LOGINI was his wife. His obligation. His biggest mistake. For three years, I stayed silent, watching Liam love another woman while I wasted away beside him. But when he let our baby die without lifting a finger, everything inside me shattered. I walked away—but not to disappear. I walked into a new life. One where I’d find strength, answers… and someone who’d remind me what it feels like to be seen. But the past isn’t done with me. And neither is Liam. Because what ties us together runs deeper than we ever knew. And the man I’m beginning to fall for? He might be the one thing that unravels it all. A heartbreak billionaire romance about betrayal, identity, and a love buried in the ashes of the past.
View MoreLior’s POVI’m still watching her fingers trace the edge of the picture frame when she suddenly straightens.“Oh dear,” she says with a soft laugh, brushing her hand lightly over the glass. “I must be boring you, talking about your late aunt.”“Of course not, Grandma,” I cut in quickly as she turns toward me. “Even though I didn’t get to know her much, she was still my aunt… and your daughter.”Her smile widens at that. It softens too. She exhales slowly before stepping away from the portrait and turning fully toward me. “Come on,” she says gently. “Let’s go sit.”She leads the way into the living room, and I follow.We settle onto the couch facing each other, the late afternoon light spilling through the tall windows.“So, Grandmother… are you saying you want to stay back here in Italy too?” I ask as I lean back. She lifts a brow, amused. “Why? Don’t you want me here?”“Of course not,” I shoot back immediately. “You know I’d be more than happy if you chose to stay.”At least that w
Lior’s POVMy eyes stay locked on the plant by the side of my office.It sits near the floor-to-ceiling glass window, leaves a deep shade of green, stretching quietly toward the light. The sunlight hits its edges, soft and warm. Calm. Alive.My mind isn’t here though.It drifts back to that day.The day Lila walked into my office two men behind her carrying the plant.She had stood right where it is now. Her voice clear as she gives commands to the men carrying the flowers, instructing them on how to place it.“I brought you something,” she said, watching them place it down carefully.I remember looking at her, confused. “A plant?”She had laughed softly. That laugh. Light. Almost shy.“Yes. Because I want you to always think about me.”My chest tightens at the memory.I stand slowly from my chair. My legs move before I even register it. I walk toward the plant like I’m being pulled by something invisible.The watering can sits beside it.I pick it up and begin to water it, the steady
Lila’s POVDressing up means one thing.Claudia must have gotten my message.And now she has finally decided to see me.Of course I have to look my best. Like they say, first impression matters. And if this is going to be a confrontation, then I will walk into it looking untouchable.I hum softly under my breath as I slip on my black jacket, smoothing it over my shoulders. The fabric fits perfectly, sharp and structured. Powerful.My reflection stares back at me from the mirror.Confident. Composed. Dangerous.For a second, my mind drifts to that night at Funland Ice Cream.The lights. The laughter. The staged warmth.I made sure every angle was captured perfectly. Every touch Liam placed on me. Every smile. Every lean-in that could be mistaken for intimacy.I made sure stepping into his apartment with Zara in my arms was seen.Perfect.A picture of the ideal little family.Father. Child. Woman.So when she sees it, she feels it.A threat.A warning.If you are not careful, I will tak
Venessa’s POVI sit across from the private investigator, fingers laced on the desk to hide the tension in them. I had given him clear instructions days back. Look into Lila. Quietly. Thoroughly. I wanted background, inconsistencies. Something I could use if necessary.Now he sits before me with a file thicker than I expected.“So you’re telling me,” I say slowly, keeping my voice level, “that The Ivory Pavilion, where we have our private showroom, is owned by Lila Armitage?”He nods once. Calm. Certain.“Yes, ma’am. It is. This isn’t public knowledge yet. Legally, the properties are under Lady M. Armitage’s name. She manages all the assets, investments, and shares on behalf of her granddaughter. Lila’s name appears only in trust documents and as a beneficiary. On paper, she is protected and not directly visible.”The words settle into the room like dust.Shielded.Hidden.Managed.Three years ago, we’d been approached about having a private showroom at The Ivory Pavilion. At the time






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