LOGINShe died on the night of her anniversary. Now she’s back. She has one year to destroy everyone who killed her. Jade spent her life begging for love from her family, her best friend, and the man she married. Instead, they poisoned her. They faked her illness. They stole her future. And they waited for her to die so they could claim her secret trust fund. But fate makes a mistake. Jade wakes up at the altar. This time, she walks away. Desperate to protect herself from the people plotting her death, Jade proposes a contract marriage to the mysterious Zayn Hemsworth. He agrees to her contract marriage with one condition—no questions. But Jade doesn’t know the truth. Zayn has been watching her for years. Long before she ever noticed him. And he’s already broken the most important rule: He’s falling for her. Now Jade has 365 days to stop her murder and expose every betrayal. But revenge doesn’t come easy. As secrets begin to surface and enemies close in, Jade realizes something terrifying: She didn’t just marry a stranger. She may have married the devil. And this time… love might be the most dangerous trap of all. How will she survive him without burning? Content Warning: This story contains: • explicit sexual scenes • toxic relationships • emotional manipulation • violence • betrayal • morally gray characters Some scenes may be triggering for certain readers. Please read with caution.
View MoreJADE“You found the files?” Mr. Bennett says warmly.“Yes, I did.”Victoria lets out a depressed sigh as she sees me. She isn't aware that seeing her and her father together makes me feel sorry for myself, and jealous of her. I hand the files to Mr. Bennett. Suddenly my phone vibrates in my coat pocket. I slip it out, my eyes narrowing at the glowing screen. An anonymous number.‘Hey, Jade. Long time no see. I don't like being tasered.’‘Have you asked Zayn about how you first met? Have you asked him about the room where he keeps his secret obsession? Meet me at your place if you want to find out the truth. In Zayn’s room. Don’t tell grandma or Zayn about it when you get here. I’m waiting.’My stomach drops. Damon. Is he in our home? It can't be possible. Zayn is in Dr. Declan’s private lab in the Adirondacks. That’s about four hours away from home. Damon mentioned Amanda. That means he’s at the estate with Amanda.The thought of Damon in Zayn’s room makes my skin crawl. He is inside
~~DAMON~~“Damon, dear, are you absolutely certain this is a good idea?” Grandmother asks quietly as the Bentley glides to a stop in the driveway. She sits beside me with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her elegant features etched with concern. Ever since the incident at the shooting range, she has been unusually withdrawn. I lower my eyes, forcing shame into my expression. “I have to try, Grandmother.”Her gaze softens. “What you did was cruel,” she says gently as if she's scared to hurt my feelings. Old age has made her softer. “You know how deeply Zayn was affected by what happened years ago. Pointing a gun at him…” She sighs heavily. “I still cannot understand why you would do such a thing again. I’ve warned you several times to never do that to you brother.”I look away.I wanted to kill him, Grandmother.That was the truth. I wanted to kill him and his silly little wife. If they're gone, maybe my problems would be obliterated with their demise. I understand exactly why I
JADE The call disconnects, and the pieces of my fractured life slam together with the force of a freight train. I wasn't sick. I had my womb taken out. I was killed. The thought echoes in my skull as I weep bitterly in the bathroom. Barbara and Daniel didn't just hate me. They used me and when I was no longer useful, they experimented on me. Just like Jenna is experimenting on Mr. Bennett. I rinse my face with cool water from the faucet. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The tears are gone, replaced by a burning resolve. I swallow the lump of grief in my throat, force my posture straight, and step back out into the master bedroom. Mr. Bennett is practically glowing. He has tossed his newspaper aside and is currently trying to do light stretches by the window, hum-singing an old jazz tune under his breath. The frail, dying old man from last week is completely gone. In his place is a man reclaiming his vitality. “Ah, Jade! There you are,” he booms, turning around with a wide
“Jade!” she pants, her hand flying to her chest as she tries to regain her composure. “You… you frightened me.”“Clearly,” I say, crossing my arms as I look from her pale face down to the scattered placebos. “You look like you've just seen a ghost, Jenna. Why are you handling Mr. Bennett's medication? I thought Lucy was in charge of that now.”Jenna’s shock disappears. She straightens her posture, trying to look imposing. “I am his wife, Jade. I have every right to check on his treatments. In fact, I was just noticing how unusually well Henry is doing lately.”“Unusually well?” I take a step closer, forcing her to look up at me. “Most people call that a recovery, Jenna. You sound disappointed.”“Don't be absurd. I’m his wife. I care about his health more than anyone in this house. I was just checking to make sure the dosage was correct.”“The dosage is perfect. He hasn't vomited blood in a week. His hands have stopped shaking. It's almost as if whatever was making him sick has suddenl
The knock is a sharp, demanding staccato that shakes the heavy wooden door against my spine.“Zayn? I know you're in there. The Board is reconvening in five minutes.”I gasp. “Damon.”My breath hitches in my throat, my fingers digging into Zayn’s shoulders as I prepare for him to pull away—to fix h
~Zayn~ “Jade? Are you up?” She doesn't respond. Still, I stand outside the door longer than I should. There’s no sound from inside. But I know she’s awake. Jade has been many things. Defiant, guarded, quick to sharpen her words like knives, but trust me, she isn’t silent when she sleeps. I don
“Don’t leave me ever again,” Barbara says with a scowl on her face. I stiffen, her words replaying in my ears like a broken record. “How would you go on knowing you were the reason your best friend died?” “What are you talking about?” I ask, my hands shaking from fear and horror as her cunning s
Zayn’s hand is a brand against my skin. His fingers move with a slow, agonizing possessiveness that makes my brain short-circuit. I’m draped over the dining table like a sacrifice, my legs locked around his waist, my breath coming in shallow, pathetic gasps. “You hate me?” he murmurs, his lips br












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