LOGINOne reckless night. That was all it was supposed to be. For Elara Vane, it was a desperate escape from a life that was already crumbling. But by morning, she was gone leaving nothing behind but a memory and a scent Adrian Knight couldn't scrub from his mind. A year later, Elara is a ghost of her former self. Her parents are dead, her fortune is a memory, and she’s trapped in a "marriage" that feels more like a prison cell. Her uncle treats her like a pawn; her husband treats her like an inconvenience. Desperate for a way out, she lands a temporary job at the most powerful firm in the city. She thinks she’s safe. She thinks she’s hidden behind a new name and new character. She’s wrong. Adrian Knight hasn't forgotten the woman he calls "Cherry." He hasn't forgotten her face, her fire, or the way she vanished. Now that she’s walked back into his lair, he has no intention of letting her go again. But as Adrian pulls Elara into his dark, possessive world, secrets begin to bleed out. Why does he have a child’s toy in his office? Who is the boy he speaks of with such fierce protection? And why does Elara’s "husband" look more like a criminal than a partner? In a world of fake contracts and blood-soaked legacies, Elara is about to find out that the man she’s terrified of might be the only one holding the truth about the child she thought she lost forever.
View MoreCHERRY’S POVThe silence that followed the heavy thud of Adrian’s hand hitting the floorboards was louder than the gunshot. It was a vast, suffocating vacuum that sucked the remaining air straight out of my lungs. My palms were still pressed hard against his chest, but the terrifying, rhythmic pulse that had been pushing his life through my fingers just… stopped. There was no more warmth spreading. There was no more resistance. The large, invincible man who had filled every corner of my world was suddenly completely still beneath my hands, his broad shoulders sinking into the ruined white carpet like a discarded coat."Adrian?" I whispered, my voice sounding incredibly small, thin, and hollow against the massive mahogany walls of the penthouse. "Adrian, stop it. This isn't funny. Wake up. Please, just wake up." I shook him. I grabbed the front of his blood-soaked white shirt with both hands, my raw, split knuckles digging into the wet fabric, and I pulled him toward me. His head r
CHERRY’S POV The old truck engine died with a pathetic, metallic rattle in the overgrown weeds behind the Stone-Knight corporate headquarters. I didn't care about the black smoke pouring out from under the dented white hood. I didn't care about the tiny shards of glass still stuck in the sleeve of my grey hoodie from when I smashed the groundskeeper's window. My hands were steady on the steering wheel for the first time in three agonizing hours. The tears had dried into tight, salty streaks across my cheeks, tightening the skin over my bruised jaw and the ugly pink stitches in my eyebrow. They thought they had played me. Silas and Sandra thought they could treat my son like a piece of paper, a chess piece to be moved around to secure a board seat, a trust fund, or a legacy. They thought the waitress from Queens would just sit in the mud on the side of the highway and cry until the court signed the custody papers at dawn. They didn't know who they were dealing with. They had no i
CHERRY’S POVMy heart slammed against my throat so hard it made my teeth click. Seeing that little orange bundle of fabric being pulled out of the backseat was like a shot of pure, unadulterated lightning straight to my nervous system. The pain in my ribs completely vanished, and the freezing cold morning rain didn't even register. Before my brain could tell me how stupid it was to take on two people by myself with no weapon, my legs were already moving. I burst right out of the wet weeds like a wild animal, my old sneakers snapping hard against the cracked asphalt of the service road. But as I got closer, the image of what I expected—heavy tactical mercenaries with black masks—completely shattered. Standing by the open door of the sedan was a normal, perfectly ordinary-looking man and woman. They looked exactly like a regular, everyday couple you’d see at a grocery store or a suburban park. The woman was wearing a neat, oversized knitted cardigan, and the man had on a casual fleec
CHERRY’S POVThe grand foyer was freezing. The white marble looked clean, but the whole place felt like a funeral home. Sandra Stone was standing at the top of the big stairs, holding her glass of white wine. Her hand was shaking just enough to make the alcohol slosh around.All that smug arrogance she had been wearing like an expensive dress since yesterday was starting to slip. Down in the shadows by the hallway, three of Silas’s personal corporate lawyers were just standing there. They looked like three black crows waiting for a piece of meat, holding their leather briefcases tight. They didn't move, and they didn't speak; they just stared at the wet New Jersey mud we were dripping onto the floorboards. Sandra took a deep breath, trying to force her face back into that plastic, high-society look. She took one slow step down the stairs, her dark blue silk gown rustling against the stone. It was a dry, annoying sound that made the silence in the room feel even worse. She tilted h






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