Vengeance is her's, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?
View MoreKELLAN'S P.O VI left the windows open tonight. The cool early evening air creased the curtains and filled my lungs. I had left the office early today to come back home. Deeds were done, contracts were signed so there was no need to stay behind. I was welcomed by the cold silence of my house, the pictures of Ashley everywhere, and the dull but constant ache in my chest.The evening passed by as I went through my new rigid routine. First, the shower where I stood under the cold water, then dinner, which I made myself or ordered, a shot of whiskey or bourbon, and I'll call it a night.The curtains billowed when I stepped out from the shower, I rubbed a hand across my face and exhaled, ready to get on with dinner and drinking or drinking and dinner, or just drinking, when my phone buzzed with an incoming call.Martin's name flashed on the screen making my brows furrow. He never called without reason but recently, our relationship had shifted from Boss and employee to having some sort o
ASHLEY'S P.O.VThe Harringtons' garden used to be a place of comfort; now it was a place for planning, strategizing, and preparing to bring two narcissistic, egotistic people down.As a teenager, I'd sneak out of my room at night to bathe in the moonlight, listen to the soothing sound of the wind and crickets. I loved it when the soil shifted beneath my feet, when the moon was milky and the flowers blooming.The garden used to be my place of escape, maybe that's why I've been having my meetings with Dominic here.Genevieve and Leonard are eager for the wedding to commence as soon as possible so they can be together as ‘In-laws’ and keep their power games longer. It disgusts me how elated Genevieve is whenever she sees me with Dominic.So far, the young Beau and I have been putting up a facade. We pretend to spend time in each other's company, get along, and discuss how the marriage will benefit us. Genevieve and his father think we're getting more acquainted and have already hired a w
KELLAN P.O.VToday hit me harder than usual. Maybe it's because my employees were giving me the side eyes ever since I haven't been able to concentrate properly and keep Lockra's growth going, or maybe it's because the Ashley-shaped hole in my heart throbs hard today.Unbearably torturous.Because today makes it five months since she left me. Five months of not truly living, but rather... existing. Five months of trying to ‘move on’ but realizing that my whole life is a circle, and no matter how hard I run, how frequently I buried myself in work, I'd always come back to the same place, and without Ashley, that place was not just empty. It was hell.Agonizing, biting, and enough to make a grown man crumble. I’ve broken glass in my own home, downed whiskey like it might burn the pain inside me, I've expanded Lockra, bought more properties than I needed to fill the depthless void that was birthed the day Ashley left with July.It's been five months and I'm already accepting the fact tha
ASHLEY'S P.O.V“I think I need to sit down” I mumbled breathlessly.My legs felt like shaky twigs; if it was due to the baby in my stomach or the shock from Dominic's age, I couldn't tell. I planted a hand on the chair as I gently settled down.A relieved exhale left me and the pressure on my bladder loosened “Much better” Dominic, however, was still standing, his cheeks were red, and he fumbled with his fingers. “Are you okay? Is it the baby?” I opened my mouth to speak, but my daughter chose to kick me hard in that moment. My eyes squinted as I let out a small wince. “I'm fine.”Dominic was instantly at my side, his hand hovered near my elbow in uncertainty, then dropped and hovered again as if he couldn't decide if he should touch me. “I don't think you're fine.” His voice was laced with panic. “Should I call for help? Do you need water? Are you in labour, you don't look far gone”Despite myself and the situation, I chuckled lightly. Dominic reminded me of my friend Sydney who wa
ASHLEY'S P.O.VIf I were to be honest, and I mean brutally honest, my father's life wasn't worth the hassleIt's not that I hate my father but I wouldn't say I loved him either. Pete was just a shadow in my life, always there but present. He was better than Genevieve, though, giving that he was the parent who attended all my school functions and recitals— albeit reluctantly.So why am I doing this? Letting Genevieve use me because of my ‘father's safety’? Maybe it's guilt, perhaps a part of me cares more than I'm ready to admit, or perhaps I just don't want to lose both parents because, as far as I'm concerned, Genevieve Cece Harrington is dead to me.The moment she threatened me in front of Leonard Beau was the moment my illusion of her cracked and shattered into pieces.I had been trying to paint a saint out of a demon. Genevieve doesn't care about me; she doesn't care about my daughter. All she wants is power and control.So she lied about her cancer, lied about my father's whereab
ASHLEY'S P.O VI had a plan And yes, I was still living in the Harrington's manor with the evil known as Genevieve Cece Harrington.As a young girl, I craved for her attention, her presence. I wanted my mother to sit with me while we binged-watch cheesy rom-coms. I wanted her to tell me which colour of nail varnish would suit me best, I longed to experience the mother–daughter relationship I had seen so much around me.But with each passing day, each birthday she forgot, and every single milestone of mine she missed, I was convinced that I would never get that. And I found a way to live with it; I did.I chalked Genevieve's absence to the fact that she was taking care of our empire and legacy. I turned a blind eye when my mother and father started keeping lovers outside their marriage. I convinced my mind that Genevieve didn't know how to love, that was why she always guilt-tripped me into doing her will, gaslighted me into obedience, and made me feel like I was worthless without th
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