Mag-log inRaine Ellery never imagined her survival would come at a deadly price. Confined in a contractual marriage with the billionaire CEO Cassian Ashcroft to save her late mother's legacy, Raine simply had to escape her crumbling world. But the moment she signs the contract, Cassian collapses at her feet, and by midnight, he's declared dead. The media named her the bride of bad luck. The public thinks she’s cursed, while the Ashcroft board accuses her of murder. And the bargain she thought would be her salvation becomes a trap from which she cannot escape. Imprisoned in a penthouse filled with secrets and haunted by scandals, Raine is forced to play a high-stakes game of silence and survival. But when rumors of Cassian's secret enemies, a hidden inheritance war, and a conspiracy of faked death begin to surface, Raine is drawn into a quest for the truth before the world buries her with it. And just when she believes it's the end, Cassian returns—alive. Now Raine must face the most dangerous twist of all: the man she never truly knew is back… and he is not alone in what he wants.
view moreRaineBehind him, the flames roared, curling up the metal walls, swallowing the hall in blistering heat. Smoke churned through the broken ceiling as if it were a living thing, and out of the center of that inferno, Roman Creed stepped forward, untouched, unburned, and alive.My breath caught in my throat.Cassian's knees almost buckled."Brother."The word cracked through the air like a fault line splitting open. For a heartbeat, none of us moved. Even Malik lowered his gun, his eyes wide with a shock I'd never seen on him.Roman looked exactly like the ghost Cassian could never stop mourning. The same steel-gray eyes, the same sharp jaw, the same haunted presence, but there was something new, though something colder, something that didn't belong in the realm of the living.His voice was soft.“You look like you've seen the dead rise.”Cassian staggered forward, fingers trembling, chest heaving.“You're dead,” he whispered. “I buried you. I—”"Yeah," Roman said simply. "You did.The s
RaineThe coin was cutting into me.Not literally, not yet, but with every second I held onto it, its ridged texture seemed keener, heavier, hungrier. It sank into my palm until I wasn't certain if the wetness was my perspiration, my blood, or something else more evil trying to seep out of me.Cassian's breathing shook alongside me, damp and jagged, a horrific accompaniment to the pounding of my heart. Malik shoved his jacket into Cassian's side, his jaw so hard-set it looked like it might crack. The floodlights cast him in cold shadows, his huge form coiled tight with anger he could not let loose. Not yet.And I?I was the axis.Cassian's existence. My essence. Their survival.My closest Greyborn soldier stepped forward, rifle raised. His visor glowed, reflecting the storm's light. "Now," he growled. "The coin. Or the boy dies."The boy.Not Cassian. Not the one that had bled and burned and battled alongside me. Not the one that had kept my hands from the ground when I was falling, t
RaineThe coin burned in my palm.Not with flame, but with something colder—like frost clawing deep into my bone, leaving me hollow from the inside out. Every breath was harder to pull, my chest bound tighter, as if the flip had cut a piece of me out and replaced it with something sharp, alien, watching.Cassian's hand trembled in mine, his skin cool yet warm; I barely felt his pulse, but it was steady. Relief ought to have overwhelmed me, but it did not. Fear burrowed deeper, for I saw Roman's eyes slicing into me, savoring how my body betrayed the integrity of its own strength."You see?" Roman's voice dripped through the storm-lit room. "Already, it wears you down. Everyone wishes for a fracture. Every flip, an agreement you never signed for."Shut up," I spat, my voice trembling.Malik stepped forward, placing himself between me and Cassian, his posture bristling with suppressed violence. "What's the deal, Roman? What'd you do to her?"Roman's grin was toothy and cruel. "Nothing s
RaineThe coin spun.Not just metal catching the faint light of the storm-wracked room—it was time itself suspended, the pivot of fate spinning above my shaking hand. The flip was endless, every spin a beat, every flash a soundless scream wracking its way out of my throat.Cassian lay motionless beside me, chest spasming, monitors wailing their pitiless dirge. Roman's silhouette filled the corner, sharp as a knife. Malik stood behind me, the weight of his silence holding me fast as my entire self felt disintegrating.The coin landed in my hand.Blood lined its surface, body-warm against cold metal. My eyes stung, and I clamped them shut, but I pried them open again, afraid to see, afraid not to. The future of it all—Cassian's life, mine, the baby we had yet to hold in our arms—hung on this piece of silver.I opened my fist.Heads.The world did not split apart, did not roar its approval. There was just the beep of a flatlining heart monitor and the fists of the storm against the windo
RaineThe coin throbbed in my palm like a living entity, the ridged edge biting into my flesh until I felt it slice. Blood spread across the metal, red on silver, staining Cassian's name etched on it.The monitor wailed a flatline, sharp enough to shred my heart into pieces.Cassian—" My voice crac
RaineCassian's breath hitched, shallow and spasmodic, a ghostly whisper against the storm outside the SUV. His head was heavy in my lap, with pale skin and blue-tinged lips."Stay with me," I panted, cradling him back and forth as Malik's knuckles went white on the wheel. "Please, Cass. Don't you
RaineThe coin throbbed in my palm like a living entity, the ridged edge biting into my flesh until I felt it slice. Blood spread across the metal, red on silver, staining Cassian's name etched on it.The monitor wailed a flatline, sharp enough to shred my heart into pieces.Cassian—" My voice crac
RaineRoman's tone turned icy, slicing with annoyance. "Do it, Raine. Do it now."Cassian's chest labored, thin, panting, as though the cosmos had contracted to the precise sound of his breathing.Malik's eyes burned into mine, hot, unflinching. "This is your choice. Yours alone."The room blurred.












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