullying that left me emotionally scarred and forced me into years of therapy. Now, I’ve returned—transformed, and ready for revenge. Every humiliation I endured, I will repay. And Hugo Maximiliano is the prime target of my most ruthless reckoning. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—my thirst for revenge has trapped me in a marriage… with Hugo himself. Can I carry out my revenge while bound by marriage? Or will I end up falling for Hugo all over again?
Voir plusI sat by the window, letting the city lights fall across my face. Outside, the Parisian sky was still alive with the glitter of night, but inside this room, everything felt suddenly frozen. There was only the ticking of the clock and the steady rhythm of Hugo’s breath, as if mocking the chaos inside my head.I looked at him once more. That man. The one who was supposed to be my enemy, yet had become something I was terrified to lose.How did I end up here?When was the last time I truly knew what I was doing?I thought I was in control of everything, this relationship, these feelings, even his fate. But without realizing it, I was the one caught in the web I had spun myself.I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, trying to retrace my steps. Everything that had happened between us. The soft laughter in the car, the ridiculous things he did just to make me smile, the way he said my name as if it were a prayer he whispered daily. Those moments were simple, yet deadly. Because wit
He stirred slightly in his sleep, murmuring something I couldn’t quite catch. I waited, trying to grasp the word that slipped past his lips.Only one reached me, carried faintly on his breath.My name.For a moment, my heart stopped. He had called me. In his sleep. With a softness that sent tremors through my body.I stood frozen, trying to shake off the strange sensation spreading beneath my skin. He was probably dreaming, I told myself. And yet, his voice had felt so real, so sincere, as if he were truly calling out to me from somewhere deep within him.I moved closer, unable to resist the pull. Standing beside him, I watched his face, now slightly restless. My brows furrowed.“Hugo?” I whispered.He didn’t answer, but the lines on his forehead eased the moment my fingers touched his hand. He grew still again. And I knew, if only for a fleeting second, I was the reason for that calm.It didn’t feel fair. The world was full of injustices, but this one pierced deepest. How could someo
The master bedroom was the final stop of our long tour today.The moment Hugo’s body sank onto the bed, silence settled over the room. He managed only a few murmured replies before falling still, as though every trace of energy had been drained from him.I turned toward him. A small smile found its way to my lips as I saw him already fast asleep, still in the same position he had collapsed in. There was something soothing about the way he slept, as if the world, which had always demanded so much of him, had finally granted him permission to rest.Slowly, I stepped closer, letting the sound of my footsteps dissolve into the softness of the carpet. My eyes couldn’t turn away from his face, worn yet peaceful. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, the kind drawn by long hours and too many thoughts, but also a calmness that somehow reached me too.That face always had a strange way of breaking through my defenses. Even in silence, something within it felt alive, warm, sincere, and qui
“So do I,” he murmured. “But it’s the only one I will never regret.”I took a deep breath, letting the silence fill the space between us. I knew I would always yield to that gaze. I didn’t know how many more times I would lose, but I no longer wanted to resist. I would follow this feeling.The night breeze slipped through the gap in the glass window, carrying the faint scent of roses and damp earth. The garden lights shimmered softly, reflecting on the dewy leaves. I looked at the view for a long while, letting the beauty seep into my chest, then turned to Hugo, who was now sitting closer. His shoulder nearly brushed mine.“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered. “All of this feels too... beautiful. Too vast for me to understand.”Hugo turned, the corner of his lips lifting slightly, though his eyes stayed serious. “You don’t have to understand, Ana. Just feel it. Because what I’ve built here isn’t only walls and a roof, but a feeling.”I laughed softly, nervous. “You sound like a poe
“Forgive me for these past few days, and I hope they won’t steal from the days ahead of us. I was so upset. It disrupted our time together.”My hand rose to gently brush his cheek. My eyes stared blankly, caught by the weight of his last sentence. Was that the real intent all along? To keep Hugo bu
The following morning arrived with a suspicious kind of stillness.The Parisian sky resembled an unfinished oil painting—pale blue, cloudless, as if holding its breath. From behind the sheer linen curtains, sunlight crept gently into the room, casting delicate patterns on the walls and the rumpled
"Do you believe it’s a leak?" I asked Hugo quietly.He shook his head. "A leak can be contained. This… feels more like something’s been injected into the system. Lucas isn’t a hacker. He was a former foundational architect. And someone who knows exactly how I work has given him a way back in."I sa
Hugo glanced sideways at me, as if I were a book he was rereading.I nearly laughed. "So this is a test?""Not a test. Survival training."I let out a breath. The world I lived in now was nothing like the one promised by ordinary marriages. But I never married for a quiet life. I married to rule."






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
commentaires