LOGIN“I need to become the devil to destroy that demon,” she whispers, her body still broken, the evidence of his madness all around her. Of all betrayals, Marion Storm never expected her end to come at the hands of her husband. Once hailed as the Ice Queen of Biotech and CEO of the billion-dollar Icarus Industries, she now lies bleeding on the marble floor of her burning mansion, her empire reduced to ash. Richard took everything: her son, her reputation, her company, and now, her life. But fate intervenes. Her last desperate message is answered. By Jude Creed. Arrogant. Brilliant. Her rival. Her nemesis. And now… her savior. With nothing left but a broken body and shattered heart, Marion swears vengeance on every person who played a part in her downfall. Even if it means crossing lines, burning bridges, and becoming something darker than all of them. But even ice can melt. And Jude? He’s determined to melt her. As the line between their deal and desire blurs, Marion is forced to confront a terrifying truth: time is running out. Her enemies are more powerful, danger is in every corner, and secrets are on every page she turns. Who can she trust? And Jude? He may just be the one thing left holding her together. Will she let him love her, or will her thirst for revenge burn him down with the rest of them?
View MoreMarion's POVThe cab screeches to a stop, and cold air claws at my skin the second I step out. The city hums somewhere behind me, far away from this quiet patch of darkness. I pull my hospital gown tighter across my chest, its thin fabric doing nothing against the cold. My legs feel shaky, like they’re learning how to move again.Each breath hurts. Each step feels heavier. But I keep going.The park looks wrong. The benches, the old swings, even the trees—all of it feels foreign, stretched thin by the dark. The lamps flicker weakly, throwing ghosts across the pavement.“Where the hell are you, Brian…” I mutter, digging through my pocket for my phone.It takes everything in me to hold the damn thing steady. I hit call. It rings twice before he picks up.“Marion?”“I’m here,” I whisper.“Far left corner. Be quick.”Then silence.A chill crawls up my spine. Something feels… off. But I’m too desperate to care.I need to end this. So I keep moving, following the path, counting my steps l
Marion’s POVThe first thing I notice is the weight. My body feels like it’s been stuffed with sandbags, heavy and unwilling. My eyes slit open, vision hazy, the white hospital ceiling above me swimming like it’s underwater.And then....A shriek. Sharp, piercing. “HEY! You’re up!”I flinch, groaning. “For God’s sake, Viv. Lower the volume. I was sedated, not resurrected.”Her face hovers into focus, wide eyes, trembling lips, looking like she’s been parked at my bedside for hours. Maybe she has.“Where’s Jude?” My voice is dry and scratchy.“Jacob called him back to the manor.”Even through my blurry vision, I catch it—the tight worry twisting her expression. She looks like she’s hiding something.“What’s wrong?” I press.“You.” Her answer comes quick, too quick. “Why didn’t you tell me? Huh? That you were sick? I thought...” Her voice wavers. “I thought we were closer than that.”I drag myself upright against the pillows, searching the side table for my phone. No phone. Damn it. “I’
Jacob’s POVThe whiskey burns going down, but it doesn’t numb the sound of her voice. Elenore.That woman.The recording loops in my head, every poisonous syllable carving deeper into the raw wound I’ve carried for years. I killed him.She didn’t say it outright, not with those words, but the implication dripped from her tongue like venom. My son. My Jaime.For years, I bore the guilt, wore it like a second skin. Believing he had taken his own life after Samantha’s death.Believing I had failed him as a father, that grief had drowned him, and I hadn’t been strong enough to keep him afloat. And Jude… oh, Jude.That boy lost both his parents before he could even grow into his name.But now? Now I know it wasn’t some tragic twist of fate.It wasn’t Jaime reaching for oblivion. It was murder. Cold, deliberate, and delivered by a woman I let into our lives like family.The rage is a physical thing.It shakes my hand until the glass slips, drops hard onto the table, and shatters into piece
Jude’s POVThe hallway is too bright, too white. I feel like the light is mocking me.I can’t get the image out of my head: Marion’s knees buckling, blood soaking through silk, her eyes rolling back while she clawed the air, desperate for breath. I swear I felt her slipping out of my hands.I pace the corridor like a caged animal. My lungs burn, my chest is tight, and my fists ache. It’s gnarly, the memory of her choking on blood, the sound of monitors screaming, the smell of iron and bleach. I feel useless. Helpless. Like I’m watching her drown and I can’t swim.My knuckles crack against the wall before I even think about it. Pain shoots through my hand, and for half a second it’s a relief.“That wall didn’t do anything to you.”Jordan appears out of nowhere, calm as if he hasn’t just watched the same horror show I did. He hands me a cup.I take it, swallow, almost spit it out. “What the hell is this?”“Tea,” he answers, deadpan. “You need to calm down.”I glare at him, then sigh. “Te












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