เข้าสู่ระบบ“Sign the divorce papers, Olivia… or I’ll make sure you never wake up again.” I thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever. But the night I overheard my husband plotting my downfall with my sister-in-law, my world shattered. The man I had sacrificed everything for was only after my family’s wealth and worse, he wanted me dead. Drugged. Betrayed. Left bleeding while he ran to the arms of his ex. That was Marcus Thompson, the man everyone believed was the perfect billionaire husband. But I won’t go down quietly. With enemies in my own family and assassins at my doorstep, I must fight back. And when David, the man who risked his life to save mine, steps in, I begin to see what true love really feels like. Now, I’m trapped between a husband who would rather bury me than let me go, and a man willing to risk everything to protect me. In a world built on lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets… who can I trust when even love could be a weapon?
ดูเพิ่มเติมDavid's POVThe federal building had a particular smell. Old carpet, recycled air, and the specific staleness of a place where serious things happened every day and the walls had absorbed enough of it that you felt it the moment you walked in. I had been in federal buildings before, many times, but always on the peripheral edges of cases. Document reviews, filing procedures, the administrative machinery of law.This was different.This was the center of it. Zara met me in the lobby at eight thirty. She was already carrying two coffees and had her files organized under one arm with the efficiency of someone who had been awake and working for hours before our meeting began.She handed me one of the coffees without a word."How bad is it going to be?" I asked."Complicated," she said. "Which is different from bad. Complicated we can work with."We took the elevator to the fourth floor and were shown into a conference room where Reeves was already seated at the head of the table with two
Victoria's POVThe café Zara chose was the kind of place that did not try too hard. Small tables, mismatched chairs, the smell of ground coffee and something baking in the back. The kind of place where nobody looked at you twice because everyone there was absorbed in their own quiet business. I arrived ten minutes early because I needed the time to sit with what I was about to do before I actually did it.Meet Sophia Dubois, Voluntarily, For coffee. Three months ago the idea would have been absurd. Three months ago I had been on the same side as Sophia, both of us instruments of the same plan, neither of us acknowledging out loud what that made us. Now Marcus was in federal custody and I was pregnant and sitting in a café waiting for the woman who had thrown herself against a hospital wall to frame my sister.Life had taken a strange shape. I ordered tea I did not particularly want and watched the door. She came in at exactly the arranged time. That was the first thing I noticed. Not
Sophia's POVThe conference room had no windows. I noticed that immediately when they led me in. Four walls, a long table, two prosecutors, a court recorder in the corner with her machine, and a glass of water nobody had touched. The kind of room designed to contain a conversation completely. No outside world. No weather. No way to look away from what you were there to do.I sat down and folded my hands on the table and told myself to breathe. The lead prosecutor was a woman named Patricia Chen. Mid forties, dark suit, hair pulled back, the kind of face that gave nothing away without effort. The second prosecutor was younger, a man named Harris who had a notepad and a pen and the careful attentiveness of someone who had been told to listen and was taking it seriously.Patricia Chen looked at me across the table and said, "Ms. Dubois, before we begin I want to confirm that you understand you are here voluntarily, that you have waived your right to have personal counsel present at your
Olivia's POVI woke up before David. His arm was around me, heavy and warm, and the morning was coming through the curtains in thin pale lines across the floor. The room smelled like sleep and something faintly woody from the furniture. Outside the window birds were making the kind of unhurried noise that only happened when the world had not yet fully started.I lay still and did not move. His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck. His arm was around my waist. I looked at the curtains and the light moving through them and I thought about the fact that this was the first morning in four years I had woken up beside someone and felt safe.That thought sat with me uncomfortably. Not because it was wrong. Because it was right, and the rightness of it was unfamiliar enough that some part of me did not quite trust it. I had learned in four years of marriage to Marcus that warmth was conditional. That morning could feel peaceful and still contain something waiting underneath
Sophia's POVPerfect. Absolutely perfect.I pressed my hand harder against my head, feeling the warm trickle of blood between my fingers. The impact against the wall had hurt more than I'd expected, but it was worth every bit of pain for this moment. The bruise was already forming beautifully, by t
Olivia's POVThe taste of betrayal was bitter in my mouth as I watched Sophia pull away from Marcus, her lipstick perfectly intact while his was slightly smudged. She looked like a cat that had just caught the fattest mouse in the house."Sophia," Marcus said, his voice warm in a way it hadn't been
Olivia's POVThe steady beeping of machines pulled me from the darkness like a rope dragging me up from the bottom of a deep well. My eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had sewn weights into them. The fluorescent lights above burned my eyes, making me squint as I tried to focus on the sterile white
POV: OliviaSt. Catherine's Hospital smelled exactly like the last hospital I had been in. Antiseptic and recycled air and the particular staleness of a building that never fully emptied. I had spent enough time in hospitals recently that the smell had started to feel like a warning rather than a s












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