Se connecterShe gave everything to the man she loved: her ideas, her dreams, her future. She thought he loved her too. Until it all fell apart. Lucia Hale is a brilliant woman who devotes her life to building her husband's dreams. When she is diagnosed with cancer, everything comes crashing down: including the life she had built with Jack Hale. The man she loved had been slowly poisoning her for years, all while building a secret life with her best friend. When Lucia crashes her car and wakes up in a hospital, she learns the most shocking truth of all: her name is Elara Harrington, sole heir to one of the most powerful dynasties in the country. And she is very much alive. With a new name, a new empire and a dangerously charming ally in the cold but annoying Atlas Steele, Elara rises from the ashes of the life that was stolen from her. But revenge is a game with more players than she knows…and someone far closer has been pulling the strings all along. The heiress is coming home. And this time, she's burning everything down.
Voir plusAtlas’ mask finally broke. His hand slipped out of Elara’s before she could stop him, and he leaned forward, his eyes blazing. “WHAT?”Victoria gave him a warning glance, but he ignored it, shifting his gaze to Raphael and Amelia. “You spin that cock-and-bull shit story, and just expect me to take it like that?” “We don't expect you to take anything,” Raphael replied, cool and composed. “And you could have waited till the wedding before you made an objection.”“Atlas-” Victoria started.“She tried to sedate my wife. He tried to have my father put away, just so he could contest for a place on the Steele seat. And now, out of the blue, they're getting married?” “Those are far-fetched accusations,” Raphael snapped, his eyes glaring as well. “ I could sue you for that.” “Oh no.” Atlas’ voice was quiet fire. “You wouldn’t get to the court.” Another round of silence fell on the court. Carter took a hurried sip of his wine. Victoria shot another glance at Atlas, but he was too busy st
The looks of shock and surprise differed from face to face. Elara stared as Amelia walked down the stairs with Raphael, smiling at all, looking unbothered for all it seemed. “Everyone's just getting married to Harringtons now?” Graham mumbled as they took their seats. Atlas remained still, watching with a blank face. But the corner of his lips quivered when someone else walked into the terrace, a teenager with red hair like Raphael, chewing gum loudly and moving with exaggerated swagger. He sat next to Raphael, winked at Elara, then jerked his chin at Atlas. “What’s up?” he said. “Great, and here's the brat,” Graham mumbled again. “Hey, suck a fat one, old man,” the teenager snapped at him. “That's enough now, Theo,” Raphael said. His voice had a deep, rich timbre, and suddenly, Elara imagined Peter Steele sitting in his place. They must have looked quite alike. Atlas didn't seem to have that thought on his mind. He was shifting his gaze between Raphael and Amelia, waiting
They descended the stairs together, Atlas's hand still steady on her back. The evening light had faded, but the lanterns were so bright, it seemed like daylight. The table had already been set with food, but that wasn't what caught her attention. What did, was the people seated around it. There were seven of them, seated in the lantern light. Two children, both fair-haired, heads bent over their phones and paying the world no attention at all. Beside them, a couple who were unmistakably their parents: the woman blonde, poised, watching Elara with open curiosity; the man with the same pale blue eyes Atlas had, though softer somehow and less sharp. Further down sat a woman with a severe pixie cut and an expression of profound boredom, and beside her, a younger man who looked up the moment Elara appeared and did not stop looking.And the seventh person was Victoria, seated at the head of the table. Atlas bent to press a kiss to his grandmother's cheek before taking his seat at the ot
Clara held up the second dress against the first, weighing them both with a critical eye. “This one,” she said finally, nodding at the deep emerald in her left hand. “The other looks too soft.” Elara sighed, taking the dress. On a normal day, she would be able to make the choices herself. But it wasn't a normal day. It was the day she was supposed to meet with the Steele extended family. She had taken her bath half an hour ago,and was now spending the other half combing through her clothes, trying to find a very good-looking one. Each one was better than the last, and she had to call Clara in to help. “You look…worried, ma'am,” Clara said. “It's just nerves.” She took the dress, then stepped out of her towel to change. By the time she emerged, she'd rehearsed the evening in her head a dozen different ways. Perform calm long enough, she'd learned, and eventually it stopped being a performance at all. Clara helped adjust the dress from behind while she stared
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