Se connecterIn the glittering world of power, blood money, and deadly secrets, love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. After her mother’s mysterious murder, Oren Gallamor is dragged into the ruthless empire of billionaire kingpin James Reeves, the cold, obsessive man she believes destroyed her family. Sold by her father and forced into a twisted arrangement that pulls her deeper into his world of violence and control, Oren vows to destroy him from the inside. But the closer she gets to James, the more the truth begins to unravel. Behind the lies stands Harry Vida, a master manipulator who orchestrated everything from the shadows: her mother’s death, her father’s betrayal, and even the toxic obsession binding Oren and James together. What began as revenge soon spirals into a deadly game of deception, desire, and survival. Now trapped between hatred and irresistible attraction, Oren and James must decide whether to kill each other… or burn the world down together. As enemies close in and betrayal lurks behind every promise, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Their love story was never meant to save them. It was designed to destroy them both.
Voir plus*James' POV*The penthouse suite at the harbor hotel felt like a gilded cage.I leaned against the bar, watching Oren Gallamor stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights glittered below like false promises. She hadn’t spoken much since the escape. The weight of her mother’s recording still hung between us like smoke.“We need a plan,” she said finally, turning to me. Her voice was steady, but I could see the storm in her eyes. “Vida wants the real card. He thinks he can use it to control us both. We use that against him.”I crossed my arms, studying her. “What are you thinking?”She walked to the table and spread out a map of the city. “We leak false information. Make him believe the real card is at one of your warehouses by the docks. We set a trap. When he comes for it, we end him.”I studied the map, then her. “It’s risky. He’ll bring an army.”“I know,” she replied. “But it’s the only way to draw him out. I’ve been thinking about this since the rooftop. We use his greed
The knock on the door turned into pounding.I stood frozen in the safe room, legs still shaky from the way James had taken me on the table. The interrupted recording still echoed in my mind.~Harry Vida is your father.~James moved instantly. He pressed a hidden panel beside the bookshelf. A section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit escape passage.“Move,” he said, grabbing my hand.We slipped into the corridor just as the outer door rattled violently. Harry Vida’s voice boomed through the speaker again, calm and chilling."Oh my dear daughter. Please open the door. Let’s talk like family.”We ran. The passage was narrow and cold, emergency lights casting long shadows. James led the way, gun in hand, moving with the precision of someone who had prepared for this exact nightmare. I followed close behind, silver gun ready, heart pounding.We emerged in the underground garage. James chose the fastest car , a sleek black supercar reinforced for war. The engine roared to
My heart was going to explode.The red sniper dot burned on James’s chest like a promise of death. I stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, the man who had just claimed to be my father, watched me with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” he said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told me quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”My hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on my face. Everything; my mother’s murder, my sale, this twisted marriage, had been orchestrated by the monster standing ten feet away.But James… James was looking at me like I was worth dying for.I made my choice.I lunged sideways, shoving James with every ounce of strength I had. We crashed hard behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where he had been standing. My should
The red sniper dot burned on James Reeves’ chest like a death sentence.Oren Gallamor stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, her father, watched her with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” Vida said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told her quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”Oren’s hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on her face. Everything had been orchestrated by the man standing ten feet away. Then lunged sideways, grabbing James’s arm with desperate strength.They crashed behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where James had been standing.“Move!” James snarled, pulling her up. They ran.Bullets whizzed past as they sprinted back toward the open rooftop access. James fired behind them with deadly accuracy, dropping two of Vi
Oren Gallamor didn’t speak to James for two full days.She stayed locked in the east wing, refusing meals, refusing conversation, refusing to even look at him when he came to the door. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face. Every time she breathed, she remembered James’s confess
Harry Vida. He was a serpent in human skin, the the kind of man who smiled warmly while sliding a knife between your ribs. He lied with effortless charm, made you believe he was your ally, then pulled the rug out from under you when it benefited him most. Oren had heard her mother speak of him onc
Oren Gallamor stood on the rooftop terrace the next night, wind whipping her hair as she stared at the dark Atlantic below. The message from Harry Vida still burned in her mind.'Bring me what your mother hid, or I release everything.'James Reeves stepped behind her, his presence like heat against
Oren Gallamor didn’t sleep.She lay in the silk sheets of the east wing suite, staring at the ceiling while the Atlantic roared against the cliffs below. Every bruise throbbed, but the real pain was deeper. It was the knowledge that her father had sold her to a man who had been hunting her for year












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