LOGINRaina Gonzalez thought she'd found her savior in Castor Rowland, a charismatic politician who swept her off her feet and rescued her family from financial ruin. Their whirlwind romance ended in a fairy-tale wedding that made headlines. But behind the mansion's gleaming doors and beneath his polished smile, Raina discovers the man she married is a monster in a tailored suit. Her wedding vows weren't promises of love. They were chains binding her to a life of lies. Forced to play the perfect political wife while her husband builds his empire on corruption and destruction of lives, Raina feels hope slipping away. Until she meets Sylvester Brian, Castor's mysterious rival who lost someone he loved to men like her husband. Together, they forge a dangerous alliance to expose Castor's criminal network. But somewhere between stolen moments and whispered secrets, their partnership ignites into something neither expected: a forbidden love that could destroy them both. Just when Raina thinks she's found an ally she can trust, Sylvester's carefully constructed lies begin to unravel. The man she's fallen for has been using her all along, and she's caught between two devils: the one she married and the one who captured her heart. With election day approaching and innocent people's lives hanging in the balance, Raina must make an impossible for choice: stay silent and complicit, or risk everything. Her family, her safety, her heart... Because sometimes, the only way out of a cage is to burn it down.
View MorePATRICKHe opened the door before I knocked twice."Patrick." Relief moved over his face, then caution when he saw mine hadn't softened. "You came."I walked past him into the house. "Sit down."He looked at me for a second, then crossed to the couch and sat. I stayed on my feet. I'd spent three days deciding exactly how this was going to go, and I wasn't going to do it from a chair with a drink in my hand like we were two old friends catching up. Not yet."I'm going to say this once," I said. "So listen to me the way you should have listened three months ago. The way you should have listened from the very start."He didn't argue. That told me something. The Sylvester I knew would have argued."You are not going to lose this election, and you are not going to lose this case. " I said, emphasing every word.He remained silent."Two years, Sly. Two years of my life, of Geoffrey's money, every method, every contact, every hour we've poured into taking Castor Rowland apart. It's finally
PATRICKI drove home that night and poured myself a drink I couldn't taste.I blamed the bad taste on the firmentation process, so I switched up, and poured another glass of rum.Different drink, same taste.I pushed it aside. Perhaps, the drinks were not the problem. Something else was responsible for the numb in my throat.I sat in the dark of my kitchen with the glass sweating on the counter and ran it back, over and over, the whole ugly picture of it. Sylvester's shirt off his shoulders. Her skirt shoved up. The two of them tangled together on the desk where we'd forged and drawn plans for the future of a whole city. The files were scattered on the floor like they were nothing. Castor Rowland's wife. Of all the women in this city, his wife!"What the fuck are you thinking, man?" I ran a hand through my hair.I wasn't just angry. I was frustrated, blindsided, angry at myself.Because I'd seen it. Months ago. I'd sat across from him in that office and told him exactly this would
RAINAI was still on the couch when Syvelster came back.I'd pulled myself together as best I could. Skirt down, blouse buttoned, heels strapped.But my hands had been shaking too hard to fix my hair, and I could feel it hanging loose and wrong around my face. The shock of seeing Patrick had melted a while ago. Now, the tears just came, quiet, heavy, sliding down without my say-so, and I let them because I didn't have the strength left to stop them.Sylvester walked in slow. His shirt was buttoned in a crooked way. He'd chased Patrick down in a hurry and came back with a sore look on his face, the one I'd never seen on him before tonight. He always knew what to do in the tense situations. Always knew the next move. Right now he just looked like a man who'd been caught, same as me.He sat down beside me on the couch and didn't say anything at first. He just reached over and took my hand."He saw us," I said, my voice shaking. "Patrick saw us, Sylvester. He saw everything.""I know."
PATRICKI was halfway home when I remembered my laptop.It sat on the corner of my desk where I'd left it, and every file for tomorrow's donor briefing sat on it. I needed all of it by seven in the morning and couldn't wait till tomorrow to get it."Fuck!' I hit the steering wheel, saying a word my mother wouldn't have liked and turned the car around at the next traffic light.It took ten minutes back to drive back to the tower. As I approached, I wondered if Sylvester was still up there, probably still chewing through that brief he never finished.Nah, no need to check on him. I'd just grab my bag and go. Or maybe... I could be a good friend and push him to go home and sleep. Lord knows he needed it. He'd been running himself into the ground for weeks, sharp one minute and somewhere else entirely the next, and I'd put it down to the campaign. The polls, the pressure. That was what I'd summed it up as.I keyed into the garage of the building, rode up the elevator, and stepped out o
RAINAMy fingers wouldn't stop shaking.I stared at Castor's texts on my screen and felt the blood drain completely from my face. The words blurred in front of my eyes. My brain refused to process them fast enough.Tell me the truth. Where the fuck are you? Don't make me come after you!!!The offic
RAINAI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined what would happen tomorrow. What Sylvester would say. What he would tell me to do.Could I even do it?That last thought scared me more than anything.By morning, I was exhausted and jittery with nerves.Castor left for his o
RAINAWhen morning finally came, the house was quiet.I woke up in severe pain.My face was swollen. When I touched my cheek, it felt hot and puffy. My lip was crusted with dried blood. My wrists ached from where the guards had grabbed me.But the worst pain was inside my chest. A hollow, burning f
RAINAA week had passed since I met Sylvester at the bar.I thought about his card every single day. It sat in my purse like a bomb waiting to explode. But every time I reached for my phone, I stopped myself.Too dangerous. Too risky.If Castor found out, he would destroy my family. Better to endur












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