LOGIN3"Why?" Damian whispered, leaning down slightly so his warm breath brushed the side of my neck. "Is that why you try to shrink yourself whenever I'm around?"His gaze lingered on mine. "You weren't this afraid of me a year ago.”My heart plummeted into my stomach.Had he noticed? The lingering glances I thought I'd hidden so carefully? The secret breathlessness I'd always fought whenever he walked into a room?Did he know I'd been noticing every glance, every quiet moment between us since the night he'd saved me from Ethan's enemies a year ago, when my husband had been too busy with Sienna to even realize I was missing?"I… I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, pulling back as much as the bar behind me would allow.How could I ever admit something like that out loud?Damian took another step forward, eliminating every inch of space between us.Unwanted heat spread through me instantly, my heart hammering against my ribs and my breath hitching in my chest."Then why di
2 For a moment, I wanted to know what was so urgent that the usually aloof Damian Sterling needed to see me at this hour. Then reality crashed back over me. 'Screw the Sterling family.'I turned on my heel, ignoring the sleek black sedan waiting down the street. I flagged down a passing cab instead. I needed to think. I needed to drown the ache in my chest. I needed to get completely numb.***The club sat on the outer edge of the city—well outside Sterling territory. It was a dim, loud, neutral sanctuary. A place where broken men came to forget and hurting women came to disappear. Perfect. The moment I stepped inside, the bass washed over me. The air smelled of expensive whiskey, heat, and reckless decisions. I slid off my coat, instantly feeling the weight of the room's attention shift toward me. They weren't looking at me as Mrs. Sterling. They were looking at a solitary woman in a mid-thigh red lace dress—an outfit meant for a surprise party with my husband that had turned
AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️ Dear Lovelies, I want to take a moment to say thank you and sorry.Thank you for reading Cara’s story, for waiting patiently for each update, for leaving comments, sharing your thoughts, and for continuing to support me even when the updates have been slower than usual. Unfortunately, I've been trying to write Cara’s story as a standalone but the platform doesn't think it's good enough. Due to that updates on Cara and Martin’s story will be stopped from now on until the story is revised to meet the required standard. I'm sorry if you're already invested in it. The truth is you're not alone, this is one of my favourite stories that I wanted to share with my readers and it hurts me deeply. That said, I'll be updating an entirely different story from now on, titled:“My Husband's Father wants me.” This is a completely different story that is not related to Aria/Kayden's story. It's a standalone. Your messages, votes, reviews, and kind words would mean the world
21Cara and Lucas had barely stepped out of the luxury sedan when a figure stepped into their path near the grand stone pillars of the main entrance.It was Roman—Lucas’s cousin and his fiercest, most ruthless competitor within the Davis empire.For as long as Cara could remember, Roman had been a constant thorn in Lucas’s side, forever plotting to strip him of his standing. He leaned casually against the granite pillar, looking like a gentle scholar with his gold-rimmed glasses perched delicately on his nose, his dark eyes locked onto them. Even though he presented a harmless demeanor in his tailored charcoal suit and amiable smile, Cara knew better than to trust the snake hiding behind those polished manners.Roman’s gaze drifted slowly downward, landing squarely on Cara’s flat stomach with a glint of calculation. “I hear congratulations are in order,” Roman said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You really timed this well, Cousin. Getting your wife pregnant just as Grandfa
Cara didn’t know how the rest of the day had passed after her grueling encounter in Martin's office.She felt completely submerged in a chaotic storm of emotions: guilt, shame, anticipation, and terror. Guilt toward Lucas, whose unconditional gentleness felt like an unbearable weight on her chest. Shame that her body still tingled with betraying warmth whenever she recalled the brutal, possessive way Martin had claimed every inch of her. Anticipation for how the remaining six days of their dark arrangement would pan out—and fear over what would happen if the truth ever came to light.When she had returned to the mansion, she made sure to sneak upstairs without running into Lucas or Madam Davis. Even though she had already washed herself at the agency and done her best to look presentable, her paranoid mind couldn't stop pointing out every tiny flaw in her cover.That was why she had immediately locked herself in her suite's bathroom for a second shower.She stood under the scalding wa
AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️ Dear Lovelies, I just want to take a moment to say thank you. Thank you for reading my story, for waiting patiently for each update, for leaving comments, sharing your thoughts, and for continuing to support me even when the updates have been slower than usual. Every single one of your messages, votes, reviews, and kind words means more to me than I can properly put into words. I know some of you have been wondering why the updates have been slow lately, and I didn’t want to leave you wondering or thinking that I had abandoned the story. The truth is, I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve been undergoing treatment, and although it has been a challenging period for me, I’m grateful to say that I am responding to treatment. ❤️ That alone has given me so much hope and encouragement. Because of this, I haven’t been able to write as consistently as I normally would. Writing requires a lot of concentration and energy, and there have been days when I simply haven’t had eno
“No, please! Let me go!” She protested, violently thrashing her body against him. “Never!” He spat. Aria was filled with fear as the car continued to move away, leaving the hospital behind. ‘Where was he taking her? ... Does Kayden know she has been taken away against her will?’ “Why are you do
“Mrs. Ariana Hunt, can you repeat what you just said?” A bold reporter asked. Jayden made eye contact with James, giving him a silent instruction, to which James nodded, disappearing to the side. “Jayden and I are getting a di…” Aria's remaining words went unheard as the microphone went off. She
“What happened to my father?!” Aria exclaimed.Kayden turned and found Aria behind him with a worried look on her face. ‘Shit! When did she follow him? He didn't even hear her footsteps.’ Realizing no one was answering her question, she tried to open the door wider to ask Mike herself, but Kayden
"Is that important? I nearly lost my and the baby's life there. Shouldn't you worry about that?" After having breakfast this morning and touring the mansion, she felt bored and decided to try some recipes she had seen online to pass the time. The truth is that even though she was practically the







