LOGINHe married her to protect a lie. She married him to buy a chance to save a life. On paper, their marriage was a deal—no love, no promises. But when secrets began to surface—his father’s “accident,” her real last name, the company’s hidden war— they realized neither of them was who they seemed. Betrayal. Desire. A past that refuses to stay buried. He bent down and said softly, “Give me a chance. Let’s start over.”
View MoreHis body was cold as ice, but his mouth burned like fire. Julian kissed her with a force that left no room for refusal — his tongue, hot and wet, pried past her lips in a single breath.The pills she’d just handed him slipped from his hand somewhere; all she could feel was the weight of his arms locking around her waist, pulling her hard against him.For a split second, Violet froze — then her mind went blank.The shock of his kiss sent a shiver racing through her, heat and static running wild beneath her skin.Violet tried to push at his chest, but her hands were trembling, useless.Her breath hitched, stolen again and again, until all she could do was tip her head back, rise on her toes, and let him take control.He kissed her like a man starved — deep, frantic, chasing something only he could feel slipping away. The sound of it filled the room, mixed with the uneven rhythm of their breathing.Not enough. It still wasn’t enough.Julian’s mind was gone — stripped down to heat, hunge
At the doorway, Violet saw Lydia already stepping inside — ignoring the staff, walking straight in as if she owned the place.Violet intercepted her halfway. “I’m sorry, Julian’s asleep. You should talk to him tomorrow.”The moment Lydia saw her, her eyes widened. “You… how—”“How what?” Violet asked evenly.Lydia’s expression tightened, her voice snapping sharp. “I mean I need to speak to Julian right now. It’s urgent. I’ll go to his room myself — don’t get in my way.”“I’m afraid that’s not happening,” Violet said flatly, tone firm as steel.“YOU—” Lydia’s face twisted with anger. “If this gets delayed, can you handle the consequences?”“Then tell me what it’s about,” Violet replied coolly.Lydia scoffed. “PLEASE. You don’t even know half of what’s going on. Julian told me himself he doesn’t tell you everything. So you’ve got no right to stick your nose in.”Violet froze for half a second, then smiled faintly. “If you think I’m unqualified, then call his assistant. If it’s really ur
Every second dragged like an eternity.Since that woman had stumbled in earlier, no one else had shown up—not a guest, not even a single staff member. The silence felt unnatural, heavy, wrong.Violet lowered her eyes, trying to gauge where Liam’s feet were from the corner of her vision.Then—another sound.This time the door didn’t just rattle. It slammed open.Everything happened in a blur.A figure shot through the doorway like a bullet, closing the distance before either of them could react. In the next instant, the grip on Violet vanished. Liam let out a strangled groan, stumbling forward as the knife clattered across the floor.By the time Violet spun around, Liam was already pinned to the ground—his arms twisted painfully behind his back, Jay’s knee pressing between his shoulder blades.“YOU’ve got some fucking nerve,” Jay growled, his voice like steel. “Touching her? You just signed your own death warrant.”Liam’s face twisted, confused and terrified. “WH—WHAT the hell are you
Violet sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, nodding when Julian told her to wait.As she watched him walk away with Lydia, a faint unease coiled in her chest. Something about Lydia’s last glance — that smug, challenging look — made her stomach twist.After a few minutes, she decided to get up and head to the restroom. The restaurant wasn’t crowded, and the hallway leading to the washrooms was quiet and dim — anyone walking through stood out immediately.When she came out, she froze.Standing just a few feet away was him.Liam.Her ex.He didn’t look as cocky as he used to — not broke, but definitely rougher. The dark circles under his eyes and the sharp, bitter glint in them made him look almost unrecognizable. Violet instinctively took half a step back until her shoulder brushed the wall.But his gaze locked onto her and didn’t let go.Of course he came striding straight toward her, blocking her path. “What, can’t even say hi now? Guess having a rich boyfriend makes you too g
When Violet got home, the warmth of the place seemed to melt straight into her bones. She took the cup of tea Mrs. Jones handed her — the faint scent of rose drifted up immediately, and her cold fingers started to thaw around the porcelain.“The heating in the master bedroom’s been upgraded,” Mrs. Jones reported in her usual precise tone. “It’s automatic now — keeps the temperature stable without drying the air. We also added a humidifier by the bed and stocked a few different fragrance blends. If you have a preferred scent, just let me know.”“Thank you. That’s… really thoughtful.” Violet gave the cup a gentle squeeze. Something about Mrs. Jones felt different tonight — her face was still the same perfectly composed mask, but her voice carried an unexpected softness.At a small nod from Julian, Mrs. Jones gave a polite bow and left the room.He cleared his throat. “Next month, you’re coming to Germany with me.”“Germany?” she asked, look
“Here we are.” Edward eased the car to a stop.Violet lived downtown, not far from the workshop. Still, the drive felt even shorter than he expected — like he’d barely had time to say a few words before they were already there. She’d been working in his studio for a while now, but he realized he didn’t really know much about her. Or maybe… he just wanted to know more.“Thanks for the ride,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt.Edward took the chance to step out and walk around to open her door.She gave him another polite “thank you,” and he smiled. “No problem. But you—”She tilted her head. “Oh, are you asking about the watch restoration?”He paused for a second, then nodded. “Yeah, right. Forgot to ask how it’s going — any issues so far?”He glanced up at the tall, expensive-looking apartment building in front of them and swallowed whatever else he was going to say.“I finished cleaning the inside and out,” she said. “If all goes well, I can start reassembling tomorrow.”“Oh? You’re






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