Mag-log inThree days before her wedding, Aurora Vale, the young heiress of a luxury fashion empire, walks into her fiancé’s office—only to find him kissing his ex-lover. And then she hears the words that shatter her world: “You know I’m only marrying her for the company.” Without a scene or a scandal, Aurora disappears that night. She leaves behind her diamond ring and a single note: “I’m giving you my dream and my love. May you be satisfied with what’s left.” Three years later, she returns under a new name—no longer the heartbroken bride, but the powerful CEO of a rival brand threatening to destroy Liam Cross’s empire. When they meet again in the boardroom, Liam is stunned. Not only has she become the woman he can’t control… but beside her stands a little boy with eyes exactly like his. Now he’ll do anything to win her back. But Aurora isn’t the same woman he betrayed. Between love, revenge, and a secret that could ruin them both— which will she choose?
view moreTime in the hospital didn't move in hours. It moved in vitals.Oxygen saturation. Heart rate. Bilirubin levels.Liam Cross sat in the hard plastic chair next to the incubator, his eyes fixed on the digital display that proved his daughter was still alive. It was 3:14 AM. Or maybe 4:00 AM. He had lost track of the days. His phone said it was Tuesday, but his body felt like it had been awake for a century.Inside the plastic box, Hope slept.She was seven days old. She weighed four pounds, ten ounces—a gain of two ounces that the nurses had celebrated like a stock market rally. The ventilator tube was gone, replaced by a CPAP mask that covered her nose, making her look like a tiny fighter pilot.Liam reached through the porthole. His hand, large and calloused from the week of gripping rails and steering wheels, hovered over her chest. He touched her sternum with one finger."I'm here," he whispered. His voice was a rasp of gravel. "Papa is here."He repeated the mantra every hour. He ha
The recovery room was white. Not the soft Cloud White of the nursery, but the harsh, antiseptic white of a place where things are sanitized.Aurora woke up.Her first sensation wasn't pain. It was emptiness.She reached for her stomach. It was a reflex, honed over eight months of constant contact. Her hand landed on... softness. Flab. A deflated balloon where a planet used to be.The panic hit her instantly. A cold, sharp spike that pierced through the morphine haze."Where is she?" Aurora gasped, trying to sit up.Pain ripped through her abdomen. A searing line of fire across her bikini line. The incision."Whoa, easy," a nurse said, appearing at her side. She pressed a button on the bed, raising the headrest. "You just had major surgery, Mrs. Cross. You need to stay still.""My baby," Aurora choked out. "Where is my baby?""She's in the NICU," the nurse said gently. "Your husband is with her. She's stable."Stable. Not good. Not thriving. Stable.Aurora looked around the room. It wa
The doors to the emergency bay of Mount Sinai exploded open.Liam ran alongside the gurney, his hand gripping the metal rail so hard his knuckles were white. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was wearing a t-shirt stained with amniotic fluid and pizza sauce—the wreckage of a celebration that had died in the elevator."Prolapsed cord!" Dr. Evans shouted, running ahead of them. She had met them at the ambulance bay, alerted by Marcus’s call. "Get the OR prepped! Stat! I want peds on standby!""Liam," Aurora gasped. She was lying flat, her hips elevated on a pillow to keep the pressure off the cord. Her face was a mask of sheer, unadulterated terror. "Is she... is she still moving?""She's fighting," Liam lied. He didn't know. He couldn't feel anything but the vibration of the gurney wheels on the linoleum. "Just hold on, Aurora. We're here."They crashed through a set of double doors. The sign above read OBSTETRICS - SURGICAL SUITE.A nurse in blue scrubs stepped in front of Liam, hand raise
The image on the television screen was grainy, shot through the telephoto lens of a news helicopter, but to Aurora, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.Isabella Voss, flanked by detectives, being led out of her building in handcuffs.She wasn't hiding her face. She wasn't weeping. She looked cold, regal, and utterly defeated."Turn up the volume," Aurora whispered.Liam, standing by the mantelpiece, pressed the remote."...charged with conspiracy to commit kidnapping, wire fraud, and multiple counts of corporate espionage," the anchor announced. "The District Attorney has labeled this one of the most extensive criminal enterprises in New York's corporate history. Bail has been denied due to flight risk."Bail denied.Aurora let out a breath she felt she had been holding for six months. She leaned back against the sofa cushions. The iron ring on her finger felt lighter. The air in the penthouse felt cleaner."She's gone," Ethan said.He was sitting on the floor, legs cro
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the Montauk beach house bathed in the soft, indigo light of twilight. But on the deck, under the canopy of the white tent, the candles on the massive, dragon-themed cake burned bright and defiant against the coming dark. Ethan sat at the head of the t
The shredder in Liam's home office had long since gone silent, but the confetti of legal documents still sat in the bin, a pile of white, jagged promises he had made to himself in the dark. I'm firing the lawyers. I'm asking for permission. He had done it. He had gone to Aurora. He had been welco
The walk-in closet of the penthouse was usually a place of order. It was a catalogue of armor: the black tunics, the charcoal suits, the "wolf" coats arranged by fabric weight and threat level. Tonight, it was a disaster zone. Clothes were piled on the velvet ottoman like casualties of war. Silk
The "New Normal" was not normal. It was a high-wire act performed without a net. Aurora Vale stood in the center of her kitchen, staring at the remnants of breakfast. Three plates. Three mugs. One with dinosaurs, two with minimalist white porcelain. Liam had stayed. Again. This was becoming a p






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