LOGINBLURB “Please,” I moaned into Darcy’s lips, trying to get away from him even though my body craved him intensely. Adrian Martinez has already lost everything, her parents, her freedom, and the child she was told never took a breath. Betrayed by the man she loved, framed for crimes she didn’t commit, and branded an ex-convict, she’s forced to start over in a world that refuses to forgive her. When she stumbles into a nanny position for a billionaire’s little girl, Adrian knows it’s her last chance at survival. But nothing could prepare her for Damien Darcy,the cold, ruthless CEO who doesn’t believe in love, not after his heart was shattered. To him, women are nothing but gold diggers. To her, men are nothing but destroyers. Yet the spark between them is undeniable… dangerous. The little girl clings to Adrian as though she’s more than a stranger. Darcy recognizes something in Adrian he’s been haunted by for years. And when desire turns into a forbidden night of passion, secrets from their pasts unravel, exposing lies, betrayals, and a truth that could bind them forever… or ruin them both.
View MoreChapter 139Adrian’s POV One Year LaterSunlight filled the room from the tall windows making the room bright and the baby couldn't sleep anymore. I stood in the nursery, rocking our son in my arms. Gently.Noah. Noah Darcy Rodrigo.One month old. With Darcy’s dark hair and my gray-green eyes. Perfect.My life had changed totally after giving birth to our son. I still can't believe that my life was going well. Beautiful. Peaceful. After all that had happened in my life, it felt good to be here with Darcy,my husband and my two beautiful children. After thinking I'd not survive it after all I'd endured—the prison, the loss, the betrayal—I was here. Loved. Free. Happy.A year had passed Darcy and I had gotten married after he proposed publicly, we did the pregnancy together. I never knew carrying a child and staying with the right person was a no stress process unlike carrying a baby in the prison space. Darcy did everything I wanted and he made sure I was alright. We began building
Chapter 138Adrian’s PovThree weeks since prison.Three weeks since the truth about Brittany, Martin—and the baby I thought I’d buried.Pink. My daughter. Mine and Darcy’s.The DNA test had confirmed it, but I hadn’t gone to see her. Not yet. Every time I pictured Darcy, I saw the cold look in his eyes when he had me arrested, the snap of handcuffs on my wrists. Even knowing now that it was part of his plan to trap Brittany didn’t erase the humiliation of it.So I healed alone in the condo he’d given me. I ignored his calls, deleted his messages. But I couldn’t stay away forever. Pink needed me.Today, I finally drove to his penthouse.I rang the bell trying to steady my hands from shaking. I rang the bell again. Twice. No answer. Darcy’s car was in the garage yet nobody came to get the door. I used my spear key to open it. When I entered the air smelled faintly of smoke. My stomach dropped.“Darcy? Pink?”I called but no one answered. Smoke filled the house. It was choking my throat
Chapter 137Brittany’s POVI stood there...over Martin’s body, watching him in his pool of blood, the gun still warm in my hand.No fear. No regret. Nothing.He was dead because he wanted to ruin me. He deserved what I did. I didn’t care about him. I never did.He had planned to confess to the police, to destroy everything I’d built. So I stopped him. Simple.Blood spread across the motel carpet. His eyes were still open, blank.“I told you Martin, I warned you that if you mess up with me I won't let it go. I told you what would happen if you betrayed me,” I said softly.But now he's dead and he couldn’t hear me anymore.I wiped the gun, put it in my bag, and grabbed the duffel with all the money — three million now, all mine. I deleted the video on his phone and there was no need to reset it. No evidence. No loose ends.For a second, I looked around the room, I saw the blood, Martin’s body laid there—cold. That's the end of our story and felt only finality.This was the end of his l
Chapter 136Martin's PovMidnight hours…At the motel room with Brittany laid down beside me. I can hear her breathe, she wasn't sleeping either. I knew she was thinking of her next plan. We have failed in everything we did just to take Adrian out and I give up.Finally she had convinced me to go to Mexico with her. She said she was pregnant and needed help to park in her new apartment there. I know it was a lie that she just wanted me around her. I agreed just for her to shut her up. Her voice was getting on my nerves.Maybe tomorrow morning, we'd leave together. We'd split the money—one and a half million each and then we'll travel to the next state. Maybe when we got there, we'd go our separate ways. Maybe not. We'd figure it out when the time came.But tonight, we were here in this cheap motel room. Closer to each other.I should have felt relieved. The plan was set. The money was ready. All I had to do was to wait until tomorrow, maybe I'd be free.I felt... wrong.Something was
Chapter 119Darcy’s POVI woke to Adrian asleep on my chest, her arm over me. Her breathing—soft. She was beautiful with her calm face. For a second, the world felt right.Before the accident, we’d fought bitterly. She’d been angry, ready to leave me forever and I’d earned that pain. But now, she w
Chapter 116Adrian's POVOne week.I’d been in the hospital for a week. Mostly I try to remember the past but to no avail. I dream about somethings that had happened in the past but I can't place the dots and how it's connected. Then they finally said I could go home.The doctors had been checking
Chapter 114Brittany's POVTwo pink lines lay on the sink like a verdict.Pregnant.Three weeks, the hospital said. That meant the father was either Thomas or Martin. Both outcomes were a disaster. I should have felt afraid. Instead I felt the familiar, sharp focus that came before a plan.The hote
Chapter 115Darcy’s POV“Memory loss?”The words slipped out too loud in the hospital hallway. Some passing nurse looked over, but I barely noticed.Dr. Sharma’s calm voice felt unreal. “Yes. It’s a form of post-traumatic amnesia. Not uncommon after a head injury like hers.”I gripped the wall. “Wh






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