MasukHe was my billionaire boyfriend's father. And also the stranger I spent the night with. I spent two years being Marcus Sterling's secret. Until, on the night I discovered his betrayal, I fled into the rain and fell into the arms of a man who made me forget everything. The next day, Marcus asked for my hand. But when I was introduced to the family, I discovered the name of the stranger who had marked me: Arthur Sterling. His father. Now I'm trapped between the contract I signed with the son… and the bed of the man who made me crave the forbidden. And the worst part? Arthur doesn't seem willing to let me forget that night.
Lihat lebih banyakEmily's POV The pen was still in my hand. I stared at the paper without being able to think of anything, just feeling the cold sweat running down my back. I wanted to forget all of it and run away. Behind me, the photographers wouldn't stop taking pictures. The flashes exploded one after another, lighting up the small room every second. "You have no choice, love." Marcus's voice came low, close to my ear. He smiled at the cameras, but his teeth were clenched while his hand remained on my waist. The room was stuffy. I looked at the document again. Marcus's signature was there, in the space reserved for the groom. Marcus Alexander Sterling. The handwriting was slanted, large, taking up more space than it should. The pen had marked the paper so hard that the final stroke of the last letter had lightly torn the page. My name was missing. Emily Rose Parker. "Emily Rose Parker." The judge spoke loudly, snapping me out of my daze. He was an older man, with thick glasses and a br
Nathalie's POVClaire wouldn't shut up.Her finger pointed at Peterson trembled with rage, but her voice stayed low, sharp."You really don't know me, do you? Peterson Carter, you don't know me at all."Peterson didn't move. His arms crossed over his chest. His eyes fixed on her."But come on, tell me. What did Sterling do to you that makes you hate him so much?"The silence that followed was heavy, dense, as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Peterson didn't answer. His jaw locked."Don't talk about him here. Leave."Claire laughed. A low, humorless laugh."Don't threaten me, Peterson. You know very well that's not a good idea.""Enough. Get out of my room.""Find a way to make Marcus stay with me. Or I'll show everything to Sterling. Everything."Peterson was silent. His eyes gleamed in the dark.The door opened and closed with a dry snap. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.The silence that followed was deafening.Peterson didn't turn around. He stood with hi
Nathalie's POVThe taxi moved through the streets of New York as if the driver was also in a hurry to get somewhere. I couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. I just felt the weight of guilt pressing on my chest like someone was sitting on top of me."We're almost there, ma'am," said the driver, a middle-aged man with a Middle Eastern accent, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then."Thank you," I answered, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted.My phone vibrated in my lap. Sebastian. Again. The fourth call in twenty minutes.I answered."Nathalie, finally!" His voice was breathless, worried. "Where's Emily? I've tried calling her a million times. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. Sebastian is desperate, the whole studio is falling apart.""I don't know where she is, Sebastian," I lied. The lie tasted like bile in my mouth. "She disappeared…""Nathalie?""I don't know anything, Sebastian. Sorry. I have to go."I hung up.The phone fell on the seat nex
Emily's POV The judge raised his eyes from the paper and fixed them on me. The pen was in my hand. The white paper in front of me. The world waiting. "Emily Rose Parker," he said, his voice deep, his English accent thick, "do you take this man to be your lawful husband?" Silence settled in the room. I looked at Marcus. His smile was a well of darkness. His blue eyes shone with contained fury. I looked at the unknown people. The suited men. The dressed-up women. The rehearsed smiles. The photographers' cameras. I looked at the white dress that covered me. The lace scratched my skin. The pearls glowed under the lamplight. "No," I said. The room fell silent. A heavy, dense silence that tightened my chest. "I do not accept." Marcus blinked. Just once. The smile froze on his face. "Who are these people?" I continued, my voice gaining strength. Fear turned into anger. "What kind of theater is this? Did you hire actors to manipulate me?" The gray-suited man in the back exchanged












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