تسجيل الدخولMorana Greene died loving the wrong man. She built Lancaster Pharmaceuticals beside Xavier, trusted him, defended him, loved him and gave him everything including her blood, her genius and five years of her life. Then she found out the truth. The marriage was fake and the blood he’d been extracting was funding an empire built on illegal trials. When she stopped being useful, he told the doctor to continue anyway and watched the machines drain the last of her life while she lay on a hospital bed. Reborn one month before her death, Morana remembers everything. This time she won’t beg for love and she won’t forgive. Xavier thinks she still belongs to him. He has no idea she’s already planning his downfall. And when the ruthless industry titan Tristan Rothschild offers her a cold contractual marriage to reclaim her stolen empire? Morana doesn’t believe in coincidence anymore. But she’ll use every weapon she has including a billionaire who wants nothing to do with feelings to burn her enemies to the ground.
عرض المزيدMorana’s POVWe stayed at the farm for another week after the anniversary, longer than we’d originally planned and somewhere in the quiet mornings. The ridiculous chicken chaos and the slow unhurried evenings, I found myself thinking about what came next in a way that had nothing to do with strategy.“I want to do something,” I said one morning, sitting on the porch steps with coffee going cold in my hands.Tristan looked up from where he was attempting, with limited success, to repair a section of fence Gerald had apparently decided needed reorganizing.“What kind of something?”“We got married in fifteen minutes at City Hall. With witnesses who were basically strangers, for reasons that had nothing to do with choosing each other and everything to do with survival.” I grunned at him. “I want to do it again. Properly. Not legally, we don’t need that part twice. Just for us.”He set down the fence post he’d been holding and came to sit beside me on the steps.“A ceremony,” he said.“Sm
Tristan’s POVThe gala has been exactly one year ago tonight. I hadn’t planned anything extravagant. No garden with fairy lights, no private jet, none of the grand gestures I’d apparently developed a habit of over the past months. Just the farmhouse, quiet, the fireplace lit against the early autumn cold and a bottle of wine I’d chosen myself instead of asking Reid to source something impressive.Morana was upstairs changing out of her farm clothes and I stood in the kitchen doing something I hadn’t done in longer than I could accurately remember. Nothing. Just standing there waitin and letting the quiet exist without filling it with a phone call or a report or the next necessary task.A year ago tonight I’d watched her walk into that ballroom in a dress she hadn’t worn in five years and something in me had recognized her before she’d even reached the entrance, some part of my mind that had been cataloging her for six years finally understanding that the distance I’d maintained was ab
Morana’s POVHe cancelled Friday at 4 PM, forty minutes before we were supposed to leave for the farm, standing in the doorway of his office with his phone still in his hand and an expression I recognized immediately because I’d spent five years learning to read exactly this look on someone else’s face.“Reid needs me for a call,” he said. “European investors, something about the Milan acquisition timeline. I have to take it.”“Now?”“It’s urgent.”“Everything’s urgent to someone,” I said and I heard the edge in my own voice before I’d fully decided to let it show. “That’s what makes it urgent. You taught me that.”“This is different.”“How?”“It’s a genuine timing issue, not something Reid could have anticipated. The investors are in a different time zone, this is the only window that works for everyone.”I felt something cold settle in my chest, familiar in a way that had nothing to do with Tristan specifically and everything to do with five years of learning that plans meant nothin
Morana’s POVDr. Storms ran the Friday board meeting without me for the first time in months. I found out how it went from a text summary Felix sent afterward instead of sitting through it myself and something about that felt like an actual milestone worth acknowledging.She handled the Hendricks acquisition question better than you would have. Don’t tell her I said that. Felix texted.I heard that, came Yemi’s response in the same thread, apparently added by Felix without my knowledge. And thank you, I think.I set the phone down and looked at Tristan across the kitchen island, where he was reading something on his own phone with an expression that suggested Reid had sent something equally reassuring.“Rothschild’s quarterly numbers came in,” he said. “Reid presented them himself. Investors didn’t ask a single question about my absence.”“Should we be offended by that?”“Deeply offended,” he said, not looking up. “Apparently we’re replaceable.”“Apparently we built something that do
Tristan’s POV The deal closed at 6:47 on a Saturday morning. I know the exact time because my assistant sent the confirmation while I was still in the car heading to the office and I read it once then put my phone face down on the seat. Four billion dollars for Veltane Pharmaceuticals. We have h
Morana’s POV Xavier mentioned the gala the same way he mentioned everything he didn’t want me involved in which was right before leaving the room. It seems like he wanted to take his LEGAL wife to go there. “It’s a pharmaceutical fundraiser and too formal. You’d be bored.” He adjusted his cuffl
Morana’s POV By the time Xavier came down for breakfast, I was already seated and was waiting for him. Exactly where I was supposed to be and how it has been for years. I came down early to make sure everything was ready then waited. “The Cook really made my favorites.” I glanced up as he walke
Morana’s POV I felt air slam into my lungs in a way it does when one drowned and came back to life. I gasped sharply as my body jerked upright. My chest heaved my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me as if I were still drowning in that cold darkness. That taste of nothingness that felt like


















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