FAZER LOGINFor eighteen years, Isabella Vaughn has lived in silence. After surviving the car crash that killed her mother, the world believed trauma stole her voice. Her father and stepmother abused her. Her stepsister mocked her. And Isabella let them. Because pretending to be weak made people careless. It made them talk. And somewhere inside the lies surrounding her mother’s death lies the truth Isabella has spent years trying to uncover. But before she can get too close, her father trades her off in marriage to Mateo Hale, a cold billionaire rumored to be bitter, dangerous, and confined to a wheelchair after a tragic accident. To the public, Mateo Hale is a broken man. Behind closed doors, he is something far more terrifying. He's a man with secrets. And on the very first morning of their marriage, he reveals the one thing Isabella never expected: He knows she can speak. Trapped inside a marriage built on secrets, Isabella finds herself drawn into Mateo’s dark world of manipulation, hidden enemies, and dangerous truths. But the deeper they dig into the past, the more horrifying the connection between them becomes. Because the accident that destroyed Isabella’s life was never an accident. And someone is willing to kill again to keep the truth buried.
Ver maisIsabella PovI froze, my mind running a thousand miles. I did not move nor did I blink. I kept my face exactly where it blank, and I looked at him like I had no idea what he was talking about.He was not convinced."what? You wanna play dumb?." His voice did not rise. He set his fork down and folded his hands on the table, looking at me patiently, at the same time, it looked like his patience was wearing thin. "There is no need to play meek in front of me, Isabella. I know you can speak. I know everything about you."My stomach dropped, and my mind flew.How did he know? Since when? Was that why he requested for me? I did not let my anxiety show. I kept my breathing even, kept my shoulders loose, and kept my hands resting in my lap like they were not gripping each other underneath the table.He waited. And the thing about Mateo Hale, the thing I was beginning to understand very quickly, was that he was comfortable waiting. He had the stillness of a man who had never once been in a h
Isabella PovHe did not turn around when he said it, just those five words. Then he called out, Claire, and his assistant appeared from somewhere down the hall."I will show you to your room," Claire said, already moving toward the staircase.And that was it. He didn't give any explanation for that word. No finally what, finally why, finally how long. He just wheeled himself further into the house and left me standing there with it.I followed Claire up the stairs.The hallway on the second floor was long and quiet, doors on either side, all of them closed. The house was completely still up here. Claire stopped at the last door on the right and pushed it open."Your room," she said, stepping aside.I walked in.It was big. The kind of room that made you feel small. A king-sized bed with ivory linen, already turned down. Heavy drapes the colour of deep cream. A vanity, a wardrobe, a sitting area by the window with two chairs facing each other.It was a cage. A very expensive, very tas
Isabella PovThey gave me an hour to pack my things.One hour. As if eighteen years of my life could be folded into two suitcases and carried out the door without anyone blinking. Vero stood at my bedroom doorway the entire time, arms crossed, watching me like she was afraid I'd set something on fire on the way out.I moved around my room slowly, opening drawers, folding things I didn't even care about. It wasn't because I was sad. I had stopped being sad about this house a long time ago. I moved slowly because my phone was buzzing against my thigh, tucked inside the waistband of my joggers, and I needed to answer it.I crouched beside my bed like I was searching for something underneath it, angled my body away from the door, and pressed the phone to my ear."Talk to me," I whispered."Isa." It was Dami, my contact. The only person on this earth who knew the real me. "The truck driver from that night, the one they said died at the scene, he didn't die. He's been living under a differe
Isabella PovMy mind drifted, the way it always did when things became too much to bear. Back to my mum. Back to the accident. Back to that night — the night that changed everything.My mum had just had an argument with my dad. I was just five years old, frail and innocent. I could hear them arguing about something but couldn't make out the words. I curled my knees up, bringing my head down, trying to soothe myself. My eyes were becoming blurry with tears, my cheeks red.Boom! I heard something shatter, and my heart skipped a beat. I scurried to my feet, my little legs carrying me as fast as they could to their door.The door was slightly open, and I peered through the gap. I could see papers flying, the room scattered, things turned upside down. Then my mum said something that made my dad's blood run cold. His face twisted in terror, and he took a step back, gripping the edge of the window for support, his hands trembling.I took a step back, but bumped into a table, and that got the


















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