Mag-log inSix years ago, I signed a contract that cost me everything. I lost my mother and I lost my child. And when the deal ended, Killian Ashford—the man I married for decided I was the villain who betrayed him. I still hate him for that blindness, he couldn't see the truth. He was grieving his grandmother and i was greiveng the child i would never hold. Now, I was back, forced into a cruel collaboration with Killian's company and to op it all off, the insane mana that was Killian moved into the appartment next to mine in the penthouse, and the hatred between us is thick, constantly boiling over into reckless, desperate hookups. The worst part? I still loved him, and his constant attempts to get me back is the one thing that threatens my control. The stakes are higher than he knows, though. The day i married him i saw the truth and the truth: the real monster who destroyed our lives was Killian's childhood best friend, Tanya. But Killian doesn't see it. He can't, he never could. Tanya is his loyal friend, his rock. My fight wasn't just against Tanya; it's against the man who hated me but still wanted me but would never See Tanya as what she truly was and i had no intention of Letting Tanya screw with me. I'm didnt return for revenge, but I'll do whatever it takes to expose the Tanya and survive my crazy Ex-Husband. The question is, could I save Killian from his best friend before his love destroys me?
view moreKILLIAN One Year LaterA year ago, I was rushing to the hospital, terrified I’d lose the woman I loved. Today, I rush home every single day, terrified I’ll miss the sacred 6:00 PM Bathtime Window.It’s been one year since Leo and Clara arrived and turned our beautifully organized mansion into a toy-strewn, happy mess. And I wouldn't change a second of it.The biggest difference? My mother isn't running the company anymore; she's running the house. She’s officially the full-time grandmother, obsessed with organic baby food and tracking every new word Leo or Clara says. Auntie Vera is practically living here; my mother finally just told her to move into the west wing because she was spending every evening on the floor with the kids anyway. And Auntie Elara is the best, constantly bringing in new, soft things and smelling faintly of baby powder and love.Life is pure chaos, but it’s the best chaos. It's the sound of genuine happiness echoing through these high ceilings.I woke up at 6:3
The Executive Prenatal Committee was my fortress. Amelia, the matriarch, was teaching me the quiet strength of family legacy, ensuring no one would ever question this baby’s place. Elara, the sweetheart, was proof that innocence and loyalty could overcome the darkest manipulation. And Vera, my best friend, was running logistics like a black ops mission, ensuring every decision was medically sound and legally bulletproof.I wasn’t just married to Killian; I was anchored to a family that finally understood and loved me without conditions. The pain of the past was being steadily replaced by this overwhelming, sometimes smothering, love."And you," I murmured, my voice dropping. "You're the center of all of it. You walked through the fire with me. You didn't run when you found out the truth. You just held me and told me we were doing this together."He shifted, lifting himself up to meet my gaze, his own eyes serious and deeply loving."There was nowhere else to go, Nova," he admitted, hi
Six Months LaterIf you had asked me six months ago when I was bleeding out on a marble floor what I wanted most, I would have said a quiet life with Nova. Now, six months later, I’ve fully recovered from the stabbing, and I’m back at Ashford Global, happily fighting off vulture investors and managing multibillion-dollar deals. Why? Because the corporate war zone is infinitely calmer than my own house.Nova is six months pregnant, glowing, and running the most successful arm of Meridian Capital right from our library. She’s brilliant, radiant, and utterly ruthless when it comes to delegating her prenatal needs.The problem isn't Nova; the problem is the self-made prenatal committee she leads: my mother, my sister, and Vera.My quiet life has been completely replaced by an intense, multi-front theatrical performance aimed at ensuring Nova's absolute safety and comfort. They call it "protecting the asset." I call it "Killian’s Descent into Madness."The first thing that drives me crazy
I smiled. Arnold Green, the head of Meridian Capital, wasn't just my mentor; he was a giant in our industry. Having him here wasn't just a kind gesture; it was a strategic flex. It showed that the head of the firm so diligently stood with me, personally vouching for my integrity and my return to the Ashford fold—a huge message against any whispers Tanya might have left behind."That's perfect," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude. "He saw my value when."The procession down the sweeping staircase was the quietest, most emotionally resonant walk of my life. Killian stood waiting by the altar, still pale, but devastatingly handsome in his suit. His eyes, fixed entirely on me, were full of genuine love and profound relief, wiping away the memory of every cold look from our contract years.Amelia stood nearby, her tears quiet but present, a mother finally witnessing the correct future.Arnold stood near the back, his presence a quiet anchor of corporate stability. When our eyes met,
I sat back, watching my best friend and my mother-in-law, two women who should have hated each other, immediately team up to plan my legally required shotgun wedding. It was insane, intense, and utterly perfect. I was safe, loved, and about to be married by executive fiat.KillianI spent three day
After the checkup, Amelia dismissed the doctor with a sincere thank you and a firm instruction to Elara to handle the paperwork discreetly. Then, she sat beside me on the bed, holding my hand gently."Nova, listen to me," she said, her tone soft but completely committed. "I was a fool. I let my pri
TanyaThe air in the holding cell was dead, stale, and cold. After that pathetic lawyer left, the silence was worse than the yelling. He’d gone, leaving me alone with the one, single, horrific truth I couldn't outrun: Killian filed the documents himself.I stumbled backward until I hit the cold, co
I felt a slight, agonizing shift in his body as he struggled against the pain to move.Then, despite the tubes and the wires, he wrapped his one free arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his uninjured side, pressing my face into the sterile hospital sheet. His grip was surprisingly firm, pr






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