FAZER LOGINShe was the girl he once raised, now she’s the wife he demands an heir from. Just five years after their scandalous marriage and her immediate exile, Madelyn thought she had been left in the past by her cold, and untouchable guardian turned husband—a man she hated, but still couldn’t forget. Then Zachary returns with a proposition: “Come home with me. Give me an heir and I'll help you get back what is yours.” When her failing business, stolen inheritance and a thirst for revenge leave her no choice, she boards his jet and walks back into a past that she tried to forget. But Madelyn will get to realise that Zachary isn't just the cold, aloof man that she thinks. He holds secrets. And she discovers one of them. A secret involving that dark night, and it changes everything she thought she knew. Betrayals and deceptions are revealed, and unexpected alliances— formed. Will Madelyn survive in the dangerous game of ambition, greed, power, lust and deceit or will her impulsiveness cause her downfall?
Ver maisCHAPTER 159: The death of VanceThe metallic tang of Julia’s blood was still fresh and hung thickly in the air. The sound of my son’s boots had only just faded down the alley, carrying Julia’s corpse to whatever filthy ditch he meant to discard her in, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I sat rigid in the old wooden chair, my hands trembling, with the raw remnants of shock. I knew that Vance was capable of violence. But I had just watched my son kill a woman in cold blood. I realised that I had underestimated the level of his obsession and madness for Zachary Blackwood's pregnant bitch. I didn’t care about Julia. The woman had been a liability; a snake, yes, but she had also been an ally when we needed one. And now she was nothing but a cold, stiff body to be disposed of.Yet what disturbed me more was not just the gruesome act itself that I had just watched my son commit. It was the nagging curiosity that had been clawing at me for a while now. That cursed tape. The very one Jul
CHAPTER 158: The death of Julia I never thought it would come to this. Me, Julia, standing in a filthy hideout that reeked of damp and decay, stripped of everything I’d built. Now I was fired. Humiliated. Wanted by the police. And all because of one little, infuriating, hateful little brat. I let myself trust men who never truly saw me, Zachary. Even the monster I was about to meet, Vance. I stalked deeper into the room, ignoring the ache in my chest and the cold air that gnawed at my skin. I had practically lost everything. I barely managed to escape from the office building after being humiliated by Zachary’s secretary. This was all Madelyn’s fault. When Vance took her hostage, I thought that was the end of her. But he was stupid enough to let her slip through his fingers. Now, all hell was let loose on us.Vance and Patricia didn't look pleased to see me. Vance's head was still wrapped in that ridiculous bandage, as a result of the blow he had suffered from God knows who. His ex
CHAPTER 157: FirestormThe stink of mold clung to the walls of the hideout, and the air was thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of rusted pipes. I hated this place. It was a hellhole, a cage, a far cry from what I imagined my life was going to be. Everything had gone to shit in the blink of an eye. It was like having the rug pulled from under your feet without you even knowing it. The bandage around my head itched and throbbed, each pulse of pain reminding me of how close I’d come to having everything, but then losing it in the blink of an eye because of an unknown person. I almost had everything that mattered. Madelyn. Kade Corp. Those vaults. Now it all slipped through my fingers.I slammed my fist against the rickety table in front of me, the wood creaking under the weight of the blow. “She was right there, Mother. Right there. And somehow…” I gritted my teeth, the fury boiling over. “...somehow, she got away.”I kept wondering who it was that tampered with the lights and
CHAPTER 156: After all this timePregnant.My breath was totally stolen from my lungs. The word felt like thunder in my ears. It rolled through me, hollowing me out. I stared at Zachary as though he had spoken in a language I couldn’t understand. My lips moved, but no sound came. It was not possible. Maybe the doctor got the result mixed up. It couldn't be. When I finally found my voice, it was thin, broken.“No… no, that’s not possible,” I whispered, shaking my head fiercely. “It can’t be. I—I took the test. It was negative.”His gaze softened, steady. He was too calm, and for a split second, his reaction unnerved me, made something curl in the pit of my belly. “The doctor ran every test, Madelyn. You’re almost two months pregnant,” he said with unnerving certainty and calmness. “Which means…” He blinked once, his eyes never leaving mine. “…you conceived on the island.”Two months. The island. My heart stuttered in my chest. That one time, that night. Suddenly it all came together.
CHAPTER 114: Poison photographs Mary tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. “And you are his wife. He shouldn't be too busy to inquire how you've been. Too busy to send you a word? A call?”Her words reopened the wound I’d been trying to cover. I pulled my hand back gently, forcing another smile.
CHAPTER 113: Seafood disaster It turned out that Zachary had been right. I might have to go to the hospital. I had been telling myself for days now that I was fine, that the nausea and fatigue that had slowly but surely crept up on me and plagued my body for days, was nothing more than a stomach
CHAPTER 101: AlliancesThe morning light was sharp through the blinds, falling in broken stripes across my desk as I reviewed the reports stacked in front of me. I dropped the pen and leaned back in the chair, rubbing my temples to reduce the building pressure.I had not gone home last night. There
CHAPTER 100: MarksI found it difficult to sleep last night.I was feeling so unrested and drained when the first cracks of morning light filtered through the tall windows of my bedroom that morning. After I managed to drag my stiff limbs from the bed, I tidied myself and stepped out of the bedroom












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