LOGINThey threw her off a bridge. The husband that she was willing to burn the world for was the same person who thought it wise to murder her. With Arya dead, Edgar frolicked with his mistress in public, assured that he had succeeded in life. But when his dead wife showed up at his wedding a year after he killed her, he knew his good days were over. With faked amnesia, Arya was ready to turn their lives upside down. She tormented them from the shadows, acted all innocent in their presence. She was no longer the naïve woman who let people take advantage of her. She was back, stronger. But there was Lucien, a former fiancé who would walk through fire for her. He wanted to be her revenge tool. He wanted to claim her and never lose her like he did in the past.
View More~Arya~
It started with a strange text from an anonymous source as soon as I landed in the airport, one I brushed off as spam.
-Catch the next flight back home now, Mrs Sinclair. Your life is in danger.
With a roll of my eyes, I silenced the device, dragging my suitcase behind me on the airport floor. The place was packed with people waiting to receive their loved ones, but I was searching for an agent assigned to me from the travel agency I had booked my flight with. My phone buzzed again. Another text.
-Your husband is planning to get rid of you, Arya.
The informal tone of the message was enough to put me on edge, but I ignored it. I switched the device off and shoved it into the pocket of my pants. My husband loved me to death. He would never cheat on me, let alone harm me. It wasn't the first time I had received texts like that. As the co-founder of one of the biggest real estate companies in America, people sent death threats every now and then. They hated success stories, and they did their best to intimidate me. But it never worked.
It was my first vacation with my husband since we got married. Edgar and I planned it for months. Despite the workload that came with running a company, we were finally able to clear a few weeks off our schedule to have fun as a couple. I wasn't about to let weird spam texts ruin that for me.
"Are you Mrs Arya Sinclair?" I heard a man ask as I approached the waiting crowd. He was holding a welcome placard and flowers that were meant for me. I flashed him a smile and nodded.
"Yes, that's me."
"Welcome to Hawaii. I am the tour guide assigned to you for your stay." He stretched the bouquet to me as we walked out of the airport building and pointed at a black car in the parking lot. "Will you like me to drive you to your hotel?"
"No, thank you. I'll go there myself."
I wanted to surprise Edgar. He left New York earlier for a business trip and decided to wait for me at the hotel we were staying for our vacation. He expected me to land in Hawaii in a week from now, but I wrapped things up quickly just so I could surprise him. A smile lit up my face as I imagined how happy he would be to see me.
The tour guide gave me directions to the hotel, with the car key and the access card to my hotel suite. I hit the road as soon as I could, eagerly blasting songs from the car stereo.
An hour later, I was walking through the hallway leading to the suite that had been reserved for Edgar and I. I stepped into the living room, my fingers wrapped around the handle of my suitcase, only to have a strange sense of dread wash over me. Everything looked out of place. A bottle of wine sat on a table, two glasses beside it with smudges of red lipstick on the rim of one of them. I made my way to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Edgar lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone absently. Subconsciously, I did a clean sweep of the room. The sheets were rumpled. Scattered around on the floor were pieces of Edgar's clothing, a tie, socks thrown in different directions, his shirt hanging from the bed. The faint scent of fruity perfume that I didn't recognize lingered in the air. His hair was ruffled in the kind of way that suggested something wild had just gone down
He finally noticed my presence and looked up at me. “Arya,” he let out in a high pitched tone. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to show up till next week.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as he got out of bed and walked to me in nothing but his briefs. Smiling brightly, he threw his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug which I reciprocated halfheartedly. The fruity scent grew a lot stronger as he approached
“Someone was here,” I stated flatly, my eyes locked with his.
He pulled away, a slight frown forming on his face. “Why do you say so?”
Well, there were indications that he wasn’t alone. Without saying a word, I pointed to the glasses of wine on the table. His eyes darted in the direction of my hand before he hastily replied. “I had two business associates over and we chatted over wine. They left shortly before you got here.”
“Women?”
“Just one woman.”
Skeptical, I brushed past him, going further into the room. “Did she come in here? Because I smell her everywhere.”
Edgar chuckled. “She must have a very good perfume collection then.”
I spun on my heel to shoot a glare at him. “I wasn’t joking, Edgar."
His forehead creased into thin lines. He leaned against the doorframe, his brows raised. “What are you insinuating, Arya?"
It was suspicious. A simple business business meeting in a hotel suite wouldn’t result in a messy room with personal belongings thrown around everywhere. I shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
He sighed, trotting to me. “You must be exhausted after such a long flight. I’ll get lunch delivered so you’ll eat and catch some sleep.” He crouched to my level, a small smile lining his face. “I’m sure you know I'd never do anything stupid to you, not after the years we’ve spent together.”
I buried my face in my palms. He was right. I was well aware of that. What was I even thinking in the first place? Hell would freeze over before Edgar would cheat on me. I trusted him with my life.
“I’m jet lagged,” I said in an attempt to redeem myself. “And hungry. Please place an order for that meal.”
With a satisfactory nod, he rose to his full height and headed to the bedside drawer to retrieve a file.
“You should have told me you were coming so I'd pick you up at the airport.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“It's a pleasant surprise. It’s a good thing you’re here.” He placed the file and a pen beside me. “I need your signature on that document to close up an important deal with a client.”
As I scribbled my signature in the space indicated, Edgar punched numbers into the intercom on the drawer and had a brief conversation with the person on the other end. I crawled into bed while he took the file away. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the text on the screen blankly.
–ARYA MANCHESTER, THINK TWICE BEFORE SIGNING ANYTHING.
~Arya~It’s been a year since I walked these floors. A wave of nostalgia hit me as soon as the car stopped in the parking lot of Obsidian Holdings, the company I had poured my all into. I produced a compact mirror from my bag and checked my reflection in it, taking a deep breath. Everything was in place. I looked the part of a woman who knew what she wanted and was determined to get it. Hair slicked back, deep shade of red lipstick on, expensive perfume lingering in the air- the same type that commanded respect back then, determination flooding through me. Plastering a smile on my face, I alighted from the car and adjusted my blazer, staring at the high rise building before me.“Mrs Sinclair,” a familiar voice floated into my ears. It was none other than Clara, my personal assistant. I hadn’t seen her in such a long time. She looked the same as I remembered, professional and sleek, tablet in hand. But she had tears behind her lids. She sniffled and dipped her head, forcing a smile. “I
~Arya~The house was eerily quiet when we got back. All traces of that disastrous dinner had been wiped out by the maids, and Lina was back at the station where she’d remain until I decided otherwise. Edgar slid his hands into his pockets, his footsteps light on the floor beside me. He had been quiet all through the ride back, but I could guess what was going through that scheming head of his.“I wish we didn’t leave Lina back there,” he mouthed, rubbing the back of his head absently. “You said you were happy about her pregnancy, yet you didn’t drop the charges against her.”“Shouldn’t you be grateful that the charges against you were dropped?”“I am.” He let out a breathless laugh. “I’m grateful. My reputation would have taken a deep dive if you didn’t get me out, but the mother of my unborn child is there. If things go wrong, she could go to jail."His reputation. That was the only concern he had. I smiled faintly, turning to him. “An investigation will be conducted. I’m sure you ha
~Arya~The words made Lina whip her head around to look at him in shock. I suppressed a smirk. What the hell was she expecting? Now that Edgar knew who I really was, he’d do all he could to get on my good side. Did she think he’d pick her over climbing the social ladder?Lucien came up beside me. Edgar glanced at him expressionless. “I’m certain Mr Vale here made the accusation against me, but I'm innocent. I totally forgot that you’re allergic to lobsters. That was foolish of me.”Lina crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. “How come we’re just finding out who your parents are, Arya? Why did you hide your identity ever since?”I blew out a breath, signalling for the sheriff to leave the room. Once we were left alone, I sank in a chair across them. “I’m as surprised as you are,” I huffed, feigning confusion. “Edgar, you should know about my parents. I must have mentioned them to you before we got married or something.”“You didn’t.” The excitement in his voice was palpable. “Th
~Arya~I woke up to my parents by my bedside. My mom framed my hand with hers, her tear streaked cheeks coming into focus. My father stood behind her, a stern expression on his face. He doesn’t look happy, or pleased. That was to be expected, considering the fact that I almost killed myself just to prove a point to Lina and Edgar. Lucien leaned against the wall in the distance, his jaw set like stone.“Sweetheart.” Matilda's grip on my hand tightened. “You’re awake.”“What were you thinking, Arya?” my father thundered. “How could you risk your life like that?”“Dad,” I protested, sitting up on the bed weakly. “You don’t have to worry about me. I knew what I was doing.”My words only made him flare up. “You are a very stubborn woman. I let you live your life the way you want, and I refuse to take any more chances. If Lucien wasn’t present at that dinner, those fools would have let you die.”I knew that. I wouldn’t have eaten that dish if Lucien wasn’t present either. I could understan
~Edgar~I froze mid step, turning in the direction of the formidable voice. Two figures advanced towards me, looking like luxury and class embodied. I didn’t need an introduction. No one needed that when the most influential couple in the country just walked into the room.The Manchesters. George and his wife, Matilda. Ever since I discovered them in high school, they became people I looked up to. I had always hoped that I would meet them someday. I didn’t expect that day to be today.Lina’s hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened in pure horror as she stared at them. Pure panic flashed across her features. “”Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Why on earth are they here?”I inched closer to her. “What’s wrong?”Before she could reply, George stopped in front of me. “Edgar Sinclair, we should have met a long time ago.”I glanced behind me to see if he was referring to someone else, but he wasn’t. Did he just call me by my name? This man knew me of all people? Was I dreaming or something?
~Arya~The silence that settled over the table was so thick I could hear my own heartbeat. Edgar and Lina exchanged a glance. He bared his teeth, revealing his frustration. His feigned patience, Lina's suspicious smile, the perfect trap they had laid out for me, I could see through it all. “This is the main dish, Arya,” Amanda said. She smeared butter over the seafood on her plate and filled her mouth with it. “You don’t want to miss this divine taste for anything in the world.”I arched a brow at her. Was she in on this too? Was that why they were here? To watch me fall? To see if I was still the foolish Arya I had been back then.”“You should eat up, all of you,” I said softly. “If it’s that delicious, then I can't stop you from enjoying yourselves."Lily snickered. “But you’re the star of the show. We can’t eat if you aren’t eating.”That was all the confirmation I needed. They were all in on this. A few nervous laughs came from the guests. Edgar leaned into me, his breath warm a






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