LOGINI saved his life when we were children. He gave him his mother's ring as a promise that he'd always love me. Then my father tore us apart, and I spent twenty years loving him from afar. When I finally convinced my father to arrange our marriage, I thought it was my second chance. Instead, Asha treated me like a burden—cold, distant, cruel. He made it clear there was only one woman he'd ever loved: the mysterious girl who saved him from a fire years ago. That girl was me. But he never knew. Because my twin sister—Victoria—stole my identity, claimed my heroic moment, and won his heart with my story. While I grieved my father's sudden death alone, she stole his heart and planned my destruction. I should have told him the truth. I should have shown him the burn scar on my shoulder—proof of the fire that nearly killed us both. Instead, I signed the divorce papers and disappeared, letting the world believe I was dead. Now I'm back to claim what's mine: my father's empire, my true identity, and maybe... my ex-husband's heart. But some secrets have deadly consequences. And the mother I thought was dead? She's very much alive—and she'll kill anyone who stands between her and my father's fortune. Even me.
View MoreThe door swung open with more force than Victoria intended. She stumbled inside, her borrowed evening gown wrinkled and stained, makeup smeared beneath her eyes. She flung her clutch toward the corner, it missed, hitting the wall with a pathetic thud.She sank to the floor right there in the doorway, not bothering to make it to the couch. Both hands came up to cover her face as she rubbed frantically, as if she could scrub away the memory of last night. Of Asha's confused face this morning. Of Nadia's devastated expression at the bar."How did it go?"Victoria's head snapped up. Miranda stood in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed, perfectly put together despite the early hour. Always watching. Always waiting.Victoria scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping over her own heels. "Mother... I—" She smoothed her rumpled dress with shaking hands, tried to push her tangled hair back from her face. A smile stretched across her lips—a fake. "It went well. Everything went according to pla
There was a pause, then: "Mr. Ashton, are you sure you want to know?" "I need to know. Please." Another pause. Longer this time. From both ends. "You weren't in good shape when you left with Miss Victoria, sir. You could barely walk. She was essentially carrying you." Asha's stomach dropped. "Go on." "I tried to offer you a ride, but she insisted she'd take care of you. Said you'd be staying with her for the night." The driver's voice was careful, professional. "You didn't seem aware of what was happening, sir. I... I tried to call multiple times to check on you." "Did I say anything? Do anything?" "You were mumbling, sir. Incoherent. I don't think you knew where you were." The pieces were starting to come together, and the picture they formed made Asha's blood run cold. "Thank you, Mark. Go back to sleep. And... I'm sorry for worrying you." He ended the call and stared at his phone. Victoria had taken him when he was too drunk to consent. Too drunk to know what was happeni
The door to Elena's apartment swung shut behind them with a finality that echoed in Asha's skull. Not a single word had been exchanged during the drive. The silence had been suffocating, worse than any lecture she could have given him. Elena strode directly to the kitchen without looking at him. He heard the clink of mugs, the whistle of the kettle, the precise movements of someone using routine to control their anger. When she returned, she carried a steaming cup of hot chocolate and set it on the coffee table in front of him with deliberate care. Then she sat across from him, crossed her legs, and waited. Her face was stone. Her eyes tracked every pathetic detail; his wrinkled shirt, his disheveled hair, the way he couldn't seem to meet her gaze, how his hands trembled slightly around the mug she'd given him. "Start talking." Her voice was devoid of sympathy, stripped of the warmth she usually showed him. This was Elena at her coldest, and he'd earned every degree of it. "I..."
The cold air against Asha's skin jolted him into semi-consciousness. A weight pressed down on his right arm, heavy and unfamiliar. Confusion flooded his foggy mind as he carefully extracted his arm and fumbled in the darkness for his phone.His fingers finally found it on the bedside table. The screen's harsh light made him squint: 3:15 AM. His notifications were flooded-twelve missed calls from Terence, seven from Elena, five from his driver.He activated his phone's flashlight and swept it across the room, searching for a light switch. When he finally found it and flipped it on, his world tilted."Oh shit." The curse exploded from his lips as his hands flew to cover himself. He was completely naked.On the bed beside him, Victoria lay sleeping on her stomach, the sheets pooled around her waist, her bare back exposed to the room's cold air.His phone clattered to the floor as panic seized him. He sank back onto the edge of the bed, his head pounding with what felt like a sledgehammer
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