Ophelia Lewis, a privileged young woman, had her world shattered when she lost her father in a tragic accident. With her stepmother and jealous stepsister, Samara, scheming against her, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Kent to secure her place as CEO of Lewis & Hale. However, betrayal strikes when she finds Kent and Samara in an intimate moment. Humiliated and cast out of her own company, Ophelia speeds away—only to fall victim to a rigged car accident orchestrated by Samara. She wakes up in a hospital, saved by strangers, only to discover she is pregnant. Determined to take back her life, Ophelia fakes her death, undergoes plastic surgery, and reinvents herself. Her plan? To infiltrate the business world, reclaim her company, and exact revenge. Her journey leads her to Aaron Donovan, a ruthless billionaire with a dark past. He hires Ophelia, unaware of her true identity. Their working relationship is a battlefield of clashing egos, yet undeniable chemistry ignites between them. As she rises in the corporate world, fate intervenes—Aaron’s company merges with Lewis & Hale, bringing Ophelia face-to-face with her enemies. As secrets unravel, Ophelia’s presence unsettles Samara, who senses familiarity but fails to uncover the truth—until she stumbles upon hospital records. A deadly game begins as Samara orchestrates the kidnapping of Ophelia’s son, Caleb. In a tense showdown, betrayal and bullets fly. Kent meets his end, and Ophelia finally puts an end to Samara’s reign of terror. Three months later, Aaron proposes, sealing their bond. As a final act of love, he gifts Ophelia ownership of Lewis & Hale—the company that was once stolen from her. With vengeance fulfilled and love found, Ophelia steps into a future she fought to reclaim.
View MoreOphelia’s POV The weight of the past week was unbearable. My mind constantly wandered back to the intensity of Aaron’s words and actions, replaying them like a song stuck on repeat. I told myself I needed clarity, but clarity seemed like a cruel joke when my thoughts and emotions were in turmoil. The weekend was supposed to be a time for reflection, but instead, it felt like a prison sentence. Caleb had spent the afternoon playing with his toys, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside me. He’d ask for my attention occasionally, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I’d smile at him, trying to mask the war raging in my heart. The truth was, no matter how much I tried to distance myself from Aaron—physically and emotionally—he was there, haunting me. Every quiet moment was filled with the memory of his touch, the way his voice softened when he spoke my name, and the vulnerability in his eyes when he let his guard down. I couldn’t afford to feel this way. I had a purpose, a missio
Ophelia’s POV Chemistry. That word seemed too light for the storm brewing between Aaron and me. It was too tame to describe the tension that hummed in the air every time we were near each other. What we had felt dangerous, combustible, like we were balancing on the edge of something neither of us could control. The week began as it always did—with Aaron’s sharp demands, my efficient replies, and the silent undercurrent of everything we weren’t saying. But now, there were cracks in our carefully constructed facade. Little moments when his gaze lingered too long, or when his voice softened in a way that made my pulse race. And there were moments I couldn’t ignore how my heart betrayed me, fluttering at the sound of his low, commanding tone, or the rare glimpses of vulnerability he let slip when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was late Tuesday afternoon when it happened. I was in his office, running through the latest client proposals, my focus locked on the screen in front of me. A
Ophelia’s POV The rest of the week passed in a tense haze. Every moment I spent in Aaron’s presence felt like walking a tightrope, balancing between professionalism and the unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t pushing me, not directly, but the intensity in his gaze whenever our eyes met said enough. I hated how much I noticed him. How his presence filled the room even when he wasn’t speaking. How his scent lingered long after he walked past me. I buried myself in work, hoping the constant flow of tasks would quiet my thoughts. It didn’t. By Friday evening, the office was nearly empty, save for a few employees finishing up their deadlines. I was still at my desk, organizing files and preparing for next week’s meetings, when Aaron stepped out of his office. “Still here, Lewis?” His voice was calm but carried that familiar edge of curiosity. I didn’t look up. “Just finishing up.” He approached my desk, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. “It’s Friday. Don
Ophelia’s POV The following morning, I arrived at the office with a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. Last night’s restless thoughts had done little to prepare me for facing Aaron again. Every part of me wanted to avoid him, to avoid the inevitable conversation hanging between us like a storm cloud. But avoidance wasn’t an option. Stepping into the sleek confines of the office building, I kept my shoulders squared and my chin high. If I couldn’t control my feelings, I could at least control how I carried myself. Professionalism was my shield, and I would wield it with precision. “Good morning, Lewis,” Claire greeted as I passed her desk. “Morning,” I replied curtly, forcing a polite smile. When I reached my desk, there was already a thick file waiting for me. A note, written in Aaron’s familiar sharp handwriting, was clipped to the top. Lewis, come to my office when you’re ready. My stomach twisted. I stared at the note, debating my next move. Should I give myself a moment
Ophelia’s POV The next morning, the weight of the previous night’s conversation with Aaron hung heavily over me. I had spent hours lying awake, going over every word, every look, and every fleeting moment between us. It was a futile exercise, but I couldn’t stop myself. By the time I got Caleb ready and dropped him off at school, my resolve to maintain some semblance of professionalism had hardened. Aaron had been clear about his intentions, but I couldn’t afford to let my emotions spiral. There was too much at stake. As I stepped into the office, I noticed the energy was unusually tense. People moved quickly, their faces set with a mix of worry and focus. “Morning, Lewis,” Claire, the receptionist, said as I passed her desk. “Morning,” I replied, glancing around. “What’s going on?” “Big deal on the line,” she whispered. “Aaron’s been in meetings all morning with the board. Something about the Falcon acquisition.” I nodded, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. Of course. Aaron
Ophelia’s POV The next morning, I walked into Donovan Industries with an unsettling mixture of determination and hesitation swirling in my chest. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the memory of Aaron’s words from the night before. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.” Why did those words haunt me so deeply? Maybe it was because no one had ever said something like that to me before. No one had ever been willing to wait for me—to let me take the time I needed without asking for anything in return. It was terrifying, and I hated that it made me feel… safe. As I approached my desk, I forced those thoughts aside. Work was my anchor, my constant, and the one thing I could control in this whirlwind of emotions. I opened my laptop, diving into the list of tasks Aaron had sent over the night before. Minutes turned into hours, and I found myself falling into the rhythm of the day. Meetings, calls, emails—it was almost enough to make me forget the weight of everything
Ophelia’s POV When I returned to the office, my pulse was still racing. The meeting with Kent had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and his words about Aaron kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. “Men like Aaron don’t give without expecting something in return.” Kent had no right to talk about anyone’s character, least of all Aaron’s. And yet, the warning lingered. Was there a kernel of truth hidden in his venom? Aaron was ruthless, a man who made it clear he didn’t invest in anything—or anyone—without a purpose. But then I thought of the man who had softened, even just for a moment, in the privacy of his office. The man who had kissed me with a vulnerability that felt startlingly real. I wasn’t sure which version of him to believe anymore. The office was unusually quiet when I stepped off the elevator. Most of the staff had gone for lunch, leaving only a handful of voices murmuring in the distance. As I walked toward my desk, I noticed Aaron’s office door was open, and
Ophelia’s POV I arrived at the office early, hoping the quiet stillness would help me prepare for the day ahead. As the elevator doors slid open to the top floor, I walked down the hallway, the sound of my heels echoing against the marble. The air was cool, and for a brief moment, it felt like the weight of the past few days hadn’t caught up with me. But the moment I stepped into the office and saw Aaron’s door slightly ajar, my chest tightened. His shadow stretched across the glass walls, his figure hunched over his desk. He hadn’t seen me yet, and I hesitated. Maybe I should go back downstairs for coffee, give myself a few more minutes to gather my thoughts. “Lewis,” his voice called out sharply, shattering my fleeting idea of escape. I exhaled and stepped into his line of sight. He was already looking up, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. “You’re early,” he said, his tone unreadable. “So are you,” I replied, forcing a neutral expression. He gestured toward the stack of pape
Ophelia’s POV The moment I stepped into my apartment, I felt the weight of what had just happened settle over me. I leaned against the door, my fingers pressed to my lips where Aaron’s kiss still lingered. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but this one felt different. It wasn’t just heat or impulsive desire—it was layered, charged with emotions I didn’t want to name. The lines we had carefully drawn between us were now smudged, and I couldn’t deny that I had crossed one I swore I wouldn’t. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Aaron Donovan wasn’t supposed to feel like more than a boss or an ally in my quest for revenge. And yet, here I was, tangled in emotions that felt both intoxicating and terrifying. Caleb’s small voice broke through my thoughts. “Mom?” I opened my eyes to find him standing in the hallway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “You’re still up?” I asked, pushing myself off the door. He nodded, clutching his favorite stuffed lion. “I
I wished I were dead. I wished I'd sustained a brain injury, or better—had found myself in an alternate universe in order to explain why my husband was hunched over my sister, railing her from behind.The mugs of coffee I carried dropped to the floor and shattered, alerting the two unholy lovebirds to my presence. My husband, Kent, turned sharply and gasped. “Lia?” He hastily pulled his up his boxers to cover himself. My attention switched to Samara who looked away and quietly adjusted her dress. “Why are you avoiding my gaze, Samara. Why not look at me?”She continued to keep her eyes away from me. Even as Kent approached me, I couldn't stop looking at Samara. The weight of what I'd discovered was too much to bear. “Lia,” Kent started with a calm voice. “I can explain.”I chuckled. The fact tears weren't pouring from my eyes surprised me. It just goes to show how unbelievable this situation was. Kent and Samara together in my office. I nodded. ‘“Go on. Tell me something I don't...
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