LOGIN“I'll give you everything you want in this world, just carry my child.” “What are you saying?” Anastasia asked, lips quivering with shock. “I’m saying, be Mrs. Moretti again, be my wife, and carry my child.” ************************ Anastasia’s perfect life turned out to be a sham after she found her husband cheating on her with his secretary and lost her child. But instead of remorse, her husband blamed her for it and stole her father’s company from her. This filled Anastasia with hate. She promised to make him bleed and pay him back in his own coin, but she had been swindled out of her family’s fortune and could only ask people for help. The only person who offered was her ex–brother-in-law. She knew the only person who could dare go against her ex-husband was his half-brother, so she agreed. But he had only one condition: she had to carry his child, and it had to happen within a year. “We just have to sleep together during your fertile window, and the moment you carry my child, we are done.” That was the agreement, but it wasn’t that simple. As the fire of revenge burned through Anastasia wanting to destroy her ex husband, she found herself burning for her ex-husband’s brother. But she didn’t want that, because behind the man’s cold demeanor lay a secret she couldn’t handle.
View MoreDamienSoft jazz music played through the hidden ceiling speakers, drifting gently across the living room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city lights twinkled like millions of stars against the pitch-black sky.It was late—just past eleven-thirty—but for the first time in months, the heavy weight of the world had lifted from my shoulders. The lake trip had restored the color to Anastasia’s cheeks, the team was on an unprecedented winning streak, and our legal team had successfully blocked the latest round of nuisance filings from Brandon’s remaining bankrupt entities.I stood by the wooden dining table, wearing a crisp dark suit without the tie.Across from me sat Anastasia. She wore a simple, elegant dark silk dress that hugged her frame, her dark hair pinned back on one side, exposing the curve of her neck. Her eyes were bright, reflecting the small flames of the tall candles sitting between us.We were celebrating five years since the night we first met—a quiet, pr
AnastasiaThe dark glass surface of the lake was completely still, reflecting the thick curtain of pine trees and the heavy, grey clouds gathering over the northern hills.It was our final evening at the lake house. The four days had passed like a quiet, beautiful dream, far away from the concrete streets, the flashbulbs of news cameras, and the endless stream of legal papers back in the city. For four days, we hadn't talked about my father’s gambling debt. We hadn't talked about Julian Moretti, the court trials, or the stolen trust agreements. We had eaten lazy meals on the terrace, walked along the dirt paths through the woods, and slept deeply in the quiet dark.I stood in the large kitchen, packing a wooden crate with the leftover fruit, bread, and glass bottles of juice we hadn't finished.Damien walked into the kitchen, his heavy footsteps echoing softly against the clean wooden floorboards. He wore a dark grey sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a pair of casua
DamienThe private helicopter settled gently onto the green grass behind the lake house. The loud spinning sound of the black blades began to slow down, fading into the quiet rustle of the summer trees.I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached across the leather seats to take Anastasia’s hand. Her fingers were warm and relaxed in mine.For the past three weeks, our lives in the city had been constant noise. Lawyers, news cameras, team board meetings, and police reports had filled every single hour. After the situation with her father and the envelope Sasha sent, Anastasia needed a break. She needed to breathe real air, away from concrete buildings, tall towers, and intrusive reporters.I had booked our private lake house estate for four full days. I told my head assistant to cancel all my meetings, turn off my secondary work phone, and hold all team contracts until Monday morning. There were no security guards standing at the doors, no news vans parked at the front gate, and no board membe
AnastasiaWarm morning sunlight streamed through the slight gap in the heavy bedroom curtains.I woke up feeling completely warm and grounded. The heavy, crushing weight that had settled in my chest yesterday—the ghost of my father's old betrayal and the ugly shadow of that yellowed contract—was completely gone. In its place was an intense, quiet peace.I shifted slightly against the mattress, turning my head on the soft pillow.Damien was still asleep beside me. He lay on his back, one heavy, muscular arm stretched out over the covers, his broad chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. In the harsh light of day, he looked less like the ruthless sports mogul the city feared and more like the man who had held me all night, defending my heart from every ghost in my past. His dark hair was messy against the white pillowcases, and the sharp, dominant lines of his jaw were relaxed in sleep.I looked at him for a long moment, my heart swelling with a deep, fierce affection.Yester
Anastasia I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time after signing them.The papers rested limply in my hands while silence swallowed the hospital room whole. My chest still hurt unbearably, but strangely enough, I couldn't cry anymore.It was as though I had exhausted every tear insid
Anastasia “What?” The word barely left my lips.I stared at Rosalie in complete disbelief, my mind struggling to process what I had just heard.You snatched Brandon from me.“What are you talking about?” I asked again, my voice shaking slightly.Rosalie scoffed softly like she found my confusion a
Anastasia Pain was the first thing I felt when my consciousness slowly returned.A sharp, unbearable pain that seemed to spread through every inch of my body.My head throbbed heavily, like someone had split it open, while a dull ache pulsed violently through my stomach.A weak groan escaped my li
Anastasia The two pink lines on the pregnancy test strip stared back at me as I held it with trembling hands.For a moment, I just knelt there, staring at them, unable to breathe properly, afraid that if I blinked too hard they would disappear like an illusion.I was pregnant, I couldn’t believe t
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