LOGINStella thought her marriage would get better with the addition of a baby but everything changed when her twin sister returns to take her place and her baby is in the way no one can protect her and her child except for her. "I have signed the divorce agreement, send it in." This was her final message to her billionaire husband of three years before disappearing without a trace. But her husband tore the divorce papers, losing his substitute wife was never part of his plan. He glared at his personal assistant, "Find her!"
View MoreStella POV I stared at Devon for a long moment. Not in shock. Not even in anger. But in pure disbelief at the sheer audacity of the man sitting across from me. The bright office lights illuminated every sharp line of his face. His tailored suit was as immaculate as ever, the dark fabric fitting perfectly across his broad shoulders. His hair was styled neatly, not a strand out of place, as if he had stepped out of a magazine. His words he had just spoken echoed loudly in the room. We are still legally married. The arrogance of that statement was impressive. For a brief moment, the urge to laugh threatened to rise in my chest. Instead, I inhaled slowly. Then I stood. The chair scraped lightly against the polished floor as I rose from the desk. I moved away from him deliberately, walking toward the tall shelf along the wall that held neatly arranged binders and research files. I refused to sit there and let his words stir the anger building inside me. If I stayed busy, I would
STELLA POVThe laboratory was quiet except for the faint hum of the ventilation system and the soft ticking of the temperature monitors mounted along the wall. Bright white lights shone from long panels across the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a clean, clinical glow. Every surface reflected that light—the polished counters, the glass beakers arranged neatly on metal racks, the stainless steel equipment that lined the workstations.The air carried a faint sterile scent, a mixture of disinfectant and chemicals that had long since become familiar to me. It was the kind of smell most people would find sharp or unpleasant, but to me it meant progress.I leaned forward slightly, peering through the microscope.The cool metal edge rested lightly against my brow as I adjusted the focus knob with slow precision. Beneath the glass slide, the sample shifted into clearer view, delicate structures sharpening under the magnified lens.My fingers moved carefully, steady from years of practice.
Kenzie dunk the entire glass of alcohol down her throat immediately the glass was set in front of her. "More!" She shouted and slammed the glass on the table in front of her, fortunately, the glass didn't break but it earned her a lot of stares from still sobbing people trying to enjoy their evening. A young man, in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up which exposed his muscles and had a lot of women at the bar swooning over him, he walked over to Kenzie behind the counter with a bottle of whiskey. "I mean, I know they didn't want to give me a chance in the first place but…" Kenzie trailed off with a slur in her words. The bartender pours her drink and then closes the bottle back. "But what?" The bartender asked, encouraging her to speak further, Kenzie blinked continuously as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "But what they did was too much! Why are they putting on a show like that? It's an interview to be a bodyguard!" She continued, her voice was very loud and the low m
The music in the ballroom had just started to swell when I felt it—that familiar, uncomfortable sensation of being watched.Not the casual glances guests exchanged across the hall, but something sharper. Intentional.I ignored it at first.But the feeling lingered.I straightened slowly and glanced toward the entrance.And that was when I saw them.Three figures stood near the tall archway leading into the hall, their posture stiff, their eyes locked directly on me.My chest tightened.For a moment, the sounds of laughter and music around me faded into a dull blur.Estelle.She stood in the center like she always had—poised, immaculate, and radiating the same cold authority I remembered. Her silver-blonde hair was styled into a sleek twist at the back of her head, and the dark emerald dress she wore hugged her tall frame like armor. Even across the crowded hall, I could see the sharpness in her gaze.Beside her stood Richard, his expression stern and unreadable, his arms folded tightl
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