MasukThis is a second-chance romance thriller about Bella Morrison, a woman whose life is destroyed when she's drugged at her bachelorette party and wakes up in billionaire Darian Dreven's hotel room, accused of being a prostitute. After losing everything, her fiancé, family, and reputation, she's forced to work for the very man who witnessed her humiliation. As they fall in love despite the circumstances, new betrayals tear them apart, leading Bella to flee the country and build a new life as an international superstar. Six years later, they reunite, and Darian discovers he has a daughter he never knew existed. When their child is kidnapped by Darian's obsessed childhood friend Vivian and Bella's spurned admirer Ethan, the couple must confront their painful past to save their future and finally claim the love they were denied.
Lihat lebih banyakBella walked out of Marcus’s building like her legs didn’t belong to her. The night air hit her face cold and sharp, but she didn’t feel it. Her whole body felt numb, like someone had switched her off.Rachel’s voice kept playing in her head.“Took you long enough to figure it out.”The drugs. The escort setup. The way Rachel smiled while saying it. Like it was nothing. Like Bella was nothing.She kept walking. Fast. No direction. Just away.How could she miss it? All those years. Sleepovers. Late-night talks. Rachel crying on her shoulder when guys broke her heart. Bella holding her up. Telling her she deserved better.And the whole time… Rachel was fucking Marcus. Planning. Waiting. Smiling in her face while sharpening the knife.Bella’s chest burned. Not just from crying. From stupid questions that wouldn’t stop.Was this always supposed to happen? Did I deserve it? Was I too blind? Too trusting? Too… something?She laughed once but it was short and bitter. The sound scared
Marcus thrust harder, hips snapping forward with a wet slap that filled the dim bedroom. Rachel’s legs locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like she wanted to pull him deeper. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines that burned just right.“Fuck, Rach… so tight,” he groaned, voice rough and low. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, sliding between her bouncing breasts.Rachel arched up, meeting every slam. Her pussy clenched around him on purpose, squeezing hard at the base of his cock each time he pulled back. “Harder, baby… give it to me like you used to give it to her.”Marcus growled at that. His hand shot to her throat, not choking, just holding, thumb pressing lightly under her jaw. “Don’t talk about her.”Rachel laughed, breathy and mean. “Why? You’re fucking me now. Not her. Me.”She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The friction made her moan loud, high and needy. Marcus’s rhythm fa
Bella pushed open the apartment door with her shoulder, keys jingling softly in her hand. The place was dark except for the faint glow of the hallway light she always left on. Quiet. Too quiet. “Rachel?” she called out, voice echoing off the empty walls. No answer. She dropped her bag on the couch, kicked off her heels, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. A quick glance at the counter, Rachel’s usual mess of coffee mugs and takeout containers was gone. The fridge hummed, but the sink was dry. No lipstick-stained glass. No half-eaten yogurt container with the spoon still in it. She wasn’t home. Bella exhaled through her nose. Part of her was relieved. She didn’t want to talk right now anyway, not about the office, not about Darian, not about the way Vivian’s hand had looked wrapped around him like she owned every inch. She just wanted to wash the day off her skin and disappear into her own head for a while. She headed straight for the bathroom. The shower came on
Bella pushed open the apartment door with her shoulder, keys jingling softly in her hand. The place was dark except for the faint glow of the hallway light she always left on. Quiet. Too quiet.“Rachel?” she called out, voice echoing off the empty walls.No answer.She dropped her bag on the couch, kicked off her heels, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. A quick glance at the counter, Rachel’s usual mess of coffee mugs and takeout containers was gone. The fridge hummed, but the sink was dry. No lipstick-stained glass. No half-eaten yogurt container with the spoon still in it.She wasn’t home.Bella exhaled through her nose. Part of her was relieved. She didn’t want to talk right now anyway, not about the office, not about Darian, not about the way Vivian’s hand had looked wrapped around him like she owned every inch. She just wanted to wash the day off her skin and disappear into her own head for a while.She headed straight for the bathroom.The shower came on hot, steam risin


















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