Naina Harper's life was a picture of perfection. She was on the verge of securing her future with her wedding to Lucas, the man she had always dreamed of spending her life with, but fate had other plans. That was when she met him - Kyle Prescott, the billionaire with a reputation for ruthlessness and a gaze that could freeze blood. One night, one mistake, and Naina's world came crashing down. Drugged at a party, she found herself in Kyle's arms, and the price of that one night stand was devastating: a pregnancy that would bind her to Kyle forever, tying her to a man she barely knew. As Naina struggled to comprehend the destruction of her life, she faced an impossible choice: reconcile her past and present, or succumb to a new, loveless reality as the billionaire's contracted bride, bound to him in a living nightmare of his making, forever at the mercy of his twisted desires.
Lihat lebih banyak~Naina’s POV~
I woke up to a pounding headache, my temples throbbing like a drumline. Groggily, I opened my eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. The soft, rhythmic sound of snoring filled the room, but it wasn't Lucas's familiar gentle hum. Panic surged through me like ice water, my heart racing as I turned to face the stranger beside me.
His naked chest rose and fell with each breath, his chiseled features relaxed in sleep. I didn't recognize him, and my mind raced to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. The taste of tequila lingered on my tongue, and the faint scent of cologne clung to my skin.
Recollections flooded in: arriving at the party with friends, laughing and dancing, then...nothing. My memories were shrouded in a haze of alcohol and confusion. I had no recollection of leaving the party or ending up in this room with a stranger.
My gaze drifted down, and I noticed a red stain on the sheet. A wave of nausea washed over me as I realized the truth. I had lost my virginity, meant for Lucas, in a night I couldn't remember. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I scrambled out of bed, my head spinning.
"This has to be a dream," I muttered, my voice shaking.
My phone buzzed, Lucas's name flashing on the screen. Guilt and shame suffocated me, making it hard to breathe, andstopped me from answering. A text from Amy urged me to meet her in the lounge when I woke up. Could I trust Amy with what happened? The thought of her disappointment tore at me. What would she think of me now?
I cleaned up and dressed quickly, grabbing my purse, and rushed to leave, only to collide with Amy outside my door. I quickly shut it, but her surprised look lingered, her eyes searching for what I was hiding.
"Are you okay? Why the rush?" she asked.
"It's nothing, let's just go," I said, masking my turmoil as we left.
As we walked to the lounge, Amy chattered away telling me that the other girls had left , oblivious to my inner turmoil. I nodded along, trying to focus on her words, but my mind kept drifting back to what happened.
When we reached the lounge, Amy steered me towards a secluded corner. "What's going on, Naina?
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. Amy was my best friend
"I... just had a rough night," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Amy's eyes widened in concern. "What happened? Rough night? How? Did Lucas call you? Did something happen with Lucas?"
I shook my head, unable to meet her gaze. "No, it's not Lucas. It's... it's complicated."
"Complicated how?" Amy pressed, her curiosity piqued.
"I... I can't tell you, Amy. Not yet," I said, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
Amy's expression softened, and she reached out to squeeze my hand. "It's okay, Naina. You don't have to tell me if you're not ready. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her, grateful for her understanding. But as we pulled apart, a nagging doubt crept into my mind. Could I really trust Amy with my secret?
~~~
Two days later, Lucas invited me to celebrate his promotion at his workplace. Guilt and confusion gnawed at me.
Should I tell Lucas about the incident?
Would he believe it was a mistake?
"You've been acting strange since the party with your friends" Lucas said as he drove us.
"Huh?" I was lost in my thoughts.
"Is everything okay? Something seems off," he asked, concern evident.
I smiled, shaking my head, unwilling to burden him with my secret.
"Congratulations on the promotion," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Thanks dear " he replied, turning to face me "I wanted to talk to you about something important."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I've been thinking a lot lately," Lucas continued, "about us, about our future."
I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.
"I know things have been tough lately, with the wedding and everything," he said, his tone softening. "But I want you to know that I love you, Naina. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Tears welled up in my eyes. How could I tell him the truth now, when he was being so sincere?
"I love you too, Lucas," I said "I want to spend the rest of my life with you too."
A sense of relief washed over me. Maybe I didn't need to tell him after all. Maybe I could bury this secret deep inside and pretend it never happened.
But deep down, I knew the truth would always haunt me.
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At his workplace, the celebration was in full swing. Lucas excused himself, and I wandered, admiring the company's grandeur. A message from Lucas summoned me to the fifth floor.
I went to the elevator. As the doors opened, I froze.
Inside stood the stranger from that night, accompanied by another man. I hesitated but entered, pushing the button for the fifth floor. Could he recognize me? Had he followed me?
"So, you mean you haven't found the lady yet?" he said, his voice husky and deep, the first time I had heard it.
"Actually, according to the receptionist, she came with her friends and left, and..."
"It's okay," he cut his secretary short.
I was shocked. Were they referring to me? Why was he looking for me?
"Cancel all the appointments I have today. I have somewhere else to be," he said.
"But..."
"But what? I own this company, and I can do whatever I want," he asserted, causing me to gasp out loud.
If he owned this company, then he must be Kyle Prescott, the arrogant, enigmatic, and lazy heir, the CEO of the company, and Lucas's boss.
So, I had slept and lost my virginity to someone like that. It felt like a scene from a book.
The elevator stopped, and the other man, whom I assumed was his secretary, got out, leaving me alone with him.
Suddenly, there was a jolt, and the ground shook. Losing my balance, I grabbed onto the first thing I could, which happened to be his arm.
The tingles of his skin danced across my palm. I looked at my hand, seeing his unwavering gaze on it. He scrunched his eyebrows, trying to place me.
"I'm sorry, but have we met before? You look familiar," his tone was questioning.
"No, we haven't," I stated coolly, pulling my hand away as the elevator stopped and the lights flickered. The speakers in the elevator filled the small space. "I'm sorry to inform you, but our elevator seems to have broken down."
Suddenly, the elevator abruptly halted, and the lights dimmed down into a soft glow. I groaned, knowing full well that I was truly and utterly screwed. I was stuck in an elevator with someone I had prayed not to encounter again.
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 who pushed me after all,” he said like none of it really mattered.My brows shot up, stunned by the indifference in his tone. “Did you even listen to everything?”“Yes, I did,” he replied. His voice softened slightly. “And I’m sorry… sorry you had to go through all that.”I blinked. That part of the recording where I’d been dragged and assaulted. He must’ve heard it. Maybe that’s what triggered that apology. But that wasn’t what this was about right now.“Don’t make this about me,” I said, stepping closer. “This is about you. And your brother…..He carried the guilt of being your killer for years,” I said “Do you have any idea what that must’ve done to him?”Lucas looked away. He wasn’t respon
Kyle stood up from the chair and walked out of his room, and I followed right behind. As we descended the stairs, Naky barked louder, pacing anxiously near the door. Kyle reached it and glanced at me briefly before unlocking and pulling it open.Standing there, was Ethan and beside him, to my utter disbelief, was Lucas.The moment our eyes met, Lucas stepped forward and rushed to me.“Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed deeply with concern as his eyes scanned over me like he was trying to assess if I’d been hurt.Ethan stepped forward too, eyes wide with worry. “What are you still doing here?” he whispered sharply. “But before I could say a word, Lucas suddenly clenched his fist and, without warning, swung.His fist collided with Kyle’s jaw with a sickening thud.“Kyle!” I gasped, and his head jerked to the side from the impact, stumbling slightly as he lifted his hand to his lips. A smear of red painted his knuckles.Lucas raised his hand again, furious, but I threw myself b
When I entered my room, it was almost untouched. As if time had held its breath, waiting for me to return. The faint scent of lavender still clung to the sheets.I slipped off Kyle’s jacket, the warmth of it fading from my shoulders. Underneath, my top was still torn, the jagged edges around the neckline a brutal reminder of what had happened earlier. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like I was staring at someone else. Someone scraped and bruised and silent.My fingertips grazed the torn fabric then I thought about what Mrs Prescott had said that the Prescott family was never hers to begin with.What did that even mean?Was she not really a Prescott? Or did she mean the power, the legacy, the control, it never belonged to her?But still… what kind of mother turns her daughter into an unstable person ? What kind of grandmother breaks her grandsons into pieces, molding them into shadows of who they could’ve been?She couldn’t die now. Not yet.Not until I knew the truth.Who we
I reached for the dial in the car and turned on the radio. Static buzzed through first, crackling like the tension in the air. Then a news reporter’s voice filled the car, talking about some political scandal or market drop, I didn’t care. I rolled the button, skipping past voices, until finally, a song began to play.Soft piano at first. Then strings. The kind of song that fills the silence too well, like it knows you’re breaking and wants to be gentle about it.Kyle glanced at me, confused, his brows slightly pulled together like he couldn’t understand why I was doing something so ordinary. But I didn’t say anything. Just leaned back, letting the music float around us like a blanket.“It’ll be okay, Kyle,” I said quietly. “It’s not bad to let it out… to feel it. All of it.”I reached over and turned the volume up louder, loud enough to drown out the world if it wanted to. Loud enough to feel it in our chests.And then I unbuckled my seatbelt.I didn’t want to crowd him. I thought ma
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 whimpering like an injured animal. It was one of the officers who shot her right in the upper chest, just before she could pull the trigger on herself.Her breaths came out broken and wet, her chest rising in short, shallow bursts as blood began to spread through her blouse. Her hand twitched once, like she was trying to reach for something, maybe Kyle, or maybe the gun again. But she was too far gone.She tilted her head slightly in his direction eyes glazed over and dull and with one last burst of breath, forced out a word. “Monster…” And then her body gave out.The blood at her lips thickened. Her eyes stopped trying to blink.The paramedics rushed in, pushed us aside. They were fast..to
“Kyle,” I called but he didn’t even flinch. His fist slammed down once more, blood spraying like a warning but not to him. He was far gone. Drenched in rage.Then—BANG! The gunshot rang through the room so loud it silenced everything for a second. My heart jumped into my throat, and I flinched hard, instinctively ducking even though I was still tied up.The man behind Mrs. Prescott was now pointing a gun directly at Kyle.“You don’t want me to do this, right?” the man warned, voice trembling just slightly behind the fake control.Kyle didn’t even blink. He turned his face, slowly, blood smeared across his jaw like war paint. And then he… laughed. Just a small, dry scoff—like death didn’t scare him. Like pain was too familiar to matter anymore.“If killing this fucking guy gets me killed,” Kyle said, voice low and guttural, “then so be it. But if you kill me before I kill him then I swear on my life, my ghost will haunt your pathetic ass till you piss yourself every night.”He turn
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