MasukOne divorce. One hundred dollars. One hell of a mistake. Katherine West had it all, until her husband, George, dropped a bomb on their five-year anniversary: He’s gay, he’s in love, and she’s evicted. Left with a frozen bank account and a shattered heart, Katherine decides to go out with a bang. She spends her last hundred dollars on the most dangerous-looking man at The Gilded Lily, hoping for one night of friction to erase five years of lies. It worked. It was the best mistake of her life. Until the next morning, when a court order forces Katherine and George to live together for ninety days of marriage counseling. George has lost his fortune and moved them into his mysterious new lover’s penthouse to save face. The door opens, and Katherine meets her new landlord: Killian McLeroy. The man she hired last night. The man her husband calls the love of his life." Now, Katherine is trapped in a house of glass with the man who knows her body, the man who stole her husband, and a secret that could burn all of Manhattan down. Ninety days. Two enemies. One bed. Let the games begin.
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 60Katherine’s POVKillian’s words were still sitting in the air when the night lights shifted to full transparency mode. Every corridor camera woke up. Every mic gained an extra sensitivity. The service alcove that had once felt like the only honest square foot left in the building now hummed like the rest of the house.I didn’t answer him.I walked out.By the time the morning intercom crackled, the entire warehouse already knew the new rules were not decorative.Contestant 11 was waiting outside the women’s wing with two coffees and a smile that belonged to a man who had just been handed a loaded weapon.“You look like someone who slept on concrete,” he said, holding one cup out. “I brought the strong kind. You’re going to need it. The board updated overnight. Preference points are already moving. My name is climbing. Killian’s is holding. George’s is… decorative.”I took the cup without drinking. “You’re still temporary.”“Temporary is currently first place. Temporary gets
Chapter 59Katherine’s POVI didn’t wait for morning.I walked straight into the control booth corridor with the metadata still open on the smuggled phone and the production equipment list folded once in my pocket. Two organizers were already there, one of the sharp-cheeked women from the cash-offer meeting and the older man with the headset permanently glued to his ear. Molly hovered near the monitors like she could already smell the blood in the water.I held the phone up so the screen faced them.“Device ID matches a production camera assigned to the night team. Not a contestant phone. Not a smuggled device. One of yours. The still frame of Killian and Serena was taken by someone on your payroll three days after the suite night and then fed into the house group chat like it was organic. Explain it before I explain it to the entire internet.”The sharp-cheeked woman’s mouth opened. Closed. It opened again.“Katherine…”“Don’t. The metadata doesn’t lie and neither do the equipment lo
Chapter 58Katherine’s POVThe second the name left my mouth the arena became a live wire.Killian didn’t move. He just stood under the lights with that particular stillness he reserved for the exact moment before something expensive broke. His eyes found mine across the chaos and held. No shouting. No dramatic exit. Just ice-cold fury mixed with something sharper that looked a lot like genuine hurt. I felt it land in my chest anyway.George, for once, looked almost relieved. Being the only man publicly losing had apparently been heavier than he admitted.Contestant 11 whose name I still refused to use inclined his head once, the smallest, most proprietary nod in the history of reality television. The Alliance Board updated in real time. Green lines multiplied around his name like vines claiming new territory.I didn’t wait for the post-vote interviews. I walked straight off the stage and into the first corridor that still had partial cover. He followed, of course. The new ranking cam
Chapter 57 Third person POV The photo hit the house group chat at 1:14 a.m. By 1:17 every phone in both wings had it open. By 1:22 the Alliance Board had already auto-generated a new cluster labeled Unexplained Proximity. By 1:30 Molly’s headset was buzzing so hard she nearly threw it across the control booth. Katherine sat on the edge of her bed staring at the timestamp until the numbers burned. Three days after the suite. After the ranking. After every single “the arrangement is finished” speech. She did not cry. She stood up, changed into the sharpest black set the producers had stocked, and walked straight into the main arena before the night lights had even finished dimming. Killian was already there. So was Serena. So was half the house, because the group chat had done the producers’ job for them. Katherine didn’t wait for a microphone. “Interesting photo,” she said, voice carrying clean across the empty stage. “Faces close. Hand on waist. Timestamp three days aft
Chapter 3Katherine's eyelids fluttered against the assault of dawn, but the sun was merciless, a golden informant spilling secrets through the expansive glass walls of the penthouse. It wasn't a gentle awakening; it was a brutal intrusion, the light slicing like a serrated blade straight into the
Chapter 2The heavy beat of the club throbbed in perfect, cruel synchrony with the pulse beneath Katherine’s palm where the hundred-dollar bill lay flattened against the polished bar top. Killian didn’t reach for it right away. He studied the crumpled note the way a collector might examine a flawe
Chapter 1The smell of $400-an-ounce ambergris and sterile marble was the first thing that hit Katherine when she walked into the kitchen that evening, the scent of a life she was being violently purged from. It clung to the back of her throat like expensive regret.“I’m divorcing you, Katherine. A
Chapter 20George stood in the hallway like a sentry of vengeance, his chest puffed out with a sickening sense of righteousness. He had discarded the cold coffees in a nearby bin, feeling a surge of adrenaline that made him forget the aches of the Floor 42 bullpen.Finally, he thought, his heart ra






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