LOGINIn a single night, Serena Vale's entire world falls apart. Her ex-fiancé is set to marry her sister, and to make matters worse, her family blames her for it. Just when Serena thinks things couldn't be more disastrous, she receives a dreaded invitation to the wedding. Enter Damien Cole-ice-cold, irresistibly charming, and richer than anyone she knows. He proposes a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and sidestep a marriage he doesn't want. In exchange, he promises to help her regain her footing in life, one public appearance after another. What begins as a plan for revenge and temporary convenience, quickly spirals into stolen glances, kisses that feel far too genuine, and secrets that neither is prepared to face. Yet, they both agreed to one rule: never fall in love. But the heart doesn't follow rules or contracts. If stories filled with fake romances, slow-burning tension, family feuds, betrayal, and a dangerously possessive billionaire entices you, then Selfish Romance will be your next obsession
View MoreThe heavy thud downstairs echoed through the silent house before fading into shadows, but Damien’s entire posture shifted immediately. The calm, composed man Serena knew slipped away, replaced by something sharper—colder, more precise.“Stay here,” he said firmly, his hand closing briefly over her wrist.She shook her head right away. “No way. I’m not just going to sit in this room like some—”“Serena.” His voice softened, just enough to make her hesitate. Damien didn’t say please often, but this time, he did.Still, she followed him, bare feet padding softly on the hardwood as they wound down the grand staircase toward the cavernous foyer.The lights were low, stretching long shadows across the marble floors. Charles, Damien’s head of security, stood rigid beside the massive double doors, hands clasped behind his back.“East corridor, sir,” Charles reported without looking up. “A service door was found ajar. We’re lock
The black SUV rolled through the wrought-iron gates, gravel crunching beneath the tires as the countryside estate came into view.It wasn’t like Damien’s penthouse with its gleaming skyline or glass-and-steel walls. This place looked like it belonged to another era — a fortress of weathered stone wrapped in ivy, tall arched windows glowing against the dark. The surrounding hills rolled out endlessly, cloaked in mist.It should have felt safe. Untouchable.Instead, Serena felt like she was being tucked away. Hidden. Like a problem Damien needed to stash somewhere while he dealt with everything else.The car stopped, and Damien finally broke the long silence. “You’ll be staying here until I find out who’s behind the threats.”Serena turned toward him, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “We will be staying here. You said you wouldn’t let me out of your sight, remember?”His sharp gaze slid to hers. “I won’t. But I can move if I need to. You, on the other hand, aren’t leaving these grou
Serena woke with the heavy, prickling sensation that someone had been watching her sleep.Damien’s words from the night before still echoed in her mind: Someone’s watching us tonight. And I’d rather they only see me.The blinds were drawn, the room pristine as ever, but the silence felt wrong. Even the soft hum of the city beyond the windows felt like an intrusion, every shadow a pair of unseen eyes.When she stepped into the hallway, Damien was already awake, dressed in a sharp black suit. He stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and clipped. The moment he saw her, his gaze flicked up, sharp and assessing, before he ended the call.“You didn’t lock your door,” he said. Not a greeting. Not even a question. An observation.Serena blinked at him, brows knitting. “Good morning to you, too.”His eyes didn’t soften. “I told you to lock it.”“I was exhausted, Damien, not plotting my own kidnapping,” she replied, her tone deliberately light. “Should
Serena Vale didn’t sleep.Not really. She lay awake, the city lights casting restless shadows across the penthouse walls, her mind replaying the same image on an endless loop — her sixteen-year-old self frozen in time, standing outside her old home, clutching a sketchbook to her chest like it was armor. A stranger had taken that photograph. A stranger who, years later, turned out to be Damien Drake.And scrawled on the back, in his sharp, deliberate handwriting, were two words:Never again.Every time she closed her eyes, the questions clawed their way back.Why did Damien have that photo?How long had he been watching her?And what happened that day — what had she forgotten — that made him write those words?She wanted to be furious, to march into his room, and demand answers. But beneath the anger, a quieter, far more dangerous thought whispered:What if it means he cares?It was ridiculous. Madde












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