LOGINElara Hart knew marrying billionaire heir Aaron Blackwood would never be a fairytale… but she never expected to become the unwanted wife living in the shadow of another woman. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Aaron keeps Elara at a distance while the world watches their marriage crumble under gossip, humiliation, and the constant presence of the woman he once loved. Yet beneath Aaron’s ruthless exterior lies a broken man haunted by a past he refuses to speak about—and somehow, against all logic, Elara becomes the only person capable of reaching him. Just as their fragile relationship begins to change, a shocking scandal tears everything apart. Betrayed, heartbroken, and pushed to her limit, Elara disappears from Aaron’s life overnight. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. As Aaron searches desperately for answers, hidden truths surrounding the Blackwood family begin surfacing—truths tied to obsession, betrayal, and a tragedy from years ago that may not have been an accident after all. Now the woman Aaron once rejected may be the only person who can uncover the truth. If it doesn’t destroy them both first. Because in the world of the Blackwoods, love is dangerous… and someone is watching Elara far more closely than she realizes.
View MoreAaron didn’t stay long. After a brief, unreadable glance between him and Maya, he gave a short nod to Elara and walked past them without a word. Typical. Maya watched him disappear down the hallway before turning slowly back to Elara. “…I don’t like him.” Elara sighed softly. “Maya—” “No,” Maya cut in, dropping back onto the couch. “I’m serious. That man has the emotional range of a wall.” Elara couldn’t help it—she laughed. “Be nice.” “I am being nice,” Maya replied dryly. “If I weren’t, I’d have said worse.” Elara shook her head, but the smile lingered. Maya leaned forward suddenly. “Get up.” Elara blinked. “What?” “Get. Up.” “Maya, what are you—” “We’re going out.” Elara froze. “…No.” “Yes.” “No,” Elara repeated more firmly. “I already tried that. It didn’t go well.” Maya waved her off. “I saw the pictures.” “Exactly.” “And?” Maya challenged. Elara stared at her. “And it was humiliating.” Maya leaned back, studying her carefu
The Blackwood mansion had fallen into a dull routine. Quiet mornings. Long, hollow hallways. Meals eaten in solitude. Aaron left before dawn and returned long after dark, their conversations reduced to fleeting, polite exchanges that barely lasted a minute. Elara had long stopped hoping for anything different. That morning, she sat by the towering living room windows, a book resting in her lap, though she hadn't truly read in over an hour. Her mind kept drifting. The silence was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at the unfamiliar number. Usually, she would ignore it. But something compelled her to answer. "Hello?" A pause—then a voice burst through with unmistakable energy. "Elara Hart." Elara froze. That voice… "No way," the voice continued. "You're answering your phone like a stranger now?" Elara sat upright. "…Maya?" A peal of la
The Blackwood driver gently opened the car door for her. Elara stepped out cautiously. The shopping district was so different from places she usually visited. Tall glass storefronts displayed designer clothing, jewelry sparkled softly, and luxury cars lined the street. Everything appeared expensive. Everything seemed overwhelming. Elara instinctively clutched her handbag a bit tighter. She still felt uncomfortable carrying the black card Edward had given her. It sat in her wallet like something she wasn't supposed to touch. Still… he had insisted. Go out today. So she went. Inside the first boutique, the sales assistants greeted her kindly. But their eyes lingered a moment too long. Their smiles felt a little forced. "Welcome, ma'am." "Please let us know if you need anything." Elara nodded gently and moved between the clothing racks. The dresses were beautiful. Elegant fabrics. Soft colors. But most of them didn't seem to fit
The Blackwood mansion was eerily quiet in the morning. Almost too quiet. Elara had barely slept. Fragments of the night's memories haunted her, scenes she desperately wished she could forget. By the time the first light seeped through the towering windows, she had already given up on trying to sleep. She wrapped a light cardigan around her shoulders and quietly left her room. Maybe a cup of tea would soothe her nerves. The mansion's hallways stretched endlessly, marble floors shimmering in the pale morning light. Even her footsteps sounded strange, as if they belonged to someone else. As she approached the kitchen, muffled voices drifted through the slightly open door. Staff. They hadn't noticed her. Elara slowed her pace. "I still don't understand it," a maid whispered. Another responded softly, "None of us do." A brief pause stretched between them. "Mr. Blackwood could have married anyone." "Exactly." "He












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