LOGINChelsea Evans is drowning. Her mother is critically ill. The bills won’t stop coming. And when her father is fired from his janitor job, everything she’s been fighting for starts to collapse. Then the man from the elevator turns out to be her only chance. Davis Dylan—rich, arrogant, untouchable—offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her father gets his job back… if Chelsea becomes his mistress. No love. No promises. Just a contract. Thrown into Davis’s glamorous world of power, parties, and public possession, Chelsea is labeled a gold digger and treated like “another one.” But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lines become—between control and desire, hate and attraction, survival and self-destruction. She needed money. He wanted to have fun. Yet love always find a way.
View MoreAs Elena pulled her car into the familiar driveway, the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly turned earth greeted her. Elena had rehearsed the conversation a dozen times in her head on her way over, yet none of those versions prepared her for how small she suddenly felt standing at her mother’s front door. The conversation with Davis had been a revelation, a sudden shedding of a heavy skin she hadn’t realized was suffocating her. But Davis was only half the battle.The house looked exactly the same—neat hedges, freshly swept porch, the faint scent of jasmine that always lingered in the air. It was a place that had always meant safety. She lifted her hand and knocked.The door swung open almost immediately. Helen was a woman of soft edges and warm colors, her face lighting up with a radiant, uncomplicated joy.“Elena!” her mother exclaimed, her face lighting up with genuine delight. “Oh, my goodness, look at you!” Helen cried gently, pulling her daughter into a hug that smelled of l
lThe silence that followed their dual confessions was not the heavy, suffocating kind that usually draped the house. It was lighter, like the air in a room where a long-locked window had finally been pried open.Davis stared at Elena, his eyebrows arched in genuine astonishment. "You are? Truly?"Elena let out a breath she felt she had been holding for years. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her movements jagged with nervous relief. “Richard is a chief doctor from the main quarters of the clinic. I met him during my housemanship, back when I was just trying to survive the night shifts. He... he’s been making sure I have a quiet, easy landing ever since.” She caught herself, and looked at him. “I'm sorry, Davis. I should have told you about him long before now. I shouldn't have let it get this far.”Davis let out a short, dry chuckle and shook his head. "No, it's okay. Your med school stories always bored me anyway. It is totally normal to stop talking when you aren't ge
The city blurred into a streak of charcoal and amber as the black sedan navigated the evening traffic. Inside, Davis sat in a silence so thick it felt tangible. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his mind a chaotic loop of his father’s advice and the hollow in his chest that had become his constant companion."Miss Chelsea says you have got to stop drinking."João’s voice, steady and devoid of its usual hesitation, cut through Davis’s thoughts like a serrated knife. Davis snapped his head toward the front, staring sharply at the back of João’s head from the passenger's seat. His heart, which had been beating in a slow, whiskey-induced rhythm, suddenly hammered against his ribs."She said that?" Davis asked, his voice surging with a desperate eagerness. He leaned forward."What else did she say? João, tell me—how is she? How did she look?"João kept his eyes fixed on the road, but his shoulders seemed to drop an inch. "She says you should stop sending me to lo
The supermarket wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t quiet either. The steady hum of refrigerators, the occasional chatter between customers, and the beep of scanners created a dull rhythm Chelsea had grown oddly accustomed to. It helped her think—or perhaps, helped her not think too much. She pushed the cart slowly, her eyes drifting over shelves without truly seeing them. Her mind was elsewhere. Her mother’s death was still like a wound that refused to close. It had only been days, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed since the funeral. The house had grown quieter, heavier. Her father had thrown himself into work with a desperation she understood too well. It was easier to be busy than to sit with grief.Chelsea had chosen the opposite.She stayed home more often now. Avoided people. Avoided questions. Avoided the world.And yet, here she was.Because life, unfortunately, didn’t pause for heartbreak. Chelsea had quit the clinic in a flurry of shame, and she knew that the dozens of misse
Elena kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, her fingers tightening and loosening in restless intervals as she pulled into the quiet street. The engine hummed beneath her, but her mind was far louder—crowded, suffocating. When she finally parked, she didn’t step out immediately. She just sat
Robert stared at Davis as though he might disappear if he blinked.His chest rose and fell unevenly, weighed down by something far deeper than surprise—love, regret, longing. It all pressed against his ribs at once, threatening to spill over. His eyes glistened, but he held himself back. Davis’s ex
Queen Dylan did not believe in leaving things to chance.Ever since that disastrous dinner—voices raised, pride bruised, truths dangerously close to spilling—she had taken it upon herself to ensure that nothing slipped further out of control. If Davis and Elena were going to fall apart, it would no
The morning was draped in a thick, suffocating gray. Chelsea stood before the sterile, glass-and-concrete facade of the women’s clinic, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her oversized coat. The air smelled of rain and exhaust, but inside, she knew it would smell of antiseptic and finality.












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