LOGIN"Marry me, Selene. Six months, without feelings." Lucian Blackwood lives by one rule: control everything—or destroy it. As the heir to a billion-dollar business empire, he never needed anyone—least of all the intern he once branded a criminal. Selene Cole just wants a normal life, far from the night that stained her name as a hacker and a liar. But when the same syndicate resurfaces and threatens her family, Lucian offers a dangerous way out: a contract marriage to the man who once destroyed her. What starts as a cold agreement soon turns into a dangerous game of temptation. Behind boardrooms and bedrooms, between firewalls and betrayals, they must fight enemies lurking in the dark—while battling the fire slowly consuming them both. Will this agreement save Selene from the shadows hunting her, or will it shatter her heart?
View MoreImagine a rock that finally cracks after being dripped on, drop by drop, over a long period of time.That's how I feel right now—relieved, but undefined.Lucian kept his promise and got rid of the tradition that made me uncomfortable.I should be happy, but for some reason I feel suffocated.Why did Lucian do it? Didn't he want me to fall in love with him? Then why would he?I didn't expect Lucian's request to be granted without objection. In fact, I could already imagine Mr. Arthur's angry face when Lucian made his request.I thought the traditional dinner was very sacred, and indeed it was. This was evident when Lucian's uncles and aunts immediately protested after hearing his request. Only Mr. Gregory and Uncle Edward did not protest. Then, Mr. Arthur agreed without hesitation.I guess the company really is Mr. Arthur's top priority.After this last dinner, Lucian and I walked to our rooms."I kept my promise," said Lucian without stopping."Yes, thank you," I said, walking right b
This morning, for the first time, I did nothing while sitting in my office.The screen in front of me was lit up. Files were open. Notifications kept coming in.But my mind was elsewhere.Ethan didn't say anything either. He just placed a few files on the table, neatly, as usual, before finally leaving the room without a word.The door closed slowly.It wasn't slammed.It wasn't emphasized.It was as if the silence was being preserved.I stared at the screen without really reading its contents.The rows of numbers should have been familiar. Logs, timestamps, data streams—things that had been my lifeline yesterday. But this morning, everything felt like footprints at a crime scene.TARGET SECURED.The phrase popped into my head, even though my phone had been locked for a while.I swallowed.I knew I hadn't killed anyone.I also knew I hadn't touched a weapon, hadn't knocked on that door.But the system I dismantled... the paths I closed... the bait I set with such precision... it all l
Lucian's room always felt too quiet for someone whose life was filled with danger.The door closed behind us with a soft click, but it was enough to block out the remaining noise from the lobby. The dark-tinted glass walls reflected the morning light, and his desk was neat and tidy, with not a single unnecessary item on it—just like its owner.I stopped in front of the desk.Lucian didn't sit down immediately. He placed a black folder on the desk, opening it slowly, as if making sure the room was completely secure before sealing it off.I turned to him."Why are we here?" I finally asked. "Usually we go straight to our respective rooms."Lucian looked up. His gaze was serious—not cold, but alert."Because this isn't a matter that can be discussed casually," he replied briefly.He motioned for me to sit down.I obeyed, even though a feeling of unease crept slowly into my chest. If Lucian had chosen his own room—the most sterile and closed-off room in this building—it meant that the pro
Morning came without any significant sound.The sunlight penetrated the thin curtains, falling on the floor of the room like pale, cold lines.I woke up first, my body still feeling heavy, not because of last night's drinks, but because of memories I didn't want to fully face.Lucian was still asleep on the other side of the bed. This was unusual. It was the first time I had seen him asleep in the morning. Usually, when I woke up, I was the only one here.His glasses were gone, his robe was carelessly folded on the chair. His face looked younger when he slept, the sharp lines on his forehead softened, as if the burden he always carried had finally been lifted—even if only for one night.I got up slowly, careful not to wake him.In the small kitchen, I made coffee quietly. There was no morning music, no light conversation. Only the sound of the coffee machine and the ticking of the wall clock, which felt too loud.I was brewing an americano when I heard footsteps behind me.Lucian stoo












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