LOGIN“To escape a monster, she ran straight into the arms of a devil.” Lila Vance was a debt payment. Wrapped in fifty thousand dollars of French lace, she was minutes away from marrying Marcus Thorne—a man who whispered that she was nothing more than his "property." But Lila refused to be broken. With a ripped dress and a heart full of terror, she bolts from the altar and into the private elevator of the Grand Imperial Hotel. When the doors open, she finds herself in the lion’s den: the penthouse of Adrian Sterling, her fiancé’s most lethal rival. Adrian is a man carved from shadows and sin, a billionaire "Shark" who destroys legacies for sport. When Marcus comes to claim his prize, Adrian offers Lila a choice: go back to the man who will break you, or sign a one-year marriage contract with the man who will own you. As the line between their fake vows and real desire begins to blur, Lila must face a terrifying truth: Adrian Sterling didn't save her out of mercy. He saved her because she is the final piece in a game of revenge he’s been playing for years. In a game of power, who will be the first to break?
View MoreThe buzzing of her phone on the nightstand felt like a drill against Lila’s skull. She groaned, pulling the duvet tighter around her ears, trying to block out the morning light and the persistent vibration. Her stomach felt like it was full of lead and acid, a familiar greeting that had become her new normal over the last few weeks.Finally, she reached out and swiped the screen. It was a video call. Sophie’s bright, worried face filled the display."Lila! Oh my God, look at you," Sophie blurted out before Lila could even say hello. "You look like a Victorian ghost. Are you even eating? You’re so pale you’re practically translucent."Lila forced a weak smile, propping herself up against the headboard. "Good morning to you too, Soph. I’m fine. Just... a lot of late nights.""Late nights doing what? Staring at the walls?" Sophie’s expression shifted from worry to disapproval. "Don't tell me. You and the Ice King are still at it, aren't you? How long has it been now? Two months? Lila, tw
The house was too quiet. It was the kind of silence that made your ears ring and your skin crawl. Lila sat in the dark, staring at the walls, feeling like a fly caught in a very expensive spiderweb. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father’s face in that video. Every time she took a breath, she felt the sick, rolling waves of nausea in her stomach. She kept telling herself it was just the nerves. Anyone would be sick if their life had turned into a horror movie overnight.But she couldn't just sit there. She was done waiting for Adrian to tell her the "truth" in bits and pieces.She got out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. She didn't turn on any lights. She didn't want the guards at the end of the hall to see her shadow moving. She slipped out of her room and headed toward the library.She was betting it held something connected to this whole web.The library was huge and smelled like old books and Adrian’s expensive cologne. Lila went straight to the massive des
The East Wing had become a mausoleum of quiet. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a footstep; every shadow cast by the swaying trees outside looked like a man standing in the corner of the room. Lila didn't turn on the overhead lights anymore. She lived in the dim, amber glow of a single desk lamp, her world shrinking to the size of the mahogany table where she sat, staring at nothing. The silence was a physical weight, pressing against her chest until she felt she might suffocate in the very air of the Sterling penthouse.She was paralyzed by a new kind of fear. It wasn't just the fear of Adrian’s coldness or the fear of the Sterling name, it was the fear that she was living with a man who had mastered the art of the "necessary evil." She sat for hours in the velvet armchair, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the Persian rug.She hadn't eaten a full meal in three days. Every time the scent of the gourmet breakfast the staff left reached her nose, the buttery richnes
"Dust to dust," the priest intoned, his voice competing with the rhythmic drumming of a relentless downpour.The words felt like lead. Lila stood at the edge of the open earth, her black silk veil clinging to her cheeks like a second skin. The cemetery was a sea of black umbrellas, a somber congregation of the city’s elite who had come to witness the final fall of a Vance. But to Lila, the only thing that felt real was the freezing rain and the man standing beside her.Adrian held a large, black umbrella over them both. His other arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her into his side in a gesture that looked like a husband supporting his grieving wife. To the cameras positioned a respectful distance away, it was a picture of tragic devotion.To Lila, it felt like being held by a predator.Every time Adrian’s thumb brushed against her side, she recoiled inwardly, her muscles tensing so hard they ached. She didn't see the man who had kissed her in his office. She saw a ghost
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