LOGINEmily Harper’s life is defined by quiet struggle. Working long hours at the bank barely pays her bills, and her parents have long stopped believing she’ll ever make something of herself. Her only comfort is her kind, funny boss, Mr. Zelinsky—the one person who makes her feel seen. But everything changes one night when she returns to the bank to fetch her forgotten inhaler… and walks in on a robbery. The thief is none other than Caleb Monroe, her old high school bully and Mr. Zelinsky’s estranged son. Shock turns to chaos when Caleb forces her to help him escape, a moment that leaves her shaken and confused. The next day, Emily faces him again—this time in daylight, as her boss proudly introduces Caleb as his son. Then tragedy strikes. Mr. Zelinsky dies suddenly, and Emily’s life takes another unexpected turn when his will binds her and Caleb together by marriage to inherit his empire. Now, caught between grief, distrust, and a strange pull she can’t explain, Emily must decide if she can survive living and pretending with the man who once made her life hell. But as secrets unravel and feelings blur, one thing becomes painfully clear: Caleb isn’t the only one hiding something.
View MoreI tossed and turned the whole night, unable to sleep, my mind stuck thinking about Caleb's whereabouts. I can't sleep because I am too worried thinking about a man who doesn't even like me, a man who is marrying me just so he can keep fifty percent of his inheritance.My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow, and I picked it up. Jen was calling me. "Hey," I said softly, my voice rough from the brandy I had gulped earlier at the club. "I have been calling for hours. Why haven't you been picking up my calls?" Jen suddenly shouted over the phone. Her background was so noisy that I had to strain my ears to hear her. "No, this is the first time you are calling me. Are you still at the club?" "Yes, bitch. I am still here. I am not married, am I? Unlike someone else who got her ass dragged out of here." I chuckled, feeling embarrassed that Caleb had actually gone to the club to fetch. How did he even know that I was there? "Tell that asshole that my shoe will be in his face the next tim
Caleb stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring at Liam like he was calculating how many ways he could bury him. The music thumped behind us, but all I could hear was my own pulse beating in my ears. When he finally moved, he walked straight up to me. I flinched, unsure how to react to his speed. His fingers wrap around my wrist with an icy grip.“Caleb—” He cut me off by pulling me towards him sharply, his jaw so tight it looked carved from stone. “We’re leaving.” He spoke with a rough voice. Before I could protest or even blink. Caleb was dragging me through the club. People parted around us like the tension was visible in the air. The second we stepped outside, Liam came rushing after us.“Hey!” he shouted, catching up. “Let her go—” Caleb spun so fast I barely saw the movement. His fist collided with Liam’s jaw in a punch so loud it cracked through the silence of the night. Liam staggered back, hand flying to his face.“First you touch my woman,” Caleb growled, voice shaking
Inside the club, the lights were warm and low, the music loud enough to dull the conversation I was having with myself in my head. Jen ordered drinks immediately and dragged me to a booth near the back. I was still trying to uncoil the tension Michelle had wound into my spine when I saw her walking back toward us, hair flipping like she hadn’t just wanted to stab me with her words in the parking lot.She slid into the booth right across from me, arms crossed, but her expression strangely calmer. “Okay,” she said, exhaling dramatically. “I overreacted.”Jen rolled her eyes so hard I heard it.Michelle ignored her. “I don’t want this to turn into rivalry. Sisterhood and all that.” She gestured vaguely between us. “I don’t want to lose friends over a man.” Girl, what friendship? Jen organised all of this.Her attempt at peace felt half-noble, half-theatrical, but I still nodded. “I don’t want drama either.” I just nodded because I don’t want to seem unforgiving or like I amhung up on h
Jen had been buzzing around my apartment since she told me we’re going out to celebrate my engagement, pulling clothes from my wardrobe like a tornado with taste. I finally settled on a short black dress with thin straps, something simple but flattering. My engagement ring glinted every time I moved, and every time it did, my stomach tightened. I don’t think I will ever be used to how heavy it feels or how beautiful it looks on my hand.“Stop staring at the ring like it’s insulting, that ring makes your hand shine. It’s going to open a lot of doors for you.” Jen said, clipping on her earrings.“I’m still trying to adjust to how heavy it feels,” I muttered not even realising I was staring at it.“Still adjust to your engagement,” she sing-songed, wiggling her brows.I rolled my eyes, grabbed my bag, and followed her out. The drive to the club was quick; neon lights glowed against the early evening sky. Before we even parked, I spotted two familiar cars already pulled up near the entr






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