"Tyler Wills broke my heart and now, he's back to pick up the pieces, but I built walls he can’t climb... or can he?" ——— Samantha Blake, a rising star in New York's design world, thought she left her broken past behind. But when a big lie messes up her life, she has to face Tyler Wills, the man she once loved and lost. As secrets come out and enemies show up, Samantha must deal with a mix of lies and desire. Will she find the strength to forgive and get her future back, or will the past ruin everything she cares about?
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“Do you, Miss Cassandra Adler, take master Viktor Krüger to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse……” The priest’s voice blurred into a distant hum. Cassandra barely heard the vows, her thoughts drifting as she stared through the white veil at the man waiting before her. Viktor Krüger was smiling. Too brightly, too eagerly. His eyes glittered with devotion, the kind she had prayed she would one day feel in return. But she didn’t. Not for him. Her lips curled into a weary smile, but guilt weighed on her chest. She wished she didn't have to pretend to be in love with him. Her father had promised love might come later. She wasn't so sure. Their union was nothing more than a means of neutralization, ultimate protection for the Adler family from the Mafia or any crime syndicate organization, and a way to bring both families closer. Their marriage wasn't born of love. It was a contract. Cassandra let out a quiet sigh, her gaze leaving Viktor's smile to the anticipating crowd. She scanned every face, from her brother's to her father's, and to her in-laws as if registering each one in her head. Then, her breath caught. A pair of ice cold ocean eyes staring back at her. Her whole body stiffened, a sharp sensation running through her as she stared back into his unwavering gaze. The man seated with his arms crossed, evenly narrowed eyes, a scar across his brow half hidden by his thick dark hair, and a presence that screamed power, was none other than Viktor's father, Dante Krüger. He stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't because of the domineering aura that surrounded him, but because of the deep, disapproving frown sitting on his face. Her pulse quickened, panic setting in. Why was he staring at her like that? Had be noticed her slouching? Or was it the hollowness of her smile? “Cassandra.” Viktor’s whisper snapped her back. His hand tightened around hers. Startled, she tore her gaze away from Dante’s. “You’re spacing out again,” Viktor murmured, his tone gentle and subtle. The priest was waiting. Everyone was waiting. Cassandra swallowed hard, forcing the words out as she found her composure. “Y-yes. I do.” Applause rang faintly in her ears, but she barely heard it. Against her will, her eyes darted back toward Dante’s seat. To her dismay, he was gone, leaving an empty seat behind. Her heart dropped, her gaze snapping towards the entrance of the wedding hall. She caught a glimpse of his broad back before it disappeared. A strange ache pressed against her ribs. Viktor lifted her veil, his smile warm. As if he’d read her mind, he told her “You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s always like this. Don’t let him get to you.” He cupped her cheek, brushing aside her unease before sealing the moment with a light kiss. ––– That evening, the Krüger mansion glittered with chandeliers and laughter as the wedding reception unfolded. Cassandra had changed into an off shoulder crêpe gown. And just as her in-laws wanted, she stood in the limelight throughout the event. “Oh, stop acting like this isn't the best thing that has ever happened to you,” Kara Wells, Cassandra's best friend, sneered, lifting her glass to her lips. Cassandra lowered her voice, her brows knitting, “It's Viktor I'm more worried about. I'm afraid I might never love him as much as he loves me” Kara rolled her eyes “Please. He adores you. That's all that matters. Even if you don't love him yet, you will. Just fake it until then” “Could you keep your voice down?” Cassandra hissed, shooting her a sharp look. “This isn’t the studio. Everyone can hear you.” Kara grinned, unbothered. “Relax. Besides…” Her gaze shifted. “Your husband’s on his way over.” Cassandra turned swiftly, standing “Viktor,” she called out in haste. Viktor's lips curled up. He used the opportunity to take in his wife's appealing features, his eyes practically taking off her clothes before the consummation. Cassandra's hair, soft layered, was left to cascade down her bare shoulders. Her thin almond amber eyes, firm with a hint of naivety, radiated like the gems around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist. Her peach themed lips, slightly full were eager to be devoured by him. She had an allure that screamed seductive. If it wasn't for the cause of an event, he refused the likes of other men setting eyes on her neck let alone her shoulders. “You look breathtaking, Cassandra,” Viktor said, extending his hand to her. Cassandra placed her hand on his, teasing “You’ve said that like a hundred times today,” she chuckled lightly. “And I'll say it a hundred more. My wife is the most beautiful woman here.” His voice beamed with pride as he began leading her towards the dance floor. Cassandra noticed this and asked, “You want to dance?” She was a little disappointed. She still wanted to spend some time with Kara. Shockingly, they were heading past the dance floor. Viktor shook his head, his smile deepening “Not me. My father wants to dance with you” Cassandra’s steps faltered. Her heart leapt painfully into her throat"I now pronounce you husband and wife."The words reverberated through the air as Samantha felt Tyler's warm hands cup her face. His blue eyes were so intense that her breath caught, and before she could blink, his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow and deep, sending goosebumps down her spine, and it sealed a commitment far bigger than any previous pledge. As guests stood clapping and whistling, cheers broke up all around them. White rose petals flew across the air, captured by the gentle evening breeze. Samantha let out a frantic giggle against Tyler's lips as he pulled her in closer. "We did it," she muttered. "We did," he said softly, leaning his forehead against hers. "And I'm never letting go." Samantha's heart felt fuller than ever as they went down the aisle together. Caleb was gone, the past was behind them, and a bright future awaited them. *** Six months later. Samantha sat in bed, fatigued but happy, her fingers tracing the newborn's small features cuddled again
Four days later. Samantha stood in front of the mirror, her heart racing against her ribs. The smooth ivory fabric of her bridal gown clung to her body like a second skin, with beautiful lace accents cascading down her arms. It should have been the best day of her life. But something seemed odd. She inhaled softly, attempting to push the anxiety away. Perhaps it was simply nerves. After everything they'd been through... Tyler's health issues, her father's death, the inheritance drama, Caleb's reappearance... it was understandable to be on edge. A gentle knock on the door made her jump. Bella looked inside, her eyes lit up. "Sam, you look…" She placed a hand on her chest. "Breathtaking." Samantha smiled, but Bella's countenance immediately changed, indicating that something was awry. "You okay?" Bella inquired, coming closer. Samantha hesitated before shaking her head. "I do not know. "I just have this feeling." Bella frowned. "The bad kind?" Samantha nodded. Befo
Samantha sat on the examination table and gripped the edge as the small, clean exam room was filled with the continuous beep of a monitor. With his leg hopping restlessly and his gaze darting between her and the closed door, Tyler sat next to her. "Blake, Samantha?" The physician came in, leafing through the file. She smiled politely and professionally and took the stool across from them. Samantha took a deep breath. "I am that." After looking over the chart, the doctor looked directly at Samantha. "Your bloodwork results have been returned." She hesitated. "You are expecting a child." There was a slight tilt to the room. Samantha blinked. "What?" The physician's grin grew softer. "You are roughly six weeks pregnant." From next to her came a sudden intake of breath. When Samantha looked back, she saw Tyler transfixed, his eyes wide, his lips slightly apart. He remained silent for a minute. Then his face changed, as though the realization had to come gradually. "You're..." He g
Despite the frantic energy pulsing through him, Tyler's hands remained calm as he adjusted the final candle on the table, filling the air with the aroma of fresh roses. As he had intended, the restaurant was deserted; he had rented out the whole place for the evening. The tastefully arranged table was bathed in a golden glow while soft instrumental music played in the background. He rolled his shoulders back and let out a breath. It has to be flawless tonight. He turned when he heard a familiar voice at the door. "Tyler?" Samantha stood in the doorway, looking both surprised and intrigued. With her hair falling over her shoulders, she looked stunning in a form-fitting emerald dress. Tyler took a deep breath. God, she's stunning. She glanced at the intimate scene and then back at him. "What's all this?" He moved forward and extended his hand. "Supper. Only us. After a moment of hesitation, she inserted her fingers inside his. Her tender touch stabilized and anchored hi
Tyler exhaled sharply as he pushed himself up from the therapy bench, sweat dampening his shirt. His muscles trembled from exertion, but he gritted his teeth and steadied himself. Samantha stood nearby, watching him with careful eyes, ready to step in if he faltered. “Easy,” she murmured. He shot her a look. “I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, one brow lifting. “You nearly collapsed last week. Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.” Tyler sighed but didn’t argue. Truth be told, he still felt the weakness lingering in his limbs, the occasional dizziness that reminded him he wasn’t at full strength yet. But he was improving. And that mattered. The physical therapist, a middle-aged man named Greg, clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s enough for today. You don’t want to push too hard.” Tyler wiped a hand over his face and nodded. “Got it.” Samantha handed him a water bottle, and as he took a sip, her fingers brushed against his. It was a small, fleeting touch, but it g
Samantha paced the clean hallway, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room being the steady tapping of her heels on the shiny hospital floor. She detested medical facilities. I detested having to wait. She glanced at the clock, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Four hours. Tyler had spent four long, excruciating hours in surgery. She turned as she felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Owen standing next to her, holding a coffee cup in one hand and wearing a worried expression. He offered her the cup and added softly, "You must sit." Samantha gave a headshake. "I am unable to. Not until I'm certain he's alright. Owen leaned against the wall and moaned. "You have stood here the whole time. You're going to lose your mind. The lump in her throat was swallowed. "What happens if something goes right?" Her voice broke. "What if..." "Cease." Owen spoke in a friendly but stern tone. "Tyler is powerful. Additionally, he is being treated by one of the nation's top surgeons
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