LOGIN“Do you feel it?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he inches closer, the heat between them obvious. He brushes his fingers lightly against her arm, making her feel electric currents through her body. “Feel what?” Tammie teases, her breath hitching as she meets his gaze, knowing exactly what he means. “This,” he whispers, leaning in, his lips brushing against her ear. “The way you ignite something deep within me.” Tammie’s heart races as his lips trail down her neck, planting soft kisses that leave her weak with desire. “Richard…” she breathes, her body yearning for his touch, aching to be closer. “Let go, Tammie,” he urges, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. “Forget everything else. Just us, here, now.” With a sultry smile, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, whispering, “I want you… all of you.” Betrayed by her ex-husband and unjustly sent to jail, Tamara discovers deep secrets about her past, including her true identity and a long-lost lover. As she understands a life turned upside down, she faces relentless enemies and an undeniable attraction to Richard Garrison, the most sought-after bachelor and billionaire in town. Despite swearing off men, Tamara finds herself irresistibly drawn to Richard, challenging her and igniting a passion she thought she'd buried forever. Can she trust him with her heart, or will her past haunt her, threatening everything she’s fought to reclaim?
View MoreRICHARD POV.Things were going smoothly, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. Days passed, turning into weeks, and somehow, I managed to maintain the facade. Tammie was happy…radiantly so. She would wake up every morning with that bright smile, her arms wrapping around me, her lips pressing softly against my cheek before whispering, “Good morning, my love.”She was perfect, really. Caring, thoughtful, gentle. She was everything a man could ask for in a wife. She made my life easier, filling our home with warmth and laughter. She would cook my favorite meals, wait for me when I came home late from work, and even on days when I was too exhausted to speak, she would simply curl up beside me, her head on my chest, her presence a quiet comfort.On the surface, everything was great. Our marriage looked flawless. We went out together, attended parties, smiled for the cameras, and held hands as if we were the perfect couple and of course we were the perfect couple because she s
NADIA'S POV.I watched Richard’s face as he stared at me, his expression a storm of emotions…anger, guilt, confusion. He looked so torn, so conflicted, and it thrilled me. He was struggling, fighting his own feelings, and I could see that he was losing the battle.This was my chance. I had to push him just a little more. Just enough to make him crack.I reached out, my hand grazing his arm as I leaned in closer, my voice low, soft.“Richard… you don’t have to pretend anymore,” I whispered, letting my eyes well up with tears. “I know you’re not happy with her. I know you feel trapped in that stupid, fake love marriage of yours.”His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me, his fists tightening on the steering wheel. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t deny it.I smiled to myself, knowing I was right. Of course he wasn’t happy. How could he be? He married Tammie out of obligation, out of some twisted sense of duty. But love? No. He didn’t love her. Not like he loved me.
NADIA'S POV.I stared at my phone, disbelief washing over me as I read Richard’s name on the screen. He was calling me. Richard was calling me.My heart pounded wildly, my fingers trembling as I swiped to answer. I had been calling him for days, desperate to hear his voice, to explain everything, but he never picked up. And when he did, it was only to warn me never to call him again, his voice cold and filled with anger.But now… now he was calling me. Maybe he was finally ready to forgive me. Maybe he was coming back to me.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to sound calm as I answered, “Richard…?”“Meet me at the bridge near Willow Creek. In thirty minutes.” His voice was flat, emotionless.My heart skipped a beat. He wanted to see me. He was giving me another chance.Before I could respond, he hung up.I stared at my phone, a wide smile spreading across my face. He was coming back to me. I knew he couldn’t stay away forever.I rushed to my room, throwing open my wardrobe and sea
NADIA'S POV.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove away from the secluded spot, my mind racing with thoughts of Max and his twisted games.The wedding invitation card sat on the passenger seat, mocking me with its gold-embossed letters. Nadia and Max. It was written so elegantly, so perfectly, as if this was a love story meant to be.I scoffed, the bitter taste of anger lingering on my tongue. Love story? What a joke. Max didn’t love me. He didn’t even know the meaning of the word. This was about power, control, and, most of all, wealth.I knew exactly why Max had shown me that card. He was sending me a message, a warning. He was stylishly telling me to hasten up my plans to destroy Tammie and Richard’s marriage.And if I didn’t do it soon, if I was too slow or too careful, then I’d have no choice but to marry him.I gritted my teeth, the reality of his manipulation sinking in. Max was trying to corner me, to pressure me into speeding up my plans. He knew I didn’t love him.
RICHARD'S POV.I paced around my room, running my hands through my hair, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts.I couldn't shake the image of Tammie’s face when she saw Alisha coming out of my room last night.The way her eyes widened for just a second before she forced her expression into a cold
TAMMIE'S POV.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I navigated the winding roads.The location Max had sent wasn’t far, but the drive felt excruciatingly long. My mind was racing, images of what I had just witnessed flashing before my eyes.Richard... and that woman.A
TAMMIE'S POV.I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the sight of them together. The way he looked at her, the way she laughed at something he said…it was too much.My chest tightened, the pain spreading through me as I turned away, my feet moving before my mind even registered the decision. I could
TAMMIE'S POV.I stumbled back, my heart pounding as the scene replayed in my mind. The image was seared into my memory…Richard on the couch, his head tilted back, his arm wrapped around her.The woman with bandages. Her head rested on his chest, her body curled into his side, as if she belonged the












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