LOGINMadam Davis stepped out of the car into the parking lot of First Class Hospital, her shoulders slumped and her face etched with defeat. The truth about her son's condition had grown heavier on her chest. Madam Davis had turned deathly pale. The doctor even recommended Intravaginal Insemination (IVI) using donor semen. He had given them an encouraging smile. “If your husband doesn't want to adopt, you can try that. In fact, your ovulation window begins in three days. I strongly advise you to take full advantage of it. Reduce stress as much as possible and—” Cara barely registered the rest of the advice. Her mind reeled. She was healthy. All the blame, the insults, the years of silent judgment… It had never been her fault. “Shouldn't we call Lucas and tell him the results?” Cara asked the older woman. Madam Davis glared at her.“We can tell Lucas later when he comes home. Do you think this is something that should be discussed over the phone? How insensitive.” Cara bit back a res
After 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
Aria couldn't make out Kayden's words from behind the glass walls, but she could tell from his expression that whatever call he received didn't contain good news. She saw Kayden say some words before hanging up and approaching the door with a neutral look on his face. Kayden closed the glass d
“Now we just have a teeny tiny problem. How are we going to escape from Dad? Do you have any bright ideas?” Kayden asked, and Aria gave him a mischievous smile. “I thought you'd never ask. Just leave Dad to me; I'll be right back,” she said and turned her back to him. “Would you help me with my z
30 minutes ago… Kayden had just stepped out of the bedroom and was talking to the staff to set breakfast when his phone began to ring again… It was Randy. “Boss, you're not going to like this… It's—” “Speak!” Kayden demanded, cutting him off. “It's Master X… He escaped from police custody—” “
Kayden felt her clench so hard around him, and it nearly pushed him over the edge. He chased her orgasm with her, moving slowly to ease her down from the peak. When at last the storm passed, Aria collapsed back against the glass wall, thoroughly spent and utterly satisfied. She pushed agains







