Masuk"I spent two years becoming his perfect shadow. Now, I'm going to watch him kneel, beg, and realize too late that the wife he threw away was the greatest mistake of his life." Leila Stonne was the invisible wife. Quiet. Loyal. Submissive. She survived her forced marriage to corporate tyrant Karl Hawthorne by clinging to a desperate hope: If I become extraordinary enough, he will finally love me. By day, she stayed hidden. By night, she poured her architectural genius into a masterpiece design meant to finally make him proud of her. But on their second anniversary, the illusion shatters. Karl walks into her studio, ignores the cold dinner she prepared, and drops divorce papers over her life’s work. He is marrying Natalia Scott, a glittering, hyper-wealthy celebrity heiress. Discarded and humiliated, Leila signs the papers and disappears. She walks away with zero dollars, completely stripping his billionaire surname from her identity. But she carries a secret that will bring his empire to its knees: She is pregnant with his child. Months later, the world changes overnight. Leila wins a prestigious global architecture prize, claiming a five-hundred-million-dollar award. The quiet woman Karl threw away as "obsolete" is suddenly a global phenomenon. And the first person to claim her is Karl's dangerous older brother, George Hawthorne. George saw the queen Karl was too blind to value. Now, Karl realizes his fatal mistake. He wants his wife back. He wants his child back. He wants another chance. But by the time he finally learns to kneel… Leila no longer remembers how to forgive.
Lihat lebih banyakKARLLeila's face filled the television screen.I sat on my couch, a glass of wine in my hand, watching an interview about the museum she had spent the past two years working on.She looked beautiful in her fitted cream dress, her hair falling neatly over her shoulders. There was a confidence in her voice that hadn't been there when we were married. She spoke about the museum's design, the challenges she had overcome, and what the completed project meant to her.And I was proud of her.The interviewer asked her what she hoped people would remember about the project.Leila smiled. “I want people to walk through the museum and feel that every detail has a purpose. I want them to see the work behind it and understand that something meaningful can be built even when the process isn't easy.”I lowered my glass.For a moment, I forgot about the room around me. I was back in the days when I could have sat across from her at dinner and listened to her talk about her work. Back when she would
GEORGETwo Years Later........Leila had been busy preparing for the museum’s grand opening, leaving me in charge of Mila for most of the day.If anything, I enjoyed having my daughter all to myself. She had kept me busy since morning, demanding my attention every few minutes and refusing to let me out of her sight. By the time she finally fell asleep, I felt as though I had just survived a battle.I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her carefully onto the bed. She stirred, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of her blanket, but she didn’t wake. I smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.“Finally,” I whispered. I had barely straightened when someone knocked at the door. I frowned as I stepped out of the bedroom, closed the door quietly behind me, and went to answer it.Theodore’s lawyer stood outside. For a second, neither of us spoke. I hadn’t seen him since the day Theodore was laid to rest, and I certainly hadn’t expected him to show up at my house.
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LEILA“You’re in the hospital, Leila.” His fingers tightened gently around mine. “You’re safe. The baby is safe, too.”The baby.My eyes widened as everything came rushing back. The pain in my stomach. The office. The terrifying ride to the hospital. Then nothing.“Where is my baby?” I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness forced me back against the pillow.“Easy.” George moved closer, his hand hovering near my shoulder. “I’ll get someone to bring her to you.”He pressed the call button beside the bed. A nurse arrived a few minutes later, checked my condition, and smiled.“She’s doing well,” she assured me. “She’s been checked over, and there’s nothing to worry about at the moment. We’ll bring her in for you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Tears slipped down my
EVELINA Dominic.For a second, I thought it would be Julian. Or Theodore. Or nobody.Hotel hallways were always full of people coming and going. Most of the time, nobody looked twice at you.But Dominic was walking toward me. His hands were in his pockets, his expression flat and unreadable. He st
EVELINA The door opened.Aria Vance walked in with one hand resting lightly on Julian’s arm. She glanced around the table easily, already smiling before anyone spoke.Julian looked across the room. His eyes passed over me without stopping before settling on his parents.“Dad. Mum.” A beat. “ This
EVELINA The corridor felt different when I stepped out of Dr. Yuen’s office.People were moving faster. Reception staff straightened behind their desks. Nurses glanced toward the entrance like they were expecting someone important.A name passed quietly through the hallway. “Aria Vance.”I kept wa
EVELINA The notification was still on my screen when I woke up.CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE QUALIFIED FOR THE APEX URBAN PRIZE. Final submission window: 7 days.I stared at it through a few hours of broken sleep and the dull ache climbing up the back of my neck.Outside the studio windows, the sky h












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