LOGIN“I swear, I’ll kill you if you don’t back the hell up.” “I much rather you kiss me.” ... Twenty-two-year-old Nora Macie is a master of invisibility. As the maid’s daughter in the suffocating Collins mansion, silence isn't just a virtue, it’s survival. With her college tuition funded by the family who owns her mother’s future, Nora’s plan is simple: graduate, stay quiet, and disappear. That plan shatters when a private, scandalous video is accidentally sent to the one person who can destroy her: Asher Collins. Asher is the ruthless heir to a billion-dollar empire and Nora’s untouchable stepbrother. He holds her fate in his hands, but instead of exposing her, he becomes dangerously obsessed. When he discovers Nora’s hidden crush on the "golden boy" James Porter, Asher makes a proposal she can’t refuse. He will remake her—transforming the invisible girl into a woman who commands every room she enters. The metamorphosis is explosive. Suddenly, Nora is the center of a gravity she didn’t ask for. James Porter finally notices her, and Damien Priest, Asher’s lethal rival, begins circling with predatory interest. Her quiet world unravels as she is thrust into a high-stakes game of desire and power. Asher remains the architect of her transformation, pulling the strings with calculated precision. But as Nora evolves into the unforgettable creature he designed, the lines between mentor and monster begin to blur. He was supposed to be teaching her how to catch another man’s eye, yet he can’t stop watching her himself. In a world of glittering wealth and dark secrets, Nora is no longer hiding. But being noticed comes with a price, and Asher is finding it impossible to remember that she was never meant to be his.
View MoreDAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.For a moment, all I can do is stare at the picture on my screen. A part of me believes it isn’t real…..yes, Nora has mentioned a certain Maave a handful of times, but this could be a prank text.It could be an edited or doctored image….My heart pounds violently against my rib cage. For a moment, I forget how to breathe, my lungs feel like they’ve trapped air in, and my vision blurs, forcing me to grab the handle of my bike.Exiting the messenger app, I pulled up my keypad, dialing Nora’s number. “Come on, Nora, pick up.”I muttered, my fingers drumming on the leather of the bike handle. Her phone rings for what feels like forever, but she doesn't pick up. It only goes to voicemail instead.“Fuck!” I snapped, nearly throwing the phone to the floor. I dialed her number again, waiting and hoping she would pick up this time around.However, the same thing happens… no, this time around, the automated voice from the network provider comes in;“Sorry, but this number
DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.“Sage?” I frowned, my mind trying to piece together how the hell Sage got to even know about this. “How the hell did my sister find a way to tell you about anything that went on inside the house, Blair? She wasn’t even inside, or anywhere near the building.”“She didn’t explain how, okay? She only told me what happened. How am I supposed to know how she got the information?”“Blair..” I let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, my eyes shut tightly for a second, before I glared at her again. “I’m going to say this one final time; I do not like you, you and I will never have that chance you think.” She flinched as if I burned her, eyes full of tears as her lower lip wobbled. “There is nothing you say or do that will ever change that fact. Please stop now; this is hard to watch and embarrassing.I don’t play about Nora; I love that woman more than my life. I don’t care about the lengths I have to go to; I will protect her interests at all costs
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The silence Blair left upon her exit was deafening, high-pitched, and could probably detonate a bomb. My knees felt weak, but for some reason, I hadn’t hit the floor yet. From a distance, I heard what sounded like the joined voices of Maeve and Elena speaking loudly into my ears. Perhaps they were trying to convince me that Blair was lying…but all I could hear were those six words Blair had said;He came many times.The words were like claws, shredding whatever confidence I’d tried to summon these last two days, ever since Damien and I talked. All of a sudden, I could barely breathe, or cry….or feel. My world had lost color, too. The corset was too tight, the material of the dress felt itchy against my skin, and I wanted to rip it off my body.My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could hear my breathing coming out in sharp, rushed spurts. If Damien had touched her, come to me, then touched me with that skin, I would scratch my skin off. He looked me in the eye w
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.After a grueling five hours of Maeve and Elena teaming up to throw me into different, skin-tight dresses and heels that looked like they'd break my neck and ankle at the same time if I dared trip over air, I was ready to tap out. But I knew I couldn't dare do it... Maeve and Elena would bite my head off.“I think this dress would be much better than that last one she tried on.” I heard Elena whisper to Maeve from the other side of the VIP shopping area, where I sat. I was on my feet for so long, I couldn’t bear another minute of standing, not with the way my ankles ached.“Oh yes! That one will have everyone staring at her tonight. Nora, what do you think?” They turned to me, pushing the dress up.“Huh? Oh….it looks good.” I said absentmindedly, barely caring anymore. I didn’t mind putting on a sackcloth. I just need to do anything besides get thrown into a dressing room, only to see Maeve and Elena shake their head with disappointment before throwing another dre
MEAVE’S POINT OF VIEW.My heartbeat was so loud, I was worried my eardrums would burst; my earlier confidence in my disguise skills dipped. “Y-you knew?” I squeaked.“Be careful not to use your real voice. Allister could be lurking around somewhere. And yes, I knew….you think that a wig and worn cl
DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.The SUV pulled up to the iron gates of Allister’s estate. In less than no time, Peter sped up to the front, and I hopped out before he could even stop. The second I stepped in, Margo, his housekeeper, greeted me. “Mr. Priest, welcome.” She says with a polite nod. “Let that
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The air in the living room suite was still thick with the scent of us, of the nerve oil, our sweat, and the mangled musk of Damien’s cologne. A couple of seconds after he came, he pulled out of me, lifted me; not that I could have walked two steps….my legs were jellified.Taki
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The mention of the sex tape felt like a low blow to my lower belly. I stared at him, waiting for the disbelief to hit; the questions, the gut-wrenching hurt. Five seconds passed, then ten…But I did not feel it. I stared at him, my face as emotionless as my heart. I looked strai












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