MasukShe tried to win him back. The kidnappers did not get the memo. Nora Hale’s life used to read like one of her bestselling novels - perfect husband, dream career, book tours- she was living her best life. Now, after two years of crippling writer's block, looming deadlines, and a husband who has packed his bags, her story has hit a brutal plot twist, and Nora is desperate to have the happy ending she’s used to writing. Naturally, she does what any logical, emotionally sane woman would do – plan a dangerous trip to Paris to rekindle the spark with her husband (and maybe spark a new book while she’s at it). The plan? Simple. The outcome? Absolute chaos. Between real criminals, fake ransom notes, French police, and one soon-to-be ex-husband, Nora’s romantic rescue mission quickly turns into an international disaster. But somewhere between the mayhem and macarons, Nora and her husband rediscover something they’d lost – the spark that started it all. Now if only she can keep him from finding out the truth behind the worst (and best) idea she’s ever had before the credits roll. Because in love and fiction… sometimes the best stories are total disasters. Billionaire romance story.
Lihat lebih banyakThe answer didn’t come to her until later that evening, during the livestream Carmen had organized as a last-ditch effort at damage control. Since Carmen couldn’t trust her with another unfiltered interview, a "casual" Q&A on Nora’s social media had been the next best option.Carmen stood just behind the tripod, flanked by two assistants who were monitoring the lighting and the live feed. Before they’d started, Carmen had given Nora an earful about "minding her tongue" and "sticking to the talking points." Now, Carmen’s hawk-like eyes burned with a warning as she began the final silent countdown with her fingers.Three. Two. One.“Hey, guys,”…Ethan had just come out of yet another meeting. In the six days since leaving home, he had attended more than a dozen sessions lasting several hours each, trying to soothe the ruffled feathers of the board and his lead investors.He lay back on the couch in the resting area of his office, massaging his temples. The last meeting had been a five-
"...Dad?”Young Nora’s voice was small, almost swallowed by the vast, open air of the road. The figure ahead was a blur of shadows, but a frantic pull in her chest- a desperate, aching hope- convinced her it was him. It had to be him. She couldn’t remember his face, but she remembered the feeling of safety, and she chased it.The figure didn’t turn as she called out again, voice a little louder. She took a tentative step forward, then another until she was close enough to touch him. Just as her fingertips were about to brush his shirt, he jerked into motion.“Dad? Dad, wait!”She sprinted after him, her small legs working double the time to match his long strides. The road was unfamiliar, lined with skeletal trees that looked daunting to her young self. In her blind haste, her shoe caught on a jagged stone and she went down hard, the grit of the road biting into her palms and knees.“Dad! Please! Wait!”The figure paused. For a single heartbeat, he glanced back -a faceless profile-bef
"Fuck…” the profanity slipped out like a tired sigh.Ethan sat behind the wheel of his car, his posture rigid in his seat as he fought the strong urge to run back into the house and hold his wife until both their broken pieces felt whole again.The look on her face when he suggested the separation would haunt him for the rest of his life, and he had wanted so badly to take back his words, but he knew that separation was the right decision. Not because he wanted it, far from that actually, but because he had run out of ideas.Every attempt to comfort her had somehow backfired- used against him like a weapon in a war he never wanted to fight. It felt like he was trying to debug a program blindly, and the original coder was adamant about leaving it the way it was.‘If only…’ he thought to himself as he spared one last longing look towards the house before driving off.…Driving at breakneck speed, he arrived at the office in record time. He parked his car in his private underground parki
The next morning, Nora barely registered Martha’s greeting and her own response as she came down the stairs and headed straight for the living room.Her brain had entered autopilot mode as a coping mechanism from all her overwhelming emotions, and she was grateful for that for several reasons, especially the fact that she was detached from her feelings for the time being.The living room was quiet, save for the hum of the dishwasher and the sound of Martha moving around as she cleaned the remnants of the previous night.Nora lay on one of the couches, blankly staring out the large window opposite her as the fog from her brain slowly cleared, and every action, every word of the night before replayed, and then the emotions came flooding back, almost drowning her with their intensity.She curled herself further into the cushions of the couch, like she could physically hide from the guilt, or the shame, or the pitying look Martha was probably giving her.Nora knew she looked the way she f






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