LOGINHe shattered her heart five years ago. Now he's the only man who can save her. Ria Grant loved Aziel Richards with everything she had and he repaid her by disappearing without a word leaving her humiliated and broken while he moved on as though she had never existed. She spent five years rebuilding herself from the wreckage, convincing the world she was fine and that she didn't care. Now her father is dead and his will contains a condition designed to protect her from his business partner who wants to claim her shares through marriage and her uncle who wants to destroy everything she loves. She has to be married to inherit and the only man powerful enough to stand against her enemies is the same man who walked away without looking back. Ria has no choice but to do the one thing she swore she would never do: Beg. Aziel Richards is cold, calculating and utterly insufferable. He holds her future in his hands and makes her crawl for it. He agrees to marry her but on his terms. But Aziel has secrets buried beneath his cruelty and Ria is about to discover that the man who broke her heart might be the only one who can put it back together.
View MoreI called him three times. The first time, it rang until voicemail and I hung up. The second time, it clicked over after two rings. The third time, straight to voicemail.He was clearly ignoring me.Nina found me staring at my phone, face pale, hands trembling."You called him," she said."Yes but he did not answer.""Then you know what you have to do."I looked up as I ran my hands over my face in frustration. "I have to go to him and beg him to marry me.""Yes.""I have to face the man who destroyed me."Nina sat beside me and comfortingly took my hand. "You do not have to do anything but if you want to save your father's company, then yes. You have to go to him.""I do not know if I can.""You can, Ria. You are the strongest person I know.""I do not feel strong at all right now.""Strength is not about feeling strong. It is about doing what needs to be done even when you are terrified." She squeezed my hand. "I will be right here when you get back."The next morning, I arrived at R
The days after the funeral I swallowed in grief and sleepless nights. I did not leave my apartment but I had Nina with me. I sat on my couch in my father's old sweater and stared at the walls, replaying every moment of my meeting with Aziel until the memory felt like a wound I kept pressing on purpose. Nina brought me food I barely touched and sat with me in the silence and I was grateful for her presence even when I could not find the words to tell her so.On the third day, I received a call from Arthur Kane.I stared at his name on my screen for a long moment before I answered. I did not want to hear his voice but I knew that ignoring him would only give him more power."Ria," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I was hoping we could talk. Privately. Away from the prying eyes of the board and your uncle.""I have nothing to say to you.""I think you will want to hear what I have to offer. Meet me at the Garden Club this afternoon. If you do not come, I will assume you are not inter
I walked into Richards Industries still wearing the black dress from my father's funeral. My heels clicked against the marble floor and I did not slow down to look at the art or the people in expensive suits who turned to stare. I walked straight to the reception desk."I need to see Aziel Richards," I said.The receptionist looked up, her eyes flicking over my tear swollen face and rumpled dress. "Do you have an appointment?""No, but I am not leaving until I see him."She picked up her phone and murmured something into the receiver. I stood there with my hands clasped tightly in front of me, refusing to sit down. A man in a gray suit walked past and gave me a look that lingered too long. I met his gaze and he quickly looked away.Twenty minutes passed but I did not move.Finally, the elevator doors opened and a stern woman with sharp eyes and silver hair stepped out. I recognized her immediately. Patricia had been Aziel's assistant five years ago, back when I was naive enough to bel
The day I discovered I would have to beg Aziel Richards for help was the day I realized God had a truly twisted sense of humor. I was sitting in Gerald Hartwell's office, still wearing the black dress from my dad’s funeral. I've lost count of the times I was told that the funeral arrangement was beautiful, as if my father's death could be reduced to a floral arrangement and a polished eulogy. Many people showed up to pay their last homage to my father. Business associates who had spent years trying to outmaneuver my father now stood in line to shake my hand. Politicians who had once called him a ruthless capitalist now spoke of his philanthropy with tears in their eyes. Some old friends who hadn't bothered to visit him in the hospital now wept openly over his coffin. I watched them all with a face carved from stone.She hasn't cried once, they whispered. What kind of daughter doesn't cry at her own father's funeral? I heard them but I have learnt long ago that the truth was a l






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