LOGINFor years, I lived unseen, unwanted, and unloved. I was always the one that was overlooked. Still, I thought I was lucky. I had a home, a little daughter who adored me, and a husband whose rare smiles made me feel like I finally mattered. But that illusion shattered the night I was kidnapped. When the flames closed in and I screamed for help, my husband never came. He left me to burn, to die as quietly as I had lived. But fate had other plans. When I returned, I wasn’t the same timid woman he discarded. I was reborn, stronger, sharper and breathtakingly beautiful. The world that once mocked me now worshipped me. And him? He looked at me desire dripping from his eyes, not realizing who I truly was. He begged for a chance, pleaded for my love. But it was too late. I had already married another man. And this time, it was my turn to play the game.
View MoreRachel’s POV“Well, if it isn’t George..” Said a familiar voice which carried an easy confidence.I turned slightly as a tall man stepped into view, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand.… Liam.Liam had been one of Adrian’s closest friends for years. I knew his voice, his posture, the faint arrogance that always lingered in his tone and the familiar disdain that always showed in his eyes.The eyes that always made me feel like I wasn’t enough. But this time, when his eyes landed on me, there was nothing. No recognition, no disdain. Only subtle interest.“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” Liam continued, extending a hand to George. “Though I suppose if there’s an opportunity within a hundred miles, you’ll find your way to it.”George shook his hand calmly. “Good evening to you too.”Liam’s gaze shifted back to me.“And you must be the infamous Lilith I’ve been hearing about.”Infamous. I kept my expression pleasant.“Lilith Grant,” I said, offering my hand politely.His hands
Rachel’s POVThe evening air carried the faint scent of the ocean.Pete Harrison’s estate overlooked the coastline, the kind of property that spoke quietly of old money and long-built success. Lights glowed warmly along the garden pathways, and the soft hum of conversation drifted across the terrace where guests had already begun to gather.But before any of that… there was preparation.I stood in front of the mirror in George’s guest suite, studying my reflection carefully.This evening was not just for a spectacle. Pete Harrison’s wife had a reputation that was well known in both charity circles and business communities. Despite the immense wealth her husband had accumulated over decades, she had always preferred things simple. Elegant. Unpretentious.No flashing diamonds. No aggressive displays of luxury. Just refinement.Which meant dressing for the sake of showing wealth like half the people who attended these events would be a deadly mistake. I smoothed my hands down the lengt
Rachel’s POVThe past few weeks had blurred into something sharp and relentless.I had been running from meeting to meeting under George’s direction, notebooks tucked under my arm, tablet balanced on my lap in the car, mind constantly calculating. Every morning began before sunrise, and every night ended with me reviewing numbers long after the house had gone quiet.It was exhausting.It was exhilarating.I had spent years believing I wasn’t suited for anything beyond the kitchen. That I could only bake. That I was too soft. Too emotional. Yet now, seated at a long conference table beside George, I found myself dissecting balance sheets and competitor projections with a clarity that surprised even me.George never hesitated.That was what I admired most.Where others deliberated endlessly, he decided. Not recklessly, but with precision. He absorbed information quickly, identified leverage points, and moved before anyone else had finished thinking. Watching him operate was like watchi
Adrian’s POVThe boardroom felt heavier than usual.The long mahogany table reflected the overhead lights in a sterile gleam, and at the head of it, my grandfather’s seat remained empty.No one commented on it. No one needed to.I stood slowly instead of taking that chair.“As you’re all aware,” I began, my voice steady despite the tension pressing in from every direction, “my grandfather suffered a severe stroke. The damage to his speech centre is permanent.”A subtle shift passed through the room.Not sympathy, but calculation.“He will not be returning to day-to-day leadership,” I continued. “And while he formally stepped back from the position years ago, everyone in this room knows he never truly left.”A few eyes shifted.“Even after retirement, my grandfather remained the final voice behind every major decision. He advised from the backline, reviewed our acquisitions, questioned our projections, redirected our risks. Nothing significant moved forward without passing through him
Rachel’s POVAdrian wasn’t the kind of man who approached first.Even when we were married, even when silence stretched between us, he always preferred distance to confrontation. Which was why, when he stood and started toward our table, I knew
Adrian’s POVThe drive home was quiet.Marissa hadn’t said a word since we left Cloud Top, but the silence wasn’t peaceful; it simmered. The kind of silence filled with unsaid questions and res
Rachel’s POVThe drive back from Cloud Top passed in silence.George kept his eyes on the road while I watched the city lights slide past the window, faint and fle
Rachel’s POVLater that day, George took me to a salon he had booked under another name.“Miss Lilith?&rdq












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