เข้าสู่ระบบLiora: I trusted them. My Stepmother, my sister and even the man I married. But trust was my biggest mistake. One night my blood soaked the floor and my stepmother's words echoed like a curse "No one wants you here!" Before ending my life brutally with a machete. But fate wasn't done with me. I woke up years earlier, on the very day I sealed my doom by marrying the wrong man. With the past now in my grasp, I am no longer the naive girl they betrayed. I am now the little dotted wife of the most dangerous man to exist and with his power and mine together I shall bring them to their knees. Damien: Liora chose him. Not me.She walked away from everything we could’ve had and straight into the arms of a pathetic fool. I begged her not to marry Ethan. She told me she’d rather die. But now something’s changed. She’s wittier, colder and carries secrets behind those soft blue eyes. She asked me to marry her out of nowhere. A marriage of convenience, she said. Just a year. But I will be damned if I ever let her go.
ดูเพิ่มเติมDamienHow are you, my love? Call me if you need anything. Just checking on you.I stared at the message before hitting send.It was pathetic, this stiff, watered-down attempt at normalcy. But I didn’t want to make things more awkward between Liora and me than they already were. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the kind of man I was. She knew I was hiding something… especially after she asked me who Cynthia was and I couldn’t give her a straight answer.And now?Now I knew Cynthia wasn’t Cynthia at all.Just Smith’s reckless, mischievous girlfriend wearing whatever name suited her mission.A woman bold enough to dig into my life.Smart enough to mask her trail.Stupid enough to think she could get away with it.When I stepped back into the living room, the atmosphere was different. Breakfast trays pushed aside. Drake and Kingsley were done eating. Only Smith remained hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen, his fingers typing with the frantic rhythm of a man trying to untangle th
DamienKingsley’s mouth dropped open.Drake actually blinked twice, like he was trying to reset his ears.But I just stared.Still.Cold.“Your… girlfriend?”My voice came out controlled, a razor dragged across silence.Smith flinched as the word cut him.He nodded once, guilt crawling over his face.I didn’t speak.He did.“Last night I noticed a notification on my system,” he began, voice low, shaky. “A security alert. Someone accessed my encrypted vault, the one I store the Valerie files in. At first, I thought it was a glitch.”My jaw tightened.He swallowed.“But when I opened the breach log… I saw it wasn’t a glitch. Whoever accessed it had full clearance. They didn’t guess the password, they had it. Which meant someone physically touched my laptop.”I narrowed my eyes.Smith continued, shame dragging every word.“So I checked the feed from my internal cam.”He hesitated.“It’s a miniature camera integrated into the frame. You told me to install it years ago for situations exact
DamienIt was almost midnight, and the house felt still, aware of my breathing, and my impatience. The clock on the wall ticked with the kind of arrogance only inanimate things have. Each second scraped against my nerves.Still no call.I stood behind the mini bar, one hand braced on the cold marble counter, the other wrapped around a glass I wasn’t drinking from. Smith sat across from me, laptop open, screens casting sharp blue light across his face.“She should’ve called by now,” I muttered, jaw clenched. “It’s like she can smell the trap. Like she knows exactly how far she can push me.”Smith didn’t look up. “Or she’s scared, boss. Cornered animals wait until you blink first.”I scoffed. “Cynthia doesn’t get scared. She gets calculated.”Before he could answer, Kingsley walked in, cracking his knuckles like he’d been practicing violence in the hallway.“Boss, forget her. When I find that woman, I’ll crush her with my bare hands.” He raised both fists in the air as if demonstrating
DamienThe past…It never really dies.You bury it, move cities.Build a life that looks clean on the surface.But the moment someone goes digging, it rises like smoke under a locked door.And this time, it was coming straight for Liora but from my own mistakes.I stood in the dim living room of one of my old apartments far outside the city, tucked between empty industrial roads and warehouses nobody cared about—no security detail. No noise. Just quiet enough for my thoughts to claw at me.I told Liora I was traveling, but I hadn’t gone anywhere.I needed space to think, to strategize, and most importantly, to figure out who the hell Cynthia was…and why she was threatening me with a story I had buried so well.Valerie.A name I promise not to recognize again.A woman I slept with.A death I apparently caused.None of it made sense.My phone vibrated again.Cynthia is calling…The name flashed across the screen like a wound.I didn’t pick up.I stood there, jaw clenched hard, letting th
Liora Three whole months since Ethan’s death rippled through the city like a sudden storm… and just as quickly, Kate and Dawn vanished.No goodbyes.No explanations.No dramatic exit.Gone, like they were never here at all.For years, Kate strutted around like a queen lion protecting her cub, claw
Kate“We’re sorry, ma’am. But the new management has left strict instructions. No entry for you.”That sentence wouldn’t leave me alone.It kept replaying in my head, over and over, like someone had carved it into the inside of my skull.Every time it echoed, my stomach tightened again. My fingers
KateMadam… are you lost? I’m asking because you’re just… standing in the compound like you own the whole place.”I turned slowly.The girl couldn’t be older than twenty-five. Neatly ironed uniform, clipped ID tag, a little too much confidence for someone whose job depended on smiling at strangers.
KateThe glass doors of the caregiver center slide shut behind me with a cold hiss, like the place is exhaling in relief that I’m gone.My heels click sharply against the pavement as I walk toward my car, but my mind is too clouded to hear anything clearly. Even the sunlight feels intrusive, bright






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