LOGINLena Rowan, a struggling art student is blackmailed into posing as the comatose girlfriend of ruthless billionaire Damon Hale-- a man who believes she caused the accident that left his real girlfriend Amara in a coma. He despises her for what he thinks she's done and she loathes him for the way he uses her as a pawn. But when forced to live under the same roof, hatred becomes Obsession, and obsession begins to look dangerously like love. And more importantly, what happens when his real girlfriend wakes up?
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THREE NIGHTS AGOThe rain that night didn’t fall so much as it slashed—thin, knifing sheets that made everything outside the hospital blur into streaks of drowning yellow light. Perfect weather for slipping into places one didn't belong in. He stood across the street first, hood drawn low, hands shoved into the pockets of a stolen orderly’s jacket. Gideon hadn’t said much when he gave the order—just that flat, cold “Find out.” The kind of command that meant come back with the truth or don’t come back at all. Diego swallowed, pulled his mask up over his nose, and crossed the road.He moved through the lobby toward the elevators, passing nurses with paperwork, a security guard scrolling through his phone, a janitor leaning on her mop. None of them looked at him twice.Good.He slid into the elevator just as the doors began to close.The fluorescent light overhead buzzed as he tugged at the collar of the too-tight jacket and watched the numbers climb—3… 4… 5…When the doors opened, the a
Marco handed Gideon the rod with a stiff arm, his face tight, jaw braced. Gideon’s fingers curled around the cold steel like it belonged there—as natural to him as breath. His gaze never left Diego.“You have one last chance to answer me correctly,” Gideon spat, the words razor-sharp. His fingers moved to the front of his shirt, popping open the top two buttons with slow, deliberate flicks. The small motions echoed tension. He wanted mobility. He wanted no restrictions for what was coming.“Did you or did you not fuck her?”The rod gleamed as he shifted his grip.Diego swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed like he was physically forcing the truth—or a lie—down his throat. His eyes darted briefly to Richard, then to Marco, then back to Gideon.“I didn’t, sir.”Gideon stared at him for three seconds.Four.Five.Then he reached for the whiskey glass on the crate beside him. He lifted it, emptied it in one burning swallow, tossed his head back slightly as the alcohol slid down, and exh
Somewhere in New York A single bulb swung overhead in the dimly lit warehouse, casting uneven shadows that dragged and stretched as the men shifted.Richard sat at the head of the old metal table, fingers drumming in an unbroken rhythm. His jaw was locked, his posture composed, but the tension brewing underneath was volcanic.Across from him, Gideon Vale reclined in his chair with the unhurried confidence of someone who owned fear. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His expression was unreadable as he lifted a cigarette to his lips and took a long, slow drag.The ember glowed, reflecting briefly in his eyes.Then he exhaled—one lazy plume of smoke drifting upward, curling in the cold air.Marco, one of his men stood at his left, hands clasped, eyes fixed on the ground. Diego leaned against a support beam near the table, arms folded, chewing the inside of his cheek. Tomas paced, restless, his large boots thudding softly on the cracked floor.Gideo






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