LOGIN“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Yes, I do,” I said, my lips trembling as I leaned closer, tilting my face toward his. “Please… I need this. I need you.” “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Before I could say anything else, his lips crashed into mine. A moan tore from my throat as I clung to him, pulling him closer, my body pressing against his. **** Thea Leighton had it all; wealth, power, and a marriage to Curtis Blackwood, the man she thought she loved. But in one devastating night, it was all ripped away. Betrayed, penniless, and desperate, she finds herself at rock bottom… until a mysterious stranger rescues her from the darkness. Noah Blackwood is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. The black sheep of the Blackwood family, he built his empire in Europe, far from the chaos of his bloodline. But when fate brings Thea into his orbit, he sees an opportunity. One that involves a billion-dollar deal and the chance to dismantle the man who destroyed her. In the crazy world Thea now finds herself in, she is forced to ask herself; Can she truly trust the devil she married? Or is this nothing but a game to him? Flip the page and find out!
View More{Thea}One week.Seven days until I was supposed to fly to London with Noah Blackwood and start a new life working under him in Europe.I sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of the guest bedroom in Noah's penthouse, staring at my laptop screen. The cursor blinked at me mockingly as I refreshed my email for the hundredth time that evening.Nothing.I'd been living here for ten days now, and every morning I woke up feeling like I was suffocating under the weight of luxury I hadn't earned. The penthouse was beautiful… But it wasn't mine.None of it was mine.I heard Liam's laughter echo from the living room where he was watching some sappy sitcom. At least he seemed happy. After everything he'd been through, seeing him smile again made this uncomfortable arrangement almost worth it.‘Almost…’My laptop chimed, and I nearly knocked it off my lap in my haste to check.New Email: Sterling & AssociatesMy heart stopped for a short moment as my eyes scanned the email header again and again.
{Noah}Curtis's hands were still wrapped around Thea's arm when I spoke; the sight of it made something surge through my chest, like a primal instinct to protect."I suggest you remove your hands from her. Now."My voice cut through the corridor like a blade, and Curtis's head snapped toward me. For a split second, I saw fear flicker across his face before arrogance quickly replaced it.He released Thea, but he did it slowly, like he was doing me a favor."Uncle Noah." He straightened his jacket with a sharp tug. "This doesn't concern you. This is between me and my ex-wife.""Ex-wife," I repeated, taking a step closer. "Funny how you keep forgetting that part. She's not yours anymore, Curtis. Which means you have no right to put your hands on her."Curtis scoffed at his retort. "This is a simple misunderstanding, I was just—""Manhandling her in a dark hallway?" I closed the distance between us until we were inches apart. "Try again."Curtis's jaw clenched. "You have no idea what you'
{Thea}I'd been staring at the invitation on the kitchen counter for the past ten minutes, my coffee growing cold in my hands. The paper was cream-colored cardstock with gold embossing that probably cost more than my weekly grocery budget used to.You are cordially invited to celebrate the engagement of Curtis Blackwood and Jennifer Hart."You're going to burn a hole through it if you keep glaring like that," Liam said, appearing beside me with a bowl of cereal.I tore my eyes away from the invitation. "I'm not going.""Uhhmm… Yes, you are." He argued almost immediately."Ughh, Liam—""No, listen to me." He set his bowl down and turned to face me fully. "You need to go to that party."I laughed bitterly. "Why would I willingly walk back into that snake pit?""Because hiding makes you look weak," he said simply. "And no sister of mine is weak-willed. You managed to survive everything they threw at you. Now it's time to show them that."His words somehow hit harder than I expected. I pi
{Thea}I woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, momentarily disoriented by the softness of Egyptian cotton sheets and the absence of mildew smell. For a blissful second, I forgot where I was.Then reality crashed back.Pacific Heights. Noah's townhouse. The cage I'd been tricked into.I dragged myself out of bed and followed the smell of coffee downstairs. Liam was already in the kitchen, scrambling eggs like he'd lived here his whole life."Morning," he said cheerfully. "There's fresh orange juice in the fridge. The expensive kind.""You seem awfully comfortable," I observed, pouring myself coffee from a machine that probably cost more than our old car.He shrugged. "Why fight it? We're here. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.""While it lasts," I repeated. "That's the problem, Liam. Nothing this good ever lasts. Not for people like us.""People like us?" He turned off the stove and faced me. "Thea, you have a degree from Stanford. You built Leighton Steels'
{Thea}The Uber slowed to a stop in front of a house that looked like it belonged on the cover of a glossy magazine. We’d wound our way into the Marina District, with its all shimmering bay views and manicured streets. It was the kind of place where people with money who wanted to be seen lived.Be
{Thea}I kept calling the number over and over again, but it was useless. At first, the line rang a couple of times, but after a few tries, it went completely dead.My heart pounded so loud it practically echoed in my ears.‘Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong!’I sat on the pavement
{Thea}Curtis stepped into my hotel room, looking as immaculate as always. Pristine suit, polished shoes, and a smug grin on his stupid face.His presence alone was enough to send a chill through every fibre of my being. But it was the sturdy old man standing beside him that truly made my stomach d
{Thea}My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the curtains draped closed. My limbs felt heavy, my body was warm, and my skin was hypersensitive to the soft sheets beneath me.Wait, how am I on a bed?I sat up, but I moved too fast, and the world tilted. This isn’t my suite.The












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