“You sold your soul to me, Alicia. And I plan to enjoy every moment of owning you.” His fingers traced lower, pulling a gasp from her lips. She clawed at his shoulders. A dark, low laugh rumbled from him, thrilled by the sting. “Fight it all you want,” he murmured against her skin. “But we both know how this ends.” After losing her child, being betrayed by her husband, and barely surviving a brutal divorce, Alicia vowed to make everyone involved in her son's death burn to the ground. Now she returns as the soon-to-be wife of Theodor Winston—a ruthless CEO with secrets carved in his soul. Their marriage is nothing more than a one-month contract, signed in desperation to save her dying mother. But as the days tick by and buried secrets unravel, she finds herself torn between vengeance and an unexpected truth. When the contract ends, will she walk away from the only one who truly sees her… or return to the one who ruined her?
View More"How long has this been going on?"
"For about two weeks now," I replied, kneading the back of my neck with my hand, my voice dripping with exhaustion.
Dr. Morty fidgeted with the papers between his hands. He seemed pretty occupied with whatever was glaring back at him.
"It seems you'll have to take extra medications this time."
"Why?"
"You are eight weeks in."
My eyes turned wide-red, for a split second. I didn’t know what to feel. I sprung up from my seat abruptly, startling the doctor.
"Hold on doc, do you mean I’m..."
I poked my belly as if asking him if there was a baby in there. He looked at me in amusement.
"Yes. You are pregnant. There's a baby on the way."
I couldn’t hold it in. I let out a small squeal, clapping my hands once before covering my mouth with both palms.
“A baby,” I whispered to myself.
On the bus home, I kept one hand on my stomach, protective already. At the mall, I bought a pair of impossibly tiny socks and couldn’t stop imagining my fingers wrapping around tiny feet.
I hope Carmel doesn’t feel left out. What if I’m not ready for two?
I just couldn't wait to tell my husband and son. They’re going to be so happy.
I just know it. Everything’s been falling into place lately, like the universe is finally cutting us some slack.
Ethan got promoted last week as head architect, no less. He worked so hard for it, God knows he deserves it.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get better, Carmel was finally over that awful flu that kept him in bed all week. He’d been up and running like the sunshine itself had healed him. This baby was the final piece. The cherry on top.
I should tell Ethan over dinner. Maybe Carmel can help surprise him.
They’re going to be so happy, I thought. We’re going to be okay. We really are.
I turned the corner to our street, keys already in my hand.
“What in the—” I muttered, stumbling slightly.
I steadied myself and looked down at the tiny slipper lying sideways on the pavement.
“Someone lost a shoe,” I mumbled—then froze.
I crouched, turning it in my hands. The frayed strap. The scuffed toe. I knew this slipper.
“This belongs to Carmel…”
The shopping bag slipped from my fingers.
My stomach turned.
The front door was wide open.
I bolted.
“Ethan! Ethan!” I screamed, my voice cracked at the last call. My breath was coming fast now, my hands trembling.
The front door… why the hell was it open?
"What is it?" he stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, his bare feet and wet hair dripping water to the floor.
“Where’s Carmel?”
“What do you mean? Didn’t you leave him outside to play before going out?”
My face twitched. “I thought you were watching him.”
“I just stepped into the shower—”
“He’s a child, Ethan! He was just recovering! You left him alone?!”
“You left the house first!” he fired back. “Don’t put this all on me!”
“Are you fucking serious right now?!
I didn’t wait for his response.
Don’t argue. Not now. Just find him.
“Carmel!” I yelled, pushing past the door. “Carmel!! Baby, where are you?!
I was on the fifth street now and there was still no sign of him.
My husband was behind me now, half-dressed, trying to keep his robe closed, yelling for our son.
“Carmel!” I shouted. “Carmel, this isn’t funny anymore! Come out!”
My voice broke on the last word. I stood in the middle of the street, turning full circle, eyes wild.
“Carmel, baby—please,” my voice now was like a prayer. I paused to catch my ragged breath, bending over and clutching my knees, fully zapped of energy.
Please let this be a mistake. Please God, let him be hiding somewhere.
I stood back straight to continue my marathon. Before I could move an inch, my legs froze. My eyes locked on the small fragile body, motionless, across the pavement in an awkward position.
Ethan came running, catching up to me.
"Have you found him?" he got no reply from me.
His eyes went from my face and down to see what kept me numb.
"Carmel?!!
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ALICIA ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞I woke up in pieces.MY body felt deeply sore, and hollowed out. The bed shifted beneath me as I stirred, silk sheets felt cool against my bare skin.I reached out.The warmth on the other side of the bed had already faded.He was gone. Again.I opened my eyes slowly. I saw it on the nightstand.A stack of cash. Neat, clean and crisp.Unspoken. Unavoidable.My stomach twisted so violently I nearly gagged.Payment. Again.She had done it for the money.But now, the truth felt like acid in my throat.I had sold myself.And worse—he didn’t know why.He didn’t know about the hospital. About the fight to keep mother breathing. About the choices that weren’t choices at all.And he could never know.Because we aren’t anything.We were just bodies in the dark.But why does it hurt?I sat up, clutching the sheets around me.My clothes were gone.Of course.My head dropped forward. A bitter laugh escaped my lips.I turned to see a box.Black and sleek. Insanely
The hospital turned to a war zone.Screams. Sirens. Nurses sprinting down the hall.The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with metal. Blood.A gurney rattled through the corridor, wheels screeching.Room 214. Code Blue. Get Dr. Monroe!I turned and froze at the sight of my mother.Limp. Pale. Covered in tubes and wires. Oxygen mask trembling with every shallow breath.“No—”I ran towards the ER.A nurse grabbed me. “Miss, you can’t—”“She’s my mother!” I screamed, trying to wrench free. “What’s happening to her?”Dr. Monroe appeared his face as hard as stone.“She’s crashing. We’re taking her into surgery. Now.”Alicia’s knees buckled. “Please… save her.”He nodded.No promises. Just cold urgency as the doors slammed shut behind him.U was left in the hallway. Alone. Useless. Shaking.Minutes became hours.Then finally—“My mom?” I asked a passing nurse, my voice was barely audible.“She’s inside,” the nurse said. “Dr. Monroe will speak with you soon.”I clutched my chest, gasping for a
“Let me make this clear…” He stepped closer.“It is either you take this off…” His hand curled into my blouse. “… Or I do it for you.”I wasn’t going to sleep with a stranger I just met few minutes ago.He waited.One, Two— and Snap.He grabbed my shirt, tearing it down the middle. Buttons flew across the room.I whimpered. I didn’t mean to — but it slipped out.His fingers locked under my chin forcing me to look at him.“You are not some virgin,” he growled. “So stop pretending.” ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞He was already in the middle of his peak, thrusting and slamming himself into her. She bit down on her fingers, stopping herself from moaning.He let out deep groan as he reached his peak.Finally.Clarity rushed to him like a floodlight. His eyes tore wide. The woman beneath him wasn’t who he thought she was.“Who the fuck are you?!” ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ALICIA∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞My eyes snapped open with a throbbing pain on my side. The last thing I remembered was him asking m
He looked down at my arm gripping Theodore’s. Red and bruised with a little cut. He lifted a brow before facing Theodore.“Are the both of you together?” Ethan asked.Wasn’t it fucking obvious, did he really have to make things awkward.Theodore’s arms wrapped tight around my waist.“Yes of course”‘Great! Now let’s say our goodbyes—’“She is…” ‘Oh Fuck! What the hell is he going to call me? His slut? His plaything? His ‘Little Red’?’ I dropped my head as the memories of how we came to this rushed to me.2 WEEKS AGO∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞THEODORE∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞"Theodore… harder. Fuck, don’t stop!"Veronica’s voice cracked the air, her legs locked around my waist, her nails dragged down my back like claws."God, yes! Just like that!"She praised and begged me, but I wasn’t listening.I thrust harder and faster chasing a spark that refused to ignite."Theodore, don’t stop! I’m right there, baby—"But it wasn’t working. Was I getting bored?I didn’t feel the rush. No thrill. No high. Her moans were back
THREE YEARS LATER“Who’s Theodore bringing tonight?” one of them asked, her voice sweet enough to draw everyone’s attention. Such a high class hypocrite.The event floor murmured with low conversations and delicate clinking of glasses, the only kind of music you could hear from a room filled with money-filled men and swollen egos.Vincent Winston, head of the Winston Empire stood in the center of it all, his presence commanding more respect than anyone else. But now he was in the middle of being pried on by them.“Such a shame about he and Veronica, you don’t find women of her class this days.” another one added.“He won’t show. And if he does it’ll be without an arm candy, no one swaps women overnight.” one of the middle aged women chimed with disappointment. Vincent preferred to keep his cool in the midst of prying rats like these ones, but this time they really scraped his patience thin. Then again, Theodore made it too easy, always giving these vultures something to chew on.He wa
The drink sat in front of me, untouched. The steam had stopped rising a while ago.I stared at the coffee window beside me, refusing to look across the table. I couldn’t. Her face made my stomach twist. Just seeing her sitting there felt like swallowing poison.I listened to the soft jazz playing in the cafe—nothing like the storm between us.She shifted in her seat again, fingers tearing what was left of the napkin she’d already shredded.“So… you’re not going to say anything?”My jaw tensed. I kept my eyes on the glass. “What exactly do you want me to say?”Silence.“I needed to tell you something in person,” she said. Her voice was too soft, too rehearsed. “I’m not here to make excuses. I just… I have to say it.”I finally looked at her. Locked on her. That pathetic face, those nervous fingers pressing the table’s edge like it could anchor her.“That day… the day Carmel died. I was at the house,” she said.My arms dropped from where they’d been folded tight across my chest.“But I
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