LOGIN“Tell me to stop,” I whispered, my lips brushing against the heated skin of his neck. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away right now.” Everette’s breath hitched, his body trembling under my touch. “Raze… don’t—” “Say you don’t miss me,” I murmured, my fingers slowly loosening his tie. “Say it, and I’ll go. No games.” “Don’t… stop,” he breathed, eyes dark with conflicted desire. I smiled against his throat. “That’s what I thought.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………Everette Carrington betrayed Raze Schmidt—the only man he had ever loved….by pushing him out of the company they built together. Now, when that same company faces a devastating PR crisis, the board offers one shocking solution. A public partnership with his ex. Betrayed, cast aside, and left heartbroken, Raze agrees to return with one calculated goal: thirty days to make Everette fall for him again… straight into his arms and into his trap. But as buried family lies, hidden bloodlines, and deadly secrets begin to surface, Raze discovers that revenge might cost him the one thing he never expected to want again—Everette’s heart.
View MoreRaze’s pov The gates of Carrington estate opens after the guard checks my name against whatever list he was holding. The driveway curves like a deliberate show of wealth, lined with ancient oaks and imported stone lanterns that probably cost more than my first apartment. The mansion sits at the end of it like royalty. White limestone walls, Floor to ceiling windows, Black wrought iron balconies. A fountain in front that never stops running. Old money doesn’t shout. I step out of the car, sunglasses on and an overnight bag slung casually over my shoulder. Thirty days……Thirty days inside this house. I smirk. Let the games begin. The front doors open before I reach them and Adam, the butler, stands there, perfectly composed in his dark suit, silver hair immaculate, hands folded in front of him like he has been waiting. “Good morning, Mr. Raze,” he says in that smooth, steady tone that has survived three generations of Carrington arrogance. “Adam,” I reply, genuin
Raze’s pov I have learnt from experience that when a room starts turning against you, you either control the fire or you burn in it. Everette was burning. The reporters were circling him like sharks that smelled blood in water. Every question hit harder than the last and his voice which was steady at first, began to thin around the edges. I could hear it and I could see the way his fingers pressed tightly against the table. He has never been one for public performance. He was losing them. And if he lost them, I lost leverage. Simple as that. I didn’t build my company from scratch to let a room full of cameras tear apart a deal and a revenge I have been waiting for. I leaned back in my chair, watching the chaos rise. Think Optics Emotion sells better than numbers. Narratives calm markets and I had one second to decide. One second to either let his empire crumble or tie myself to it in a way no one could question. My thumb brushed one of my gold rings on my m
Everette’s pov “This better be a joke, Dad,” Regan shouts. Father says nothing as he leads his fiancée towards the couch. “I have worked my fucking ass off for you,” she continues, following him. “You closed on the tip I brought you. I made you billions. And you’re going to give my title to this… this—” She searches for the filthiest word available. “—pussy bitch?” Angela’s lips twitch, not offended but amused, a movement I know will probably make my sister even more mad. I grab her arms before she lunges. “Really, Dad?” I say, tightening my grip on her wrist. “That title belongs to Regan. She worked for it.” “She will remain in International Affairs,” Father replies coolly. “She isn’t there yet.” “She proved herself,” I snap. “You made her jump through hoops for this and she has cleared every one so far .” “I worked fucking hard for this!” My sister shouts as she pulls away from me, shoving a crystal decanter off the desk. It shatters against the marble floor. “And I’m
Everette’s pov I stand at the top of the marble steps of my family’s mansion with my hands in my pockets, watching the driveway curve through the manicured gardens. The staff are arranged in two neat lines behind me. Appearances matter here. “Do you think Miss Regan will arrive in one piece today, sir?” Adam’s voice has the serious professional tone as always, but this time it’s slightly amused. I glance sideways at him. Adam Whitmore has been in this house longer than I have been alive. He raised my father, then he helped raise us. He is technically our butler but to us, he is practically family. He is also the closest thing I have ever had to a male steady hand on my shoulder. “She always arrives in one piece,” I say. “It’s everyone else around her who doesn’t.” A small smile touches his mouth. “That’s a fair assessment, sir.” Somewhere beyond the gates, tires hum against pavement and I wait, eager to see her. Regan had left two years ago after Father publicly humiliated
My mama raised me a Catholic, and we were taught to leave revenge for the Lord. But how can I leave it, when revenge practically landed right into my laps. ……………………… Raze’s pov “You’re killing me, doll,” I murmured into the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers press hard against me through my






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