FAZER LOGINOne night. One kiss. One viral humiliation. Livia Harper built Theo Whitford’s dying company into a billion-dollar empire while carrying his child in secret. On their second anniversary, in front of two hundred cameras, Theo introduced his college sweetheart as “the woman I’ve always loved” and kissed her like Livia never existed. Twenty-four hours later Livia is Mrs. Alexander Kane (the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy). The contract is simple: one year of fake marriage, seventy-five million dollars, and the total annihilation of Theo Whitford’s life. Rules: No feelings. The baby stays a secret. When the year ends, she disappears forever. But contracts weren’t made for the kind of fire that ignites when the woman who has nothing left to lose marries the man who’s never lost anything. Some vows are made to be broken. Others are made to burn the world down.
Ver mais(Alexander’s POV)The kitchen smells like fresh coffee, oranges, and the faint sweetness of baby lotion that never quite leaves this house anymore.It’s early, too early for the kids to be awake, but Sandra’s already up, perched on a stool at the island in her unicorn pajamas, swinging her legs and drawing on a napkin with a purple crayon. She’s five and a half now, all sharp curiosity and bossy affection, insisting on “helping” make breakfast every weekend even though her version of helping usually ends in flour clouds and extra chocolate chips.Leo and Caspian are still asleep upstairs, Leo sprawled across his bed like he owns it, Caspian curled in his crib with his favorite stuffed wolf. Livia’s hair is messy from sleep, eyes soft and tired but she’s smiling, small, private, the smile that’s only for me when the house is still quiet.I’m at the stove, flipping pancakes, pretending I’m not watching them all like they might disappear if I blink.This is my life now.Five years ago I
(Livia’s POV)Five years.Five years since the night I stood barefoot on that rooftop and swore forever under stars that once watched me shatter.Five years since Sandra Harper-Kane came into the world screaming like she already knew she was royalty.Five years, and the penthouse is no longer a quiet glass palace.It’s a battlefield of joy.I stand in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, heart so full it aches.The space is loud, messy, gloriously chaotic in the best possible way.Sandra is five years old, all dark curls, storm-gray eyes, and my stubborn mouth is perched on the back of the couch like a pirate queen commanding her fleet. She’s wearing a makeshift crown made of paper and tape, waving a cardboard sword (formerly a paper towel roll) with the authority of someone twice her age.“Leo! The castle needs more towers! Caspian, stop eating the Lego bricks, those are structural!”Leo, three and a half, Alexander’s mini-me with the same intense gaze, mischievous grin, and
(Theo’s POV)I’m standing in aisle 7 of the Fresno grocery store, under lights that buzz like dying insects, and the air tastes like stale bread and regret.My sneakers are glued to the linoleum. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t look. Every instinct screams at me to turn around, walk out, keep pretending the world ended somewhere else. But my hand moves anyway, slow, heavy, like it belongs to someone else and pulls the latest Forbes issue from the rack.The cover slams into me like a freight train.Livia.Smirking. Head high. Black blazer open over white silk, hand on her waist, six-weeks-postpartum softness still visible, unhidden, unapologetic. Alexander behind her, hand possessive on her hip, chin on her shoulder, eyes locked on her like she’s the only thing that exists in his entire universe.The headline screams in bold white:“The Most Powerful Couple in America”Livia Kane, CEO of the new Kane-Harper empire, smirking on the cover with her husband’s hand on her six-weeks-postpar
(Livia’s POV)Six weeks postpartum, and I still wake up feeling like my body belongs to someone else.The incision scar is fading to a thin pink line low on my abdomen, tender when I twist too fast, but no longer screaming.My breasts are heavy now, aching, leaking through every shirt I own, the skin stretched tight and veined in blue like rivers under the surface. They hurt when she latches sometimes, a sharp pinch that makes me hiss, but then the milk lets down and the ache eases into something warm, almost euphoric.I’ve cried in the middle of feeds more than once, quiet tears sliding down my cheeks while she nurses, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming miracle of it. My body is making food for my daughter. My body is still doing the impossible even after surgery, even after betrayal, even after everything.My emotions are a storm that never quite settles.One minute I’m laughing at Sandra’s sleepy smile, the next I’m crying because the laundry is piling up and I can’t be
(Livia’s POV)The rooftop feels different tonight.The same cold concrete under my bare feet, the same wind pulling at my white dress, the same city lights glittering below like a sea of fallen stars. But everything is softer now. Gentler. The sharp edges of the past have worn smooth, and what rema
(Alexander’s POV)The cliff edge is exactly how I pictured it.Sunset bleeding across the Pacific in violent shades of orange and pink, the kind of light that makes everything look like it’s on fire in the best way. Waves crash below us, loud, rhythmic, relentless. The wind is sharp, salty, tugging
(Livia’s POV)The hospital room has become our small universe by the afternoon of the second day.Sunlight slants through the half-closed blinds in warm golden bars across the bed, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air.The monitors beep in a soft, steady rhythm, my heartbeat, Sandra’s h
(Alexander’s POV)The drive home from the hospital feels like crossing a threshold into a different world.Sandra is in the car seat between us, strapped in and sleeping, her tiny chest rising and falling under the pale-pink blanket. The hospital had given us a white rose-patterned one; Livia insis
















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