"Did you think I’d just let you go?" Suzanne’s grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don’t sign away what’s mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched—thick, suffocating—before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a—!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You’re mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can’t have you—" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then—CRACK! Charles gone—ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I’ll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out—until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He’s everything her husband isn’t—kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won’t be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
View MoreSuzanne’s breath hitched. “Fifty million?” she repeated in disbelief. “Are you serious? How could my father—”“I don’t make the deals, Suzanne,” Finn interrupted, his voice low and steady. “I just fulfill them. And right now, I’m letting you know that you’ve got three days to pay it off, or I’ll drag you straight to the marriage office myself.”The words hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and unrelenting. Suzanne stood frozen for a moment, the enormity of the situation sinking in.Fifty million dollars. The amount felt unreal, like a weight on her chest, a weight she couldn’t shake. “Three days?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, shock and fury mixing in her tone. “Three days to come up with fifty million? Do you think I have that kind of money lying around?”Finn didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But you can find a way. Or we can go the other route. Your father can’t afford to lose this deal, and neither can I.”Suzanne’s fists clenched at her sides, frustration and h
"Why are you avoiding me, Suzy?"Liam stood in the hallway, his gaze locked onto Suzanne, his voice low but urgent.The way he said—Suzy—always made her heart skip a beat. That was his name for her, and hers alone. No one else ever dared to call her that, not even her ex-husband. It made her feel like she was something important to him, something irreplaceable.She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. "Well, I..." She faltered, struggling to find the right answer. How could she explain the turmoil inside her? How could she admit that seeing him again after everything felt like too much to handle?As the silence stretched, she silently prayed for an interruption—and just as if the universe had answered her prayer, the sound of footsteps approached."Ms. Smith," the director of her company called out, stepping into view. "You've been called in."Suzanne quickly flashed a polite smile, the tension momentarily dissolving. "See you later, Liam." She turned on he
Back at the estate, the air was still, save for the occasional rustling of the trees. Charles Langford stood by his study window, watching the estate across the street. His new neighbor’s party was set for tomorrow, but that wasn’t what intrigued him.No, it was the boy.Charlie.His smirk was slow, calculated.“What a small world,” he murmured to himself, lifting a glass of bourbon to his lips.Then, with a quiet chuckle, he turned away from the window.Tomorrow would be an interesting night for him and Suzanne Smith.---Liam’s car was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. His phone sat on the dashboard, the screen lit with a familiar name—Suzanne Smith.He exhaled sharply, pressing the call button again.Ring.Ring.Ring.Nothing.The call went to voicemail. Again.Liam clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the wheel. He had lost count of how many times he had tried to reach her today. Morning. Afternoon. And now, after the heated confr
At the office, the atmosphere was light, filled with the warmth of laughter and casual chatter. Finn Carter leaned back in his chair, his sleeves slightly rolled up, fingers lazily tapping against the smooth wooden surface of his desk. Across from him sat Dr. Chris Murphy, the Chief Operating Officer of Carter Specialist Hospital. The two men exchanged stories over tea, their conversation flowing with the ease of old friends.But then, the air shifted.Finn lifted his teacup from the table with a sharp clink, taking a slow, deliberate sip.He leaned forward, locking eyes with Chris."How does my brother work in the office?"Chris, ever the professional, didn’t falter. He offered a practiced smile. "Dr. Carter is very passionate, Mr. Carter. He’s got impressive medical skills. Very dedicated."But Finn wasn’t buying it. His gaze hardened, his voice losing its earlier warmth. "What would you do if I said I wanted to bring him down?"The smile on Chris’s face faltered, vanishing as quick
Morning broke quietly over the estate, the sky painted in soft hues of gold and lavender. A crisp breeze rustled through the towering trees, carrying the distant chirping of birds. The estate grounds, usually serene, echoed with the laughter of a little boy at play.Little Charlie, barely a year and five months old, kicked his ball excitedly across the driveway, his tiny legs wobbling but determined. A shrill giggle escaped his lips as the ball rolled toward the gate—and then, past it.The toddler hesitated for only a second before chasing after it, his chubby legs carrying him through the open gate. But just as he reached for his ball, a large hand got to it first.Charlie stopped.He looked up.A man stood before him, the morning light casting an elongated shadow over his figure. Dressed in a crisp dark suit, he knelt to the child’s level, turning the ball between his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion.“Well, well,” the man mused, his lips curling into a smile. “Look who we hav
Liam's eyes widened in surprise, but a slow smile spread across his face. "Suzanne," he said, his voice husky. "You should've knocked."She swallowed hard, her gaze still glued to his bare chest. "I... I didn't know you were in here."He took a step closer, his smile turning into a smirk. "Well, I am."Suzanne's heart was racing now, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She should leave. She knew she should. But her feet seemed rooted to the spot.Liam closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch sent a shiver down her spine."You're hard to ignore, Suzy, should we continue from where we stopped in the morning?" he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips.She felt her cheeks heat up, her heart pounding even harder. "Liam..."He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. It was like a spark, igniting a fire within her. She gasped, her hands reaching up to grip his sh
A sharp throat-clearing shattered the moment, making them snap apart like guilty teenagers.Bianca stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her face carefully neutral, though something flickered in her eyes—something unreadable.Liam straightened, his expression shifting into something more professional.“Dr. Carter,” Bianca started, her voice clipped, “we’re short-staffed.”Liam exhaled, running a hand down his face before nodding. “I’m coming.”Bianca hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between them, before turning on her heel and walking away.Silence settled between them, thick and charged.Then Liam turned to Suzanne, his gaze steady. “When are you leaving?”She blinked, caught off guard.Without thinking, she blurted out, “Who said I’m going?”Liam’s brows lifted slightly in surprise.Her heart stumbled in her chest as she realized what she’d just said.“I mean—” she hurried to correct herself, tucking her hair behind her ear, “I’m not busy right now. I can help.” She tried t
The volunteers scrambled, pushing open the clinic’s doors as Liam carried Suzanne inside, his grip firm but gentle.Suzanne peeked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her heartbeat thundering.He looked so serious, so focused, so… worried.She had never felt more safe.But she had also never felt more ridiculous.What kind of grown woman faked an illness just to get a man’s attention?…Her, apparently.Liam laid her down on one of the beds, his hands immediately moving to check her vitals. His brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line of concentration.Even now, she couldn’t help but admire him—the sharpness of his jaw, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the intensity in his gaze as he worked.Damn it. He had no right to look this good.“Tell me exactly what you’re feeling,” he said, his voice softer now, but laced with urgency.Suzanne gulped, her eyes flickering away. Maybe… maybe she should tell him the truth.That she wasn’t really sick.That she had only don
Suzanne leaned back in her leather chair, absently tapping her pen against the desk as she glanced at the clock for the third time that morning. It had been four days.Four days since Liam had confessed his feelings to her.Four days since he’d told her he loved her.And yet—nothing.No calls. No texts. Not even a casual drop-by at her office.A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she tossed the pen aside. Who confesses their love and then disappears like that? It was infuriating. More than that—it hurt.She had told herself she was too busy to think about it, too occupied with work and Charlie to dwell on Liam’s absence. But the truth? She missed him. More than she wanted to admit.Finally, she gave in.Grabbing her office phone, she dialed Carter Hospital’s private line, the one meant for high-ranking medical personnel. The line rang twice before a nurse picked up.“Carter Hospital, Dr. Liam Carter’s office. How may I help you?”Suzanne straightened in her seat, trying to sound casu
The servants moved like shadows, their footsteps silent as they placed dish after dish of delicacies before the family. Suzanne Smith sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her heart heavy with an all-too-familiar tension.Her mother-in-law, Beatrice Landford, perched at the head of the table like a queen, her hawk-like eyes scanning Suzanne with barely concealed disdain. Beatrice’s perfectly coiffed hair and pristine pearl necklace only added to her air of superiority.“And how long has it been now?” Beatrice’s voice cut through the air like a blade, her tone dripping with judgment. She didn’t bother to look directly at Suzanne, instead slicing into her roast lamb with clinical precision.Suzanne stiffened, her stomach churning. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed. “Three years,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.“Three years,” Beatrice repeated, her lips curling into a smirk. She set her knife and fork down, folding her hands e...
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