Isla Carter’s perfect life shattered the day she found her husband in bed with her best friend. Humiliated and discarded, she watched them marry just a month after her divorce, the world calling it true love while she was labeled a gold digger. Broken and betrayed, Isla vowed to rebuild her life—until Damien Blackwood walked in with a proposal she couldn’t refuse. Marry me. Help me destroy them. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Damien isn’t offering love—he’s offering revenge. Isla knows she should say no. But when revenge is on the table, how could she resist? What begins as a game of vengeance soon becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and betrayal. Lines blur, feelings deepen, and just when Isla thinks she’s finally won—she loses everything all over again. Three years later, Isla returns, armed with a secret that will change everything. This time, the war isn’t just about revenge. It’s about who really owns her heart.
View MoreJFK Airport was the picture of busy as usual this afternoon, particularly around the arrivals terminal.Multiple suitcases were humming and rolling across the floor as families reunited with noisy hugs.And in the midst of this was the waiting figure of Caden.He had just stepped out from the terminal drop-off, with one of his hands in his pocket, while the other one was shielding his eyes from a passing flare of sunlight. His gaze sweeping and scanning through the crowd patientlyNone of them so far was the image of whom he had come to find…the mysterious figure, that one-in-a-million face,“Tiana Lewis”The name was playing again in his head like a low note.The lady from the club. That same one who had just vanished like smoke and reappeared days later in Isla’s boutique smiling like it was some sort of late-night show.And now, he hadn't planned this meeting. Even though he might have absently wished for such, that was by the way.He was still trying to understand Isla’s odd ch
Isla was in her boutique on this sunny afternoon, sitting with one of her hands lying flat on the table while the other one held on to her phone tightly, her right thumb tapping against the screen at five-second intervals. Her attention kept switching between the extra-large wall clock and the glow of her phone’s screen. The time was 12:43pm. Tiara’s flight would be landing in just about thirty minutes or so. Isla was actually meant to be on her way to JFK airport by now, waiting at Arrivals to receive Tiara, who has been out of the city for a few days now. But instead her focus had been snatched by something else. Her eyes dropped to the screen for the upteenth time. “The tracker was still moving.” That was the problem… the source of her distraction. “It was the tracker.” The same one she had secretly fitted onto Isabella's belongings, just enough to ping movement when needed. Nearly fifteen minutes ago, she noticed it had started to move. After being dormant for so lo
“You always make that face when you lose.” Isla teased her husband in that honey-laced tone she always used at this time of the night with him. Damien gave a dry snort before retorting with, “Oh yeah…just because I let you win.” And right after that, they both burst out laughing. The couple were in their bedroom. Their bodies lay entwined under the covers, their bare skin brushing, hearts relaxed, and conversation drifting as they talked and joked about everything without stopping. Then, suddenly, a vibration from Damien’s phone on the bedside table interrupted the intimate moment. Their voices faded, while Damien’s expression soon twisted into an irritated frown, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth. Isla blinked slowly, her lashes feeling a little heavy with sleep now. The phone went quiet and then started to ring again. Damien let out a low grunt, dragging a palm over his face. “Ugh,” he muttered. Isla gave a sleepy chuckle and yawned before adding, “What if it’s i
It was a comfortable evening and the two friends, Damien and Collins were making the most of it in one of the secluded booths of the Veridian Lounge. An upscale clubhouse built into the floor of a luxury high-rise in Midtown. The lighting was low and warm, as waiters moved around like shadows, their attitude smooth and discreet.Collins reached across the table to twist open a premium bottle of whiskey. He poured for Damien first, then for himself, before leaning back with a satisfied smirk.After then, he passed Damien his glass, and just as his friend took it, Collins gave him a more proper look, raising his brows in playful suspicion as he remarked jocularly,“Man, you’re glowing,” He was also gesturing lazily with his free hand.Damien let out a small, dry laugh, brushing the compliment away like a leaf off his shoulder with one hand.But Collins refused to give up.“I’ll say your wife is feeding you well. Honestly. Look at those panda cheeks you've got there.”This time
It was just a couple of minutes after sunset, and the light of the day had started to dim.Behind the closed door of one of the guest rooms in Damien’s mansion, Isabella was standing with legs apart.She had timed this moment carefully. She had been making quiet observations in the past few days, and now, she could confidently say that it would take at least an hour before Isla and Damien would start coming home.But that does not mean that she did not have to hurry.She needed to act fast and strike now.Because the desperation now wasn’t just a feeling; it was a fire under her skin. She needed a job.She needed her life back.And none of it would exist unless she completed the one mission she came here for.Failing that mission would mean losing Damien. And losing Damien would mean losing everything.It would be the ultimate disaster, and she could not just fold her hands and let that happen.With a careful breath, Isabella turned the handle and stepped out into the hallway.As e
It was 11am in the morning, and Isla was in her boutique, sitting at the far corner of her custom office desk, her right finger turning the edge of one of her folders.Her eyes were moving sharply across the numbers on the page. She wasn’t just reviewing; she was correcting errors with light notes in the margins. There was focus in her expression, but also a guarded sense of calmness.Just about three minutes into her work, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted her concentration.It was quite impromptu, yet she didn’t jump nor flinch too much.Her hand lifted with instinct from the edge of the paper.She already knew who it was.In the same manner, she started to pick up her phone slowly, tapping the screen twice to display the forwarded message.And just like she expected, the sender was that same anonymous email address…the one that had reached out three days ago. As well as a few days before that:“Grandmother Hayes”Today, the message from the old matriarch was only nine w
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