FAZER LOGINArwen was never supposed to be here. Her sister was the beautiful and confident one. The one promised to billionaire tycoon Caelum Ravencroft. But days before her wedding to billionaire CEO Caelum Ravencroft, the perfect Isolde disappears. To save their family from ruin, her quiet, overlooked sister Arwen is pushed into her place. Caelum is powerful, distant, and used to getting exactly what he wants. He expects a polished bride who fits his world. What he gets instead is Arwen-quiet, thoughtful, an artist who hides her dreams and her pain behind polite smiles. He doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t trust him. But living under the same roof, pretending to be husband and wife, cracks something open neither of them planned. Then a message shatters everything: Don’t trust her. When Arwen’s secret is exposed, she’s thrown out with nothing but heartbreak — and a truth that could change everything. Because while Caelum believed she was lying to him, he never saw the real danger closing in. Now his enemies are circling and his empire is burning. The only woman who can save him is the one he lost. But… She’s already gone. And she’s carrying his heir.
Ver maisMain chapter She put the pen down. Just set it on the table next to the annulment document, stood up, and walked to the window.The drive was empty. The garden was grey. Rowan was outside her door.Everything exactly the same as it was yesterday.She looked at the document from across the room. At her real name printed on it. The first time any official paper had ever carried her name on it.She was not going to sign it.Not because she had a plan. Not because she had resources or allies or any clear path forward. She was not going to sign it because Marcelline had walked in here and placed that document on the table like the outcome was already decided, and something in Arwen had gone very certain the moment she’d touched it.She may have entered this house under someone else's name.But she was not leaving it as no one at all.She asked Rowan for paper the next morning.He looked at her. “Paper?”“And a pen. The one I had yesterday is almost running dry.” She held his gaze. “I just
She noticed it first on the third day.She’d been sitting at the window, which was her default position now, when something outside caught her attention. On Rowan’s phone, which he’d left face-up on the small table in the corridor when he stepped away briefly. The screen was visible through the gap in the door.A notification from a social media platform. And above the preview text was a name.Isolde Ravencroft.She couldn’t read the full notification from where she sat.“What’s happening to my public profile?” She asked Rowan directly when he came back.He looked at her for a moment. “I don’t have information about that.”“Rowan.”“I genuinely don’t, ma’am.” He said it in the way he said things that were true but incomplete. “That would be handled through Mr. Ravencroft’s communications team.”“Simone?”He said nothing, which confirmed it.She turned back to the window.So that was how it was starting.By the following morning she could feel it even from inside a locked room.Simone
She couldn't sleep.She lay on the bed in the dark with her eyes open and Caelum’s words echoing in the room, and she stared at the ceiling until the sky outside the window started going grey.He never came back to the room.She listened for footsteps in the corridor, for the door handle, for any sound that meant he was still somewhere close. Yet nothing. Just the quiet of the estate and the distant, occasional sound of his voice somewhere below.She was still in her clothes from the glass house when the door opened at seven.Rowan.He stood in the doorway with his hands at his sides and looked at her with the expression of a man carrying out instructions he hadn’t written.“Mr. Ravencroft has asked me to stay close today,” he said.She sat up slowly. “How close?”“Outside your door.”She looked at him for a moment. “Am I being guarded or watched, Rowan?”He held her gaze. “Those were my instructions, ma’am.”By nine she understood the full shape of it.Her phone was gone from the nig
The drive back to the estate was completely silent. Caelum drove with both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road the entire way. Arwen sat in the passenger seat with her hands folded in her lap and watched the city lights appear gradually as they left the coast behind. He hadn’t asked her to pack. He’d just said they were leaving and walked to the car and she’d followed because there was nothing else to do. The glass house was behind them. Everything it had held — the proposal, the ring, the album, the last few hours of something that had felt real and safe, was behind them too.-----He slammed the bedroom door behind them, and stood in the middle of the room with his jacket still on and looked at her with an unreadable expression she’d never seen him wear before — the look of a man who had made a decision and was executing it. “Sit down,” he said, trying to keep his voice neutral even though he was furious inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes steadily
Arwen stood in front of her closet staring at Isolde’s expensive silk nightgowns.She pushed past all of them until her fingers found what she was looking for at the very back.Her own nightgown from before, soft cotton in pale blue with tiny buttons down the front. She’d bought it three years ago
The shift happened so gradually that Arwen almost didn’t notice it at first.It started the morning after Caelum had given her the art supplies, when she came down to breakfast and found him already there with a cup of tea waiting at her place setting.“I had them make it the way you like it,” his
Arwen stood in Caelum’s study, waiting for him to destroy her.He moved to the bar, poured two glasses of whiskey and held one out to her.She took it with shaking hands.“Sit.”She sat.Caelum leaned against his desk. “I’m going to ask you a question. I want the truth.”“Okay.” Her heart was beati
Thursday came too fast.Arwen told Caelum she had a dress fitting.She told the driver to drop her three blocks away from the café. She walked the rest, looking over her shoulder every few steps.Corner Café on Madison was quiet at two PM. Evelyn sat in a back booth, coffee in front of her, looking


















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