LOGINHis hand gripped her throat, forcing her back against the cold glass as she choked for breath. “You’ve bewitched my son, and now he asks for his mother…” “No!” she gasped. “He is not your son. He never was! You stole him from me—and locked me away for three years because you’re a billionaire with a god complex!” …. Three years ago, Chelley was betrayed and humiliated by everyone she loved—her ex-husband impregnated her adoptive sister, and her adoptive parents supported her sister whilst blaming her for being barren without giving her a chance to announce her pregnancy. Abandoned and pregnant, she vanished, only to fall into the hands of a crueler fate: Cassian Moretti—a ruthless billionaire with a heart of ice and a dark motive. Cassian locked her away and took her child, named him Asher Moretti, and raised him as his own—because without that boy, he’d lose control over a trillion-dollar legacy clause that ties his fortune to the child. But when the boy starts asking for his real mother, Cassian makes Chelley an offer she can’t refuse. “You want your son?” he sneers. “Then marry me. Publicly, you’re my perfect wife. Smile when I kiss you. And behind the cameras, you’re mine to command. My slave, my property! Stay silent when I hurt. Defy me, and your son disappears forever.” Now, forced into a fake marriage with the man who stole her freedom, Chelley became the First Lady of Cassian’s trillion dollar empire, She wants her vengeance, On her ex-husband, her family, her step-sister and Cassian himself.
View MoreCHELLEY MORETTII watched Cierra’s throat bob as she swallowed. She was trapped between the image of the "Saint of the Estate" and the reality of the predator I knew her to be. The ladies were leaning in now, their thirst for drama momentarily eclipsed by the sheer scale of the power play unfolding before them.I signaled to Rita, who stepped forward and opened the leather folder, revealing a certified cashier's check. I held it up just long enough for the women to gasp at the number of zeros."I’m not just here to drop a check and walk away, Cierra," I said, my voice projecting with the practiced clarity of a COO. "The Moretti family doesn't just throw money at problems; we invest in solutions. I am prepared to donate ten million dollars to the Kensington Legacy Foundation right now."A collective intake of breath hissed across the terrace. Ten million. It made the combined pledges on Cierra’s ledger look like spare change."But," I continued, my smile sharpening, "given the 'gra
CHELLEY MORETTI It was a work day, but I'm currently on probation, the investigation to the sudden PR Crisis couldn't allow me enter that office yet unless the investigation is all concluded.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Rita was on her knees, meticulously adjusting the hem of my ivory Chanel tweed skirt. "The news is moving fast, ma'am," Rita whispered, as she smoothed the fabric. "I just got word that Cierra has her terrace packed. Most women of the estate are there . They’re calling it the 'Tea of Atonement.' She’s passing around a donation ledger for her new foundation."I looked at my own eyes in the mirror. Cold. Cierra thought she had trapped me in the role of the villain—the cruel billionaire who pays to have children swept away like trash. She expected me to hide in this penthouse, or better yet, to release a statement attacking her "charity" as a fraud.But if I played the antagonist, she won the public’s heart."She wants a spectacle? We'll give h
CIERRA KENSINGTONS The sound of engines purring in my driveway was the sweetest symphony I’d ever heard. I stood beside the window, my arms crossed, watching as a fleet of pristine, high-performance vehicles were unloaded.The sunlight glinted off the amethyst finish of my new Bentley, fuck you to everyone who thought I was down for the count.Behind me, the new domestic staff stood in a perfect obedient line. I turned slowly, my eyes scanning their faces with coldness like I was a general."Listen closely," I said, my voice low and sharp. "I run this house. My needs, my schedule, and my reputation are the only priorities here. If Mr. Kensington asks for something that conflicts with my orders, you come to me first. Is that understood?""Yes, Madam," they chimed in unison, bowing their heads."Good. I’ve invited the ladies of the estate for a tea gathering. I want the terrace prepped immediately—nothing but the finest porcelain and the most expensive blends. You have twenty minute
ALEC KENSINGTONS I stood in the doorway of the foyer, my head spinning as I watched Cierra pace across the marble floor. The house, which had been a tomb of silence only yesterday, was suddenly alive with the frantic energy of Cierra who had just struck gold suddenly, I'm still in disbelief, "Yes, the amethyst metallic finish for the Bentley. I want it delivered by tomorrow morning," Cierra said into her phone, her voice dripping with an arrogance I hadn't heard before… normally she was always over me, wanting me to make the calls and call the shots… now she acted like I wasn't even here at all, because the money is all on her foundation.. she just used my name, but only she has access to it."And tell the agency I need a full staff. Two chefs, four housekeepers, and a personal valet. I don't care about the premium; just get them here."I felt a cold, hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach. Just twenty-four hours ago, I had been the one making the grim calls—firing the maids,
CHELLEY MORETTI The world outside that bedroom door could have been ending, and I wouldn't have cared. In the darkness, lit only by the golden glow of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was only the sound of our breathing and the rhythmic creak of the bed.But then, the
CHELLEY MORETTIThe meals are all prepared after spending about an hour in the kitchen with the chef and maids, directing every detail to ensure the dinner was perfection.I had personally overseen the preparation of Pan-Seared Wagyu with Truffle Reduction and a delicate Lobster Thermidor, accompa
CIERRA KENSINGTONS “What do you have on your hand, wench ?” Cassandra said.“Just wait and see… while I'm out there working to get rid of Chelley, you are in here being absolutely stupid..” I snapped at her.I could see her eyes changed at my audacity, I can't lie, I felt empowered by the news th
CIERRA KENSINGTONS The elevator doors hissed open to the penthouse floor of the New Heir’s residence. The air here didn't just smell like money; it smelled like power—the kind of suffocating, absolute power that I was currently starving for.Cassandra’s head maid, a woman with a face like cold mar







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