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—SAMANTHA— Suddenly the sound of Amore’s laughter outside the car shattered the moment like fragile glass. “Jesus Christ! Amore is here!” I panicked and jerked back, my pulse roaring in my ears as Dalton finally let me go. He muttered a curse under his breath. His expression was unreadable, but his fingers flexed slightly, as if already missing the contact. I scrambled to fix my hair, my cheeks burning. What the hell was that?! When the car door swung open, Amore’s bright voice filled the silence. "Mom! Dad! Grandma let me bake cookies—" She froze, her big eyes darting between us. "Why are you guys just sitting here?" Dalton cleared his throat, shifting effortlessly into the role of the easygoing father. "Just talking, kiddo. Cookies, huh? Save any for us?" Amore giggled, oblivious to the tension still crackling in the air. "Maybe if you’re lucky!" I forced a smile, but my hands trembled and unbuckled my seatbelt. Dalton’s touch still burned against my skin, his words echoing
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—SAMANTHA POV— The world around me felt like it had collapsed, crumbling into nothing but ashes of betrayal. I could barely breathe, barely stand, as I watched the man I had once believed in. “How could you do this, Zeke?” My voice wavered, tight and trembling, but I forced the words out. I needed answers. I needed him to tell me any of this wasn’t real. Zeke pulled away from Ophelia and walked leisurely around his mahogany desk, his movements slow, almost casual, as though this was nothing. “What does it matter, Samantha?” His voice was eerily calm, dismissive, as if I had walked in on something trivial. My fists tightened. My entire body shook with rage and disbelief. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Zeke took a step closer, and my stomach turned as he stood in front of me, his flimsy prick smeared with precum hung limp in between his zippers, the son of a bitch was still half-hard, and the sight of him—so unapologetic, so shameless—burned my inside
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—SAMANTHA—“He won't.”She frowned. “What do you mean?”I leaned my head back against the pillow. “This marriage involving me wasn’t even Zeke’s choice. It was his grandfather’s idea—the old man pushed for it, all to cover up the scandal.” Mary Jane’s eyebrows shot up. “So?”“So, the only person who can end this marriage is me. If I file for a divorce, the Frost family will make the press twist the entire story; the people will mistake me for my sister Gina and would think I left Zeke because I couldn't handle the guilt, in the end, Zeke will gain sympathy."Mary Jane’s face turned red with rage and she flared up again. "That’s ridiculous! The Frost family—they are the ones who should be ashamed for exploiting your sister and when she was no longer in use, they decided to use you as a pawn! They are ingrates!” A wave of weariness hit me. “Please, don’t get worked up over it.”“How can I not?!” She snapped. “Sammie, this isn’t fair! You’re suffering, and they’re getting away with it!
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—SAMANTHA—I stormed towards Zeke’s study and shoved the door open without knocking. My chest heaved with anger, my nails digging into my palms as I took in the scene before me.Zeke sat behind his large mahogany desk, the top two buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest and the slender curve of his attractive neck. Ophelia perched on his desk like she owned the place. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, while her perfectly manicured fingers teased with the collar of his shirt. The sight made my stomach churn.Ophelia gasped the moment she saw me, her eyes widening in fake surprise. Then, as if I were a monster, she quickly stepped behind Zeke, clutching his sleeve like a frightened child. "Z-Zeke," she whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "She looks… angry."Angry?I was furious.Zeke’s brows furrowed as he stood up, his jaw tightening. "Samantha, stop scaring Ophelia. What the hell do you think you’re doing?"Was he being serious right now?Me? Scaring Ophel
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—SAMANTHA—I didn’t know how long I sat there in Zeke’s study after they left. Minutes? Hours? It all blurred together.By the time I finally stood up and walked out of the home office, the mansion was filled with the shrill of laughter and chatter. I could hear them downstairs—Zeke, Ophelia, and the rest of his family, enjoying their evening like nothing had happened.Like I didn’t exist.I ignored it and stepped into the dimly lit corridor, my body aching with every movement.Then ahead of me, I saw them.Amore and Maya stood at the end of the hall, waiting for me. My daughter’s small hands clutched the hem of her nightgown, her big, tired eyes searching my face the moment she saw me."Madam," Maya said softly, "she couldn’t sleep."I forced a smile, though the pain in my face made it nearly impossible. "Come here, bunny."Amore ran to me immediately, wrapping her arms around my waist. I held her close, inhaling the faint scent of her strewberry shampoo.When I pulled back, her lit
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—SAMANTHA— Suddenly the sound of Amore’s laughter outside the car shattered the moment like fragile glass. “Jesus Christ! Amore is here!” I panicked and jerked back, my pulse roaring in my ears as Dalton finally let me go. He muttered a curse under his breath. His expression was unreadable, but his fingers flexed slightly, as if already missing the contact. I scrambled to fix my hair, my cheeks burning. What the hell was that?! When the car door swung open, Amore’s bright voice filled the silence. "Mom! Dad! Grandma let me bake cookies—" She froze, her big eyes darting between us. "Why are you guys just sitting here?" Dalton cleared his throat, shifting effortlessly into the role of the easygoing father. "Just talking, kiddo. Cookies, huh? Save any for us?" Amore giggled, oblivious to the tension still crackling in the air. "Maybe if you’re lucky!" I forced a smile, but my hands trembled and unbuckled my seatbelt. Dalton’s touch still burned against my skin, his words echoing
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—SAMANTHA— Jessica's voice was like poison in my ears. She stepped closer, wearing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was evil. Cold. And it sent chills down my spine. I didn’t move. I stood my ground, refusing to let her see how uneasy I felt.She leaned close, her perfume stinging my nose. “I’m warning you. Stay away from Dalton, Samantha. You’re not in his league. You’re just… temporary. A toy. Something new and shiny he’ll soon throw away!" Her words were ruthless, like ice crawling down my back. But I didn’t move. I didn’t step away. I kept my eyes on her, even though I wanted to stagger. My hands were tight fists at my sides. My nails dug into my palms, but I didn’t care. I just needed to stay strong in front of her. I knew what she was trying to do: break me down, scare me. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.She studied me for a long, suffocating moment before her lips twisted. "Enjoy your borrowed time because it wont last," she finally murmured, so low only I co
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—SAMANTHA— I left Shirley’s office with the jewelry box held tightly in my hand. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I couldn’t even think straight. That necklace—it was too much. Too beautiful. Too expensive. Too… personal.Why would Dalton give something like that to me?My fingers tightened around the velvet case as I marched down the sleek hallway of Apex Corporation, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Employees whispered as I passed, their eyes darting between my face and the box I carried like it was a ticking bomb. I ignored them. Right now, only one person had the answers I needed. "Dalton," I muttered under my breath, picking up my pace. But just as I reached his office door, Adam appeared in front of me, stepping smoothly into my path. I frowned. “Excuse me. I need to talk to Dalton.”Adam gave a polite smile, but his tone was firm. “Mr. Montclair is currently in a meeting. He left instructions for me to take you to the dress store. Your appointment is a
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—SAMANTHA POV— My heart stuttered when Dalton's command sliced through the silence. "Come here." Two simple words that sent my pulse skittering. I hadn't realized I'd been frozen in place. Maybe for two minutes... maybe longer. I didn’t know until his voice snapped me out of it, my feet suddenly heavy as lead. "I won't repeat myself, Samantha." he said, his voice lower this time... almost dangerous.Swallowing the knot in my throat, the warning in his tone had me moving before I could think better of it. Each step felt stiff, awkward, like I was walking straight into the lion’s den. My fingers twisted together as I crossed the office, each step measured, too aware of his gaze tracking my every movement like a predator watching prey. Did he want to scold me? Did he want to hit me after all I slapped his fianceé? Finally, when I reached Dalton’s Massive desk, my toes curled in my shoes. I lifted my eyes slowly, feeling painfully aware of the silence in the office.Dalton’s han
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—SAMANTHA POV— Dalton and I sat at the back seat of the Maybach while James drove us to God knows where.I rested my head against the window, watching the city roll by. Tall buildings, busy streets, people rushing about their lives. It all felt like a different world compared to the quiet bubble I was trapped in with Dalton.Before I knew it, the sleek car slowed to a stop. My brows pulled up at the massive skyscraper in front of us.Wait. What?Dalton’s company?The building was huge, towering proudly into the sky.Its glass walls glittered under the sunlight like a mountain made of diamonds. Through the transparent sides, I could even catch glimpses of workers moving professionally inside.People in suits were walking in and out of the entrance, carrying briefcases, while some were standing talking into earpieces looking important.Dalton got out and opened my door without a word."Let's go in," he said simply.I quickly obeyed, and before I could adjust my skirt properly, he had
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—SAMANTHA POV— Sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting golden rays across the bed. I stirred, yawning lazily, stretching my arms above my head… only to freeze.Something heavy… something warm… definitely male was draped across my waist.My heart jumped to my throat.Someone was beside me?A man?!Panic jolted through my veins, and I twisted vigorously, ready to fight. But the moment I turned and my eyes landed on him, I went completely still.Dalton.My mouth fell open in shock, and I forgot how to breathe.His face was few inches away from mine, his messy, curly black hair tousled against the pillow, his thick brows resting beautifully on his cheeks, and his lips—God, those full lips slightly parted as he slept. He looked… he looked like a Greek God lying there.Strong. Beautiful. Untouchable.Seconds bled into minutes, and I just kept staring, utterly enthralled."Are you done undressing me with your eyes?" Dalton’s deep voice rumbled low, still lazy with sleep.I jumped,
