Dominic’s pov:The conference room slowly emptied, board members exchanging pleasantries on their way out, their footsteps fading into the long hallways of Khan Enterprises.The meeting had gone smoothly, but there was still a lingering tightness in my chest—the pressure of being back, of proving I was fully in control again, of ensuring no weaknesses remained.As I gathered my files, Desmond lingered, arms crossed, studying me carefully.I sighed. “Whatever you’re about to say, get it over with.”Desmond smirked. “Did you get an invite to the Blackwell Gala?”My brows furrowed. “Yes.”He tilted his head, waiting for my answer. I already knew what was coming.“I’m not going.”Desmond sighed, shaking his head. “Dominic, you have to.”I frowned, loosening the tie around my collar. “I don’t have to do anything.”“Except rebuild your public image.” His voice was firm, but not challenging, more like he was guiding me toward something obvious. “Everyone’s watching to see if you’re still th
Linda’s pov:It had been a week since I had been on the run.A full, miserable, unbearable week.Every news station had my name plastered across their screens, every government agency was watching, waiting, hunting.My reputation, my power, was in tatters.The woman they once feared was now hiding—reduced to nothing but a fugitive, crouching in the shadows.And my only option?Aligning with Tavon Wright.Reckless. Impulsive. Arrogant.But he was the only person left who hated Suzanne as much as I did.And right now? Hate was the only thing keeping me standing.I sat in the dimly lit study of Tavon’s secluded estate, curling my fingers around a crystal glass of whiskey, my nails tapping against the surface as the television buzzed faintly in the background.The headline flashed across the screen, Dominic Khan Fully Recovers, Seen entering his office. My jaw clenched.Suzanne caused all this.The woman who had cost me everything.I raised the glass to my lips, letting the alcohol burn
Dominic’s pov:I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled in ways I couldn’t quite control.Last night had been... intense. Suzanne had been everything—soft, warm, willing.And for a fleeting moment, I had let myself forget.Forget the truth. Forget the weight of the secret pressing against my chest.But now, in the quiet aftermath, I felt it again—worse than before.Guilt.Unshakable, suffocating guilt.I turned my head slightly, watching Suzanne as she slept. She looked peaceful, content, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.And that? That was the problem.She didn’t know.She had fought for me, protected my name, and stood beside me. She had trusted me.And I was keeping something from her that would break that trust in ways she couldn’t imagine.I exhaled, rubbing my hand over my face.This was wrong.I couldn’t keep pretending everything was normal when it wasn’t.I needed to—Suzanne stirred, shifting beside me. Her lashes fluttered open, and when her
Hi my loves, thank you for your consistent support!!! I do hope you love this story. Beware of juicy scene in this chapter. Enjoy… Suzanne’s pov:I blinked against the glow, shifting slightly, warmth pressing against my skin. The air was thick with quiet—too still, too charged.Dominic was still asleep.I turned my head to study him, my gaze trailing over the sharp angles of his face, the slight furrow of his brow even in rest. He was always thinking, always calculating—never at ease. But now, in this moment, he looked... human.Something inside me stirred, something restless, something aching.I swallowed, shifting again, my breath coming just a little faster.Everything felt heightened of late. My emotions, my senses, my body’s every reaction.Maybe it was the pregnancy.Maybe it was the fact that Dominic had come back—not just physically, but in a way I hadn’t expected.The way he had looked at me last night lingered.The way his voice had softened when he told me I didn’t have
Dominic’s pov:The drive home was quiet.Suzanne sat beside me, staring out the window, lost in thought. She didn’t push for a conversation, didn’t try to fill the silence with pointless words. And strangely, I appreciated that.I rested my elbow against the car door, massaging my temple. My body was recovering, but my mind… It was a battlefield.Too many thoughts. Too many memories clawing at the edges.Every time my gaze flicked toward Suzanne, something tightened in my chest. She had fought for me—without hesitation, without question. And now she was here, sitting beside me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if I was someone worth saving.I let out a slow exhale and turned back to the window.She doesn’t know.And that truth sat heavy in my gut.I wanted to tell her. To confess everything, to explain how this all began, how her son’s illness wasn’t what she thought it was. But the words never came.Because if I told her the truth now, what would she do? Would she
Suzanne’s pov: The doctors did one more check-up on Dominic and he was cleared to leave, I made sure all his belongings were packed properly. “ Suzanne, we are ready to go,” Stella said as I placed the blanket in the box. “Please can you tell Desmond and Ford to come help me carry the boxes”“Yeah sure thing.”“You know the maids would have done this right?” Dominic said as he came out of the bathroom. “Yes, but I wanted to make sure I got everything”. I said as I closed the box, “How are you feeling?” “For the hundredth time Suzanne, I am fine, perfectly fine. I just want to ma-”“Boss, we are ready” Of course, Ford had to interrupt. “Good to have you back my man,” Desmond said as he entered the room. “Stella said you needed help with the boxes” “Yes please”. News of Dominic’s recovery had already circulated everywhere, it was posted all over social media, TV stations and newspapers.By the time we stepped outside the cameras started flashing. “Mr Khan, it's good to have you
Linda’s pov:For a moment I felt fear, the whole world had turned on me, all the people I had deceived. All the people I had taken from. The bribes I had received.Now my company was being taken away from me, and the man that I wanted was still in the arms of that witch.The people I had once controlled, bought, and manipulated, were vanishing. Fading like mist. Board members resigned, investors pulled out, and headlines screamed my name with venom. Every bribe I took, every hand I twisted, every secret deal I made in the shadows, it was all unravelling.The companies I spent years building with blood and ruthlessness were crumbling. My empire was no longer mine.She surely cast some kind of spell on him. It was the only explanation that made sense. Why else would Dominic, brilliant and disciplined Dominic, fall so completely, so blindly for her? A woman with nothing but a child from another man and eyes too naive for this world?I had seen it in his gaze, even when I walked into
Suzanne's pov:A few hours had passed, and Desmond and Ford had gotten the best out of him. Even Stella had spent some time in his room before heading back out to join me.While I myself sat alone in a corner outside the private ward, a small garden that was currently only occupied by me.I took in a sharp breath as the recent events replayed in my mind. The gratitude I felt towards the universe for helping me fight a war I wasn't familiar with.My eyes soaked with tears and my palms rubbed against each other as I closed my eyes and took in another sharp breath.“Victory at last,” I murmured, solely to my ears. “Yeah victory at last,” Stella's voice pricked my ears. I jolted and turned in her direction as I tried to hide the tears that were brewing in my eyes.“You did it, girl,” she clasped my hands after taking her seat next to me. “No, we did it. I couldn't have done any of this without you. Thank you, my friend,” I complimented her, looking her straight in the eyes.“C’mon, you k
Dominic’s pov:The first sound I heard was not a voice.It was chaos.Faint at first—like static. Then sharper. Words. Fragments. Shouting. Headlines.My eyelids were heavy. My limbs, stone. But the noise persisted, scraping against the edge of consciousness until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.“…Linda Blackwood implicated in multi-million dollar charity fraud…”“…evictions, offshore accounts, demolition of shelters…”“…anonymous leak reveals illegal real estate dealings tied to Chase Foundation…”I blinked. Slowly. Painfully.White ceiling. Beeping monitor. Sterile air.Hospital.I blinked again, turning my head—just slightly. A television screen mounted on the wall flickered with images. Linda’s face. Her signature smile, now twisted beneath grainy surveillance footage.Words scrolled across the bottom of the screen:“Public Outrage as Linda Blackwood’s Crimes Go Viral — Sources Say Ex-Wife of Dominic Khan Behind Years of Corruption.”The next clip: A woman walking out of a building