LOGINNaina Harper thought she had it all, the perfect life, the perfect fiancé, and a future with Lucas, the man she believed was her soulmate. Until one night shattered everything. Drugged at a party and left vulnerable, Naina wakes up in the bed of Kyle Prescott, the cold, ruthless billionaire known for his dark desires and untouchable power. What should’ve been a nightmare becomes a mystery she tries to forget. But the real nightmare came after. Lucas didn’t just leave her at the altar, he’d been sleeping with her best friend behind her back. The love she trusted turned out to be a carefully crafted lie. She wasn’t just betrayed. She was played. And then, the final blow. Pregnant. And the father? The man from that night. Kyle Prescott. Now, with nothing left to lose, Naina steps into Kyle’s world, not for love, but for revenge. To reclaim control. To make them all pay. But Kyle isn’t a man you walk away from. Not when he’s already made his move. Not when his name is on her body… and now, in her bloodline. He’s the obsession she never chose. The sin she can’t escape. And the billionaire who won’t let her go. Because Kyle didn’t just touch her life, he claimed it. And now, Naina Harper is forever bound… to his sin. ————— This is a slow burn story with just the right mix of mystery and thriller. It’s not just about love and revenge, it’s about secrets , control and the first line between obsession and fate.
View More_Epilogue_(One year later)———-The wind was soft, brushing against my cheeks as I stood at the edge of the beach, toes buried in warm sand, the sound of gentle waves filling the air.Kyle was behind me, his arms wrapped around our son, rocking him gently as he hummed something low and calming.I turned and watched them , both of them. The man who never gave up on me… and the tiny heartbeat that changed everything.Our baby’s name was Aiden. Kyle chose it. Said it meant “little fire.” Fitting, I guess, for a child born after so much chaos, and yet somehow became our peace.I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second. The past still lingered. It always would. Some nights, I still woke up unsure of who I was. Sometimes, the guilt would creep in. But it didn’t consume me anymore.Because I knew now , healing wasn’t forgetting.It was remembering… and still choosing to move forward.“Hey,” Kyle’s voice called softly behind me. “We’ve got sand in his mouth.”I laughed, turning ar
I stepped out of the orphanage, the air suddenly too thick to breathe. The silence outside didn’t help, it only made the noise in my head louder. My phone started ringing. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My hands were trembling. My chest wouldn’t stop tightening, because this wasn’t just pain, this was realization. I wasn’t only a victim.In more ways than I wanted to admit, I’d been the one pulling strings too.The phone beeped again. A message from Mrs. Jones.……..”Naina… I know you’re overwhelmed right now, and I want you to hear me clearly. Yes, you have Dissociative Identity Disorder. You had a part of you, a protector self, who carried the rage, the plans, the pain you couldn’t handle as a child. But from today’s hypnosis, I believe that part has now gone dormant. You’re not switching anymore because that version of you has integrated or maybe, for now, she’s gone completely. That’s why the memories are returning. Slowly, painfully, but they’re yours now. You may not regain
Mrs. Jones kept trying to get me to say something, but I couldn’t. My throat was tight, my mind spinning. She eventually excused herself to get me something to drink.I stood up slowly, my legs shaky beneath me, and walked to the mirror in the corner of the room. I stared at my reflection.That’s when the memories from the hypnosis started rushing in.I saw myself at the orphanage. A much younger me… screaming, crying, setting fire to part of the building. My voice echoed in my head: “Stop hurting us!” I could see the adults’ faces, shocked, wide-eyed throwing uneasy glances at one another. And then... their whispers. “She’s the perfect candidate.”I shut my eyes tight, as if that would stop the flood. But it only made it worse.I saw it clear as day, the night I ended up in Kyle’s room after the party. I wasn’t just drugged. I had intentionally gone there.And then more, memories I’d never seen before, memories I didn’t even know existed. Like watching someone else’s life… only it wa
I winced slightly as I shifted, the soreness reminding me of what just happened.He noticed right away.“Too much?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.“I’m fine,” I mumbledYeah, it hurt. Not unbearable… just new.He got up and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running.A minute later, he came back, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “You need a warm bath.”“I can walk,” I said stubbornly.He raised a brow. “Can you?”I tried. Failed. Sat back down.“Shut up,” I muttered.He only chuckled, scooping me up without another word. I didn’t fight him this time.When we got to the bathroom, the tub was already filling, warm steam curling into the air. Rose petals floated on the surface, probably leftover from the decoration team and soft candlelight glowed along the edge.He gently lowered me in, and I sighed as the warmth soaked into my skin.He didn’t leave. Just sat nearby, watching me with that unre
“Whatever you’ve done, it’s not your fault, you are—”“You don’t fucking get it, Naina!” he snapped, his voice louder than he probably meant, and the second it left his lips, I saw the regret flash across his face. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink back. I just stood there, looking at him like I
I walked over to him and stopped right in front of him.“You’re done listening to it?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Lucas looked past me first towards Kyle then turned back to me.“And?” he asked flatly.I frowned. “And?” I repeated. “What do you mean by that?”“So he wasn’t the one w
My head was still bowed, shaking from the ringing left by the gunshot. I hadn’t even realized I’d squeezed my eyes shut until the silence thickened again. When I looked up, my body tensed automatically at the sight in front of me.Mrs. Prescott was on the floor, bleeding, still alive , barely but w
Ethan stood up slowly, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to gauge whether I saw him any differently now. I could still feel the quiet echo of his confession hanging in the air like soft fog.He looked almost... nervous.“Do you find me uncomfortable now that you know?” he asked, his voic






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