LOGIN“You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” he said. I felt a slight sting of offence. “And what was that supposed to mean?” He took a step closer, his face dangerously close to mine. I could feel the air shift. His presence filled the room. His hand moved to my cheek, stroking it lightly. “I have a good feeling this isn’t your thing because you look like a doe in a den of wolves.” His voice dropped to a quiet, low rumble, making my stomach flip with excitement. Ayra had been the perfect wife—loyal, accomplished, and willing to sacrifice everything for the man she loved. But when he betrayed her with the one person she despised most, she didn't beg or cry. Instead, she slammed the divorce papers in his face and walked away. A reckless one-night stand with this dangerously charming stranger seems like freedom until she discovers his true identity. As Ayra fights to rebuild her life, a figure from her forgotten past reappears, threatening to change everything. She’s not just leaving her old life behind, she’s determined to create a better one.
View MoreLUCYThe call from Ken came at six forty-five in the morning.I didn't even know Ken had my number. Jared had always been the one who dealt with Ken directly. He had always said it was better that way and I should have as little contact with him as possible. For my own protection.I stared at the name on the screen with my eyes wide open but ended up answering anyway."You better be ready, little miss. I just got ransacked by the fed.They have my phone records too," he continued. "They also got the other evidence I couldn't plant. I got my lawyer coming over soon. Yo"What does that mean?""It means what it means lady." A pause. "You better start calling em rich lawyer folks you got.”He hung up.I sat up in bed. Jared was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his face, breathing slow and even.I got up and went to the bathroom as I ran the cold water and held my hands under it and looked at myself in the mirror for a long time before going back to the bedroom."Jared." I shook
LUCYI made my way to Tracey’s penthouse because it was full with the kind of vibe I needed to surround myself with.The music was loud enough to drown out thoughts. The lights were low and pink and flattering. There were about fifteen people scattered across the space. They we're busy laughing at everything and enjoying themselves.Tracey had greeted me at the door with a glass of Moet already poured and an expression that said she knew better than to ask.That was why Tracey was my best friend. She knew when to talk and when to just hand you a drink."You look terrible," she said, which was her version of I'm worried about you."Thank you," I said, taking the glass. "You look amazing."She did. Tracey always looked amazing. She was tall and effortlessly beautiful with thick dark hair and a laugh that filled every room she walked into. She had grown up next to money the way I had grown up inside it and she understood the weight of a last name without needing it explained."I got you
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE FREEDOM AND INVESTIGATIONLIAMThe lights in the interrogation room were giving me a headache. I've been here for six hours and I've been asked the same questions seventeen different ways. It was like they were trying to get me to slip up and admit to something I didn't do."Mr. Yaldon, let's go over this one more time," Detective Gideon said, her voice tired but persistent. "Where were you on the night of Ryan Yaldon's death?""At home with my fiancée," I said for what felt like the hundredth time. "From approximately 7 PM until we heard about Ryan around 11 PM.""And she can confirm this?""Yes. As I've already told you." I said getting irritated."What about your sister Olivia's accident the night before?""Also at home with Ayra. We were having dinner." I leaned back in my chair. "Detective, I've answered all these questions multiple times. Either charge me with something or let me call my lawyer." My voice turned hard."We found evidence at Ryan's scene," De
LUCYThe news exploded overnight."YALDON FAMILY TRAGEDIES: Olivia Fighting for Life, Ryan Dead from Apparent Overdose""CURSE OF THE YALDON FORTUNE: Two Heirs Down in 48 Hours""INVESTIGATION LAUNCHED: Are the Yaldon Tragedies Connected?"I sat in my apartment, watching the news coverage, my phone blowing up with messages.Jared was beside me, equally glued to the screen."Christopher is telling everyone his father didn't do drugs." I started my hands clamming up with sweat and heightened anxiety."Christopher's a drunk who's barely functional. No one takes him seriously." Jared pulled up more news articles. "Look at this…they're already running pieces about Ryan's stress and his business failures, his son's scandals. Don't worry baby, I've got you."I read the articles. He was right. The media was doing our work for us."What about Liam?" I asked."That's where it gets interesting." Jared turned his laptop toward me looking chirpy and animated. "Look at this."It was a police report






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