LOGINWhen Elena defies her controlling father to escape an arranged marriage, she lands straight into the hands of another devil—Rowan Blackwood. Her arrogant, cold-hearted college bully is now a powerful CEO… and her new boss. Desperate and out of options, Elena accepts the job, thinking it’s better than marrying a stranger. But Rowan has other plans. With his twisted rules, cruel smirks, and a sharp memory of their shared past—including the slap—he seems determined to make her life hell. What begins as a tormenting work dynamic takes a darker turn when Rowan presents her with a shocking proposition: a contract marriage. For reasons he refuses to share, he needs a wife—fast. And the only one he trusts to play the role? The woman he can’t stand. Elena. Trapped between her family’s expectations and Rowan’s ruthless games, Elena must decide if playing his fake wife is worth the price of her sanity—or maybe even her heart. But in this war of wills, pride, and passion, nothing stays fake for long. A scorching slow-burn romance where the office is war, the contract is a trap, and love is the most dangerous rule of all.
View MoreElena's POV5 months laterTime has this funny way of healing—slowly, silently, like a wound closing under sunlight.It’s been almost a year and a half since everything fell apart. Now, here I am—standing in a park, sunlight kissing my skin, laughter floating in the air, and the smell of grilled food and blooming grass surrounding us. Life feels… good. Real.Rowan and I didn’t rush this time. We made a promise to start over—to build what we’d destroyed piece by piece, without contracts, without conditions, without fear.We dated first. Like normal people. Coffee dates that turned into walks, walks that turned into late-night drives, and drives that turned into staying over and never wanting to leave.A week later, we made it official again. And now—our wedding is just two weeks away.I can’t believe it sometimes. How far we’ve come. How different it feels now—light, genuine, easy.We’re at our monthly family picnic today, something Rowan and I started after everything settled do
Elena's POVIt’s strange how time can move so slowly and yet steal an entire year from you.A year since Rowan.A year since the divorce papers.A year since I swore I would never look back.And yet—he was everywhere.Sometimes in the flowers that appeared outside my door. Sometimes in the books I found carefully wrapped with no name written on them, but his handwriting was unmistakable—sharp, deliberate, familiar. Sometimes I’d find small things only he would remember: my favourite perfume, a bar of dark chocolate with sea salt, a single lily on my windowsill.I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself I wouldn’t even open the boxes. But I always did.And every time I did, my chest ached like a wound that refused to close.I caught him watching me a few times—once outside a café, another time across the street from my apartment. I’d look up, and there he’d be. Not hiding. Just… there. His eyes on me, not pleading or angry—just quiet. As if protecting me from a distance.I tried to ig
Rowan's POV6 months laterThe city outside the car window moved like a blur. I sat quietly in the back seat, my head resting against the glass as the driver manoeuvred through the New York traffic. I was on my way to a meeting, another meaningless one. I went through the motions every day—work, eat, sleep—but none of it felt real anymore.My mind wandered to her, like it always did.Elena.What was she doing now? Did she still hate me? Did she think of me at all?I shut my eyes and exhaled shakily. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could forget the sound of her voice when she said goodbye. But fate, cruel as ever, had other plans.The car slowed down at a red light. And that’s when I saw her.She was standing on the opposite side of the street, holding a paper bag, her hair tied up, strands falling around her face in the same way I used to tuck behind her ear. My breath caught. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even think.It was her.“Elena…” I whispered, almost afraid that sayi
Rowan's POV2 months later“You look like hell,” Nina said the moment she stepped into my office, her hand resting on her round belly. Her voice carried that soft mix of amusement and concern she’d always had.I didn’t look up from my laptop. “I’m okay.”She sighed, loudly, like she didn’t believe a word of it. “You’ve been saying that for the last two months.”“And it’s been true for the last two months,” I muttered, scrolling through meaningless data on the screen that I wasn’t even processing. My eyes burnt from staring too long, my temples throbbed, and my hands were shaking slightly from too much caffeine and too little sleep.Nina walked closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “You’re not okay, Rowan. Look at you—you’ve lost weight, you’re living off coffee, and Adrian told me you’ve been sleeping in your office some nights.”I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. “Adrian should mind his own business.”“He’s my husband,” she shot back. “He is minding his busin


















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