LOGINVanessa Jordan's life shatters when she arrives at her best friend Gina's wedding only to discover the groom is her own boyfriend, Harris. In a fit of rage, she sets the wedding venue ablaze, instantly becoming a wanted woman. With nowhere left to run, she accepts an irresistible offer from the cold and powerful billionaire, K. Sterling. All she has to do is become his wife. The contract promises protection, luxury, and a fresh start. Some contracts are signed with ink. Others are signed with blood. But what happens when the devil you're running from is the only one willing to save you?
View MoreAs Harris left the room, I stood up from the tangled silk sheets, watching Sterling walk out after Harris stepped out. “What had just happened?”I pulled the sheet up to my chest, hugging myself tightly. I stared at the closed door, and back at the mirror in the room. Pushing my feet down the bed, the sound of footsteps approaching got closer and closer and suddenly the door opened. Sterling stood in the doorway, still in his suit, still composed in that infuriating, impenetrable way. He crossed the room and set a glass of water and a folded silk robe on the nightstand. "Drink," he said, his voice softer, almost like nothing had happened in the past minute. "You're dehydrated,” he added. “I don’t want it, how in the world would you even know I am dehydrated?” I said calmly and looking into his eyes slowly. “Didn’t you enjoy the moment with Harris?” He asked, with a smile on his face. It was almost like I was a tool for his amusement. With a sigh, I responded, “ I wa
He moved closer, his tall frame towering over me. "Strip. Both of you. Now."The coldness in his voice left no room for argument. My hands trembled as I reached for the zipper of my gown, the emerald necklace catching the light. Beside me, Harris fumbled with his belt. Once we were both bare before him, Sterling circled us slowly, appraising. "Good. Now kiss."My stomach churned. This was beyond anything I'd imagined. "Sterling, please.""Kiss. Him. Now." His tone brooked no refusal.I closed my eyes, tears pricking at the corners. Slowly, hesitantly, I pressed my lips to Harris's, tasting salt from his nervous sweat. Behind us, I could hear Sterling's breathing, measured and controlled.When we broke apart, Harris looked at Sterling desperately. "Mr. Sterlings, please, I don't understand""Again," Sterling commanded. "Deeper this time."Sterling's command hung in the air like a death sentence. I looked at Harris, my ex, my secret, the man I'd risked everything to be with and then b
I woke in the morning, the maid guiding me to the dining room. As I got there, Sterling was already there. He wasn't eating, he was reading a file, a crystal glass of water beside him. He didn't look up when I entered."Sit," he commanded. I sat, my hands trembling beneath the table. He slid a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored stationery across the mahogany surface. "Read it," he said.My eyes scanned the lines. It wasn't just a demand to stay away from Harris; it was a total severance of his existence from mine. Clause one: Immediate cessation of all contact with H.R. Clause two: Mandatory presence at all social functions under the husband's direction. Clause three: Financial autonomy is contingent upon absolute discretion."This is ridiculous," I whispered, the heat of shame rising in my neck. "You can't own my thoughts, Sterling.""I don't need to own your thoughts," he leaned forward, his shadow swallowing me. "Vanessa," You can be the woman the world sees my loyal, elegant
The car rolled through the iron gates of Hood Creek Estate. Sterling sat opposite me in the back seat, his profile sharp against the dim light filtering through the tinted windows. His blue eyes were fixed on some distant point beyond the windshield, unreadable.and then it moved towards me, like static electricity."You're pale," he observed, his voice low and smooth. My fingers tightened on my lap. "I'm fine."“Spend the night with me. Will you?” He said, inching closer to me, sniffing the scent of my hair.My heart hammered against my ribs. If I stayed, if I let him in, I was betraying the ghost of the kiss Harris had just pressed into my soul. But as Sterling’s hand moved from my chin to the nape of my neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin there, a different kind of hunger flared in my gut. It wasn't just desire, it was a desperate need to be anchored and held by someone and fill up the desire Harris had left me in."Yes," I whispered, the word barely a breath.The door to






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