LOGINBlurb I thought I married him for love. That wide-eyed, naive girl who jumped into the arms of the first man with eyes that shone ever in the dark, and with curly dark hair that made her fingers itch….didn’t know the truth. He didn’t marry me for forever. Ares Brooker – ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly sexy- only made me his wife to get back at my father. And for a while, I thought the worst thing he could do was ignore me, bring other women into our home, and treat me like I was a prisoner in his glass mansion. I was wrong. The worst thing was overhearing my father tell him on the phone that he could "Kill me for all he cared." That I meant nothing to him, it was walking in on him with my best friend, and watching him let me believe it. I walked out, building walls around my heart and telling myself that I would never be that naïve and pushover girl again. But one night changed everything, where a fight, one kiss, and too much heat brought about a mistake. And a child, I swore he would never know about. I thought I was free, starting a new job and a new life, until I realized that Ares Brooker signs my paycheck. And just when he decided he wanted me back, someone else stepped in, willing to burn the world too. His rival, Cole Elrod. And the most dangerous choice is the one I can’t stop wanting.
View MoreChapter TwentyAnnika's POVThe world has to be messing with me. What on earth is this annoying living being doing in my meeting? How did he even get to know that I was going to be here today, or is this a mere coincidence?I am sure it isn't. I know Ares is trying his best to make my life a living hell. I know this!Ares sits across the other end of the table, scanning my looks as I walk into the room and set my eyes on him.“Wow!” He says aloud, like he is met with something way past his expectations. He begins to clap. Every hit of his clap shook me with a fear that I didn't know where it stems from. He keeps clapping till he stands up. His well-defined cheekbones raises as he smiles widely. He actually seems impressed. Maybe I'm getting the wrong signal.Fidgeting, I hold the bag in my hand closely to the front of my legs and stand still.Everyone in the room pauses as the air in the room clearly wasn't the normal air they expected to breathe that morning. “I'd,” I clear my thr
Chapter NineteenAnnika's POVI don't know which is harder. The fact that I'm hunting for a job that I know nothing about and having to smile through them, or the fact that I know how miserable I will be working my ass off in a nine-to-five that I had never seen myself doing.Sloane is sitting in her car, waving at me. Her small face hidden in her bob is joyful as she shines her teeth like a child. “You've got this, and I'd be back for you when you're done.” Her hand moves in the direction of her words as she reminds me, “You are the best candidate for this job. We've rehearsed this many times, and I know that you will get all their credits.” I am not even sure I remember half of what we practiced but I can't help but wave back with a forced smile that I hope doesn't reflect on my face. I wouldn't want to make Sloane feel bad.“Or do you need me to walk you in?” She yells as I move farther from her.I turn and yell, “No!”Rethinking how I yelled, I add, “I mean, you have to attend yo
Chapter EighteenAnnika's POVThe air in the room thins as we meet the hard truth that we don't have access to money, which also means I can't get a fair shake out of my situation. “I can't believe he will go this length.” I use my hand to push my hair away from my face as I sink into my thoughts of how ruined my life is right now. “Is he even supposed to have access to the money given to you by your dad? Who does this man think he is, like?” Sloane bitterly spit words. “I can't believe in a developed time like this, someone can still have access to one's life this much because he is married to the person.” Sloane stands and walks away from the table, towards the kitchen, which openly leads into the dining room.“You should be able to call your dad and ask him for this help. At least, there should be a little bit of fatherhood left in his heart to play for you.”I shake my head as Susan raises the option. “He won't help. They are working together. It's obvious now. I didn't know wh
Chapter Seventeen Annika's POV“Large amount?” I turn to Susan and then back to Sloane. I don’t know why Susan is asking me such a question or what she might be needing it for.“Yeah. If we want to access these lies that Ares has put in your name on this divorce file, we need some strong connections to be on our side. He sure knows what he’s doing.” Susan walks over, her dark hair pulled into a sharp bun, her lawyer’s eyes already dissecting every line of the document like a surgeon with a scalpel. She places the file down in front of me with more force than necessary.Sloane uses her arm to swipe aside the leftovers on the table, making space for Susan to place the file in front of me. Susan leans closer, tapping the papers with a manicured finger. “He’s structured this so that technically, you’re not divorced until certain financial conditions are met. It’s messy, deliberately messy, so you’ll think you’re walking away with millions but”“But I’m not,” I whisper, because I hadn't
Annika’s POVAres might as well not be present, because even if he is right next to me, his eyes haven't left the Armani watch on his wrist for the past hour. I should ask if he is expecting something.Or someone.But I know very well how that will end. "Mr. and Mrs. Brooker," someone chimes from
Ares’ POV Annika hasn’t been home since she stormed off unceremoniously five hours ago. It’s raining now, the patters hitting the windowsill in a soft lullaby that would have calmed me down a year ago.But now, everything seems to be on the verge of falling apart, and I cannot let it.It took ever
Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard."Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. Sh
Annika’s POV It is a twisted ankle. Or at least, that’s what the doctor said a while ago when he was in here with me. I have been through so much pain this last hour, but it is nothing compared to the one that hits each time I think about the fact that Ares made me apologize to his whore. “Don’t












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