LOGINAfter the most awkward ride in Cara’s life, she and Madam Davis arrived at First Class Hospital's parking lot. She had just stepped out of the car and was waiting for the older woman to come down too when she froze at the mention of her name. Cara would recognise Martin’s voice anywhere, but for the love of God, why did she have to run into him here today of all days? Especially since she was in the company of her mother-in-law. She pretended not to hear him calling her name, but her hair stood on end as his approaching footsteps grew louder. “Cara—” Martin had barely gotten the word out when Madam Davis cut in sharply from the side. “Cara, who is this man?” Cara’s heart slammed against her ribs. Without missing a beat, she turned to Martin with a blank, polite expression. “I don’t know him.” The words hit Martin like a slap. His dark eyes widened in shock, his jaw tightening visibly. Before he could recover, Cara dropped the final blow. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?”
Cara’s legs carried her through the crowd on autopilot, her pulse still roaring in her ears. She accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter just to have something to hold, forcing herself to smile at familiar faces as if nothing had happened. As if Martin Hawthorn hadn’t just ripped open four years of carefully sealed wounds. She felt him before she saw him again. Every time she glanced towards one side of the garden, he was there—watching, waiting for an opening. The first time, he started walking towards her while she was speaking with one of Kayden’s business associates. Cara excused herself smoothly and slipped into a group of Aria’s employees near the dessert table. Another time, he nearly reached her beside the rose arch, but she turned and headed straight for the ladies’ room. She refused to give him the satisfaction of another conversation. Not today. Not when her brother and best friend were finally happy. Not when she had spent the past years learning how to
Cara couldn’t stop smiling. She stood among the elegant crowd in the sunlit garden, watching as Aria and Kayden exchanged vows under a canopy of white roses and twinkling lights. Her best friend looked radiant in her gown, glowing with a kind of happiness Cara hadn’t seen on her in years. Kayden, for once, wasn’t wearing his usual icy scowl—he looked at Aria like she was the only person in the world. It was perfect. Beautiful. Everything they had fought for. Cara was happy for them…truly happy. So why did she feel like something was lodged in her chest? She clasped her hands tighter in front of her champagne-colored dress, forcing the smile to stay in place. ‘Be happy for them,’ she inwardly told herself. ‘You are happy for them.’ But when Aria laughed softly at something Kayden whispered against her lips, a sharp image flashed through Cara’s mind—strong arms, a rare smile, the low rumble of a voice that once promised her the world before he took it all away. ‘Martin.’ The th
Synopsis: Four years ago, Martin Hawthorn shattered Cara Hunt’s heart and walked away without explanation, leaving only a note that ended their passionate, secret love affair. Now the former bodyguard has returned—richer, more powerful, and dangerously magnetic—as the CEO of Hawthorn Pharmaceuticals. But Cara is no longer the woman who would have given up everything for him. She is Mrs. Cara Davis. Married. Respected. Trapped. When Martin reappears at her brother’s wedding, the spark between them ignites instantly—raw, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Cara does everything in her power to avoid him, clinging to the carefully constructed life she’s built. But her marriage is cracking under the weight of a cold, distant husband and a venomous mother-in-law who blames her for their childless home. Every sharp word at her husband’s home reminds her of what she’s missing… and what she once had in Martin’s arms. As old wounds reopen and undeniable chemistry threatens t
The church bells toll gently as Aria stands at the entrance of the aisle. Music swells from the small orchestra near the altar. Mr Morgan stands beside her, dressed in a dark suit, eyes shining with equal parts joy and disbelief. “You look beautiful, Aria,” he murmurs. Seeing Aria today made him miss Amelia so much. She was also very beautiful on their wedding day, like a goddess sent down to earth to bless mere mortals. “Thank you, Dad.” Aria says. Mr Morgan offers his arm and she takes it just as the doors open. The crowd rises as one. Flower petals perfume the air. Light pours through the stained glass windows in soft ribbons of color that fall across the aisle. Aria steps forward. Kayden stands at the altar waiting for her, wearing a suit that fits his powerful frame perfectly. His hair is swept back, his jaw clean shaven. His eyes are fixed on her with a depth that steals her breath. His smile holds nothing but devotion, pride and an overwhelming certainty that he i
***Wedding day*** The door bursts open with a hard shove, slamming against the wall with a loud thud that makes everyone in the room turn. Aria turns in her seat; her stylist pauses in her actions, a powder brush in hand. Cara lets out a gasp that sounds like a scolding waiting to happen.Kayden stands in the doorway, chest rising and falling as if he has run all the way here. For a moment he forgets to breathe entirely. His gaze lands on Aria and stays there, anchoring him in place.He looks smitten, with a wolfish grin on his lips… Completely undone.Aria stares back at him, unable to speak. The room feels too small for the pulse thudding in her ears.Her gown glows beneath the chandelier. Soft ivory silk hugs her waist before flowing into layers of delicate tulle that swirl like mist around her legs. Tiny hand-sewn diamonds sit across the bodice, catching every beam of light and scattering it in gentle shimmers. Her hair is curled and swept into a low bun, pinned with a cluster o
Three days later… Kayden's eyes trailed over Aria as she stepped out of the shower in her fluffy white bathrobe, and he swallowed, taking in the sight before him. Her skin looked flushed with steam surrounding her, her face was bare of makeup, and those soft lips were begging for a kiss… He wante
It took Kayden’s men a minute to take down Master X and his men—a mere 60 seconds. Everything happened so fast that before Master X realized, only he and Steven remained standing, both of them with bullet wounds on their hands, a necessary measure to make them drop their weapons. Two of Kayden’s
4:00pm… A mental institution somewhere in the woods far away from Manhattan… Cold… Extreme coldness is what Aria woke up to, a sharp chill that seeped into her bones even though she could tell she wasn't naked. She tried to open her eyes but shut them immediately due to the bright overhead, larg
Kayden stared at his grandfather's aged face, which was full of cunningness, and began to wonder when the old master's intelligence had begun to dwindle. When Kayden was younger, he held his grandfather in high regard for his intelligence and wisdom, but it seems old age had made him an “old fool.







