LOGIN"This is the price you have to pay for killing my fiancée." When a tragic plane crash claims the life of Rose Dawkins, Chloe Luke's world goes up in flames. Branded a murderer and hated by millions, she becomes the target of the one man she can never escape-Liam Reigns. Powerful. Ruthless. Heartbroken. As punishment, Liam forces Chloe into a marriage neither of them wants. To him, she's the woman who destroyed his future. To her, he's a prison she can never break free from. But somewhere between hatred and heartbreak, revenge turns into obsession, and obsession into a love neither of them saw coming. Just when Chloe believes she's finally found happiness, shocking secrets begin to surface. The plane crash wasn't what it seemed. The people she trusts are hiding dangerous lies. And the dead don't always stay dead. Because Rose is alive. And her return threatens to destroy everything. Caught in a web of betrayal, family secrets, revenge, and forbidden love, Chloe and Liam must fight for a future that powerful enemies are determined to take away. He married her for revenge. She became the reason he couldn't let go. But when the truth comes out, love may not be enough to save them.
View MoreThe mahogany doors towered over her, carved and cold, like the gates of a prison. Chloe Adams gripped her bouquet until the stems bit into her palms. White roses. Not her choice. Nothing today was. This wasn’t the wedding she’d rehearsed in her head since she was sixteen. No Rose giggling beside her as bridesmaid, adjusting her veil and whispering, _“You’re gonna cry, I know it.”_ No father to walk her down the aisle. No friends packing the pews, throwing rice and hope. She’d wanted to pick her own gown. Lace, off-shoulder, something that made her feel like more than a transaction. Wishful thinking. Now she was just the replacement. The debt payment. The substitute bride. A tear threatened. She killed it with a blink. Smudged mascara was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Not when she had to survive him. The doors groaned open without her touching them. The sound rolled through the empty church like thunder in an empty sky. Her heels clicked against marble. Each step echoed, announcing her walk to the slaughter. He was already at the altar. Liam Reigns. Even from a distance, he was ruinous. Black suit cut to kill, raven hair styled like he hadn’t just sold his soul that morning. And those eyes — emerald, sharp, dissecting her with every step she took. She hated that her breath caught. Hated that part of her still noticed how handsome the devil was. She climbed the three steps to the altar on legs that didn’t feel like hers. He extended his hand. A perfect gentleman. A perfect lie. To the world, Liam Reigns was the dream: billionaire heir, philanthropist, the man mothers told their daughters to pray for. To Chloe, he was the cage. Steel bars wrapped in cologne and promises. Her fingers shook as she placed her hand in his. His grip was firm. Unyielding. Claiming. For one disorienting second, she imagined it was real. That the warmth of his palm meant safety. That the way he looked at her meant anything but possession. Then he smiled. Barely. A twitch at the corner of his mouth that didn’t reach his eyes. The priest cleared his throat, eager to start and faster to finish. His voice bounced off the hollow walls. “Liam Reigns, do you take Chloe Adams to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” The silence after the vow was deliberate. Calculated. “Yes,” Liam said. His voice was velvet over a blade. “I do. I will cherish her. Love her. Be loyal to her… till death.” That smirk again. Small. Lethal. “Chloe Adams,” the priest turned to her, and she felt the weight of God and ghosts in the room. “Do you take Liam Reigns to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” Her tongue went dry. The words were stones in her mouth. “Y-yes.” The stutter betrayed her. “I do.” A lie before God. Would He forgive her? Would He even listen in a church this empty? “This is a commitment of forever,” the priest said, almost in a rush. “You may now kiss the bride.” Liam didn’t hesitate. One hand seized her waist, pulling her flush against him. The other caught her chin, tilting her face up. She saw her own terrified reflection in his eyes. She moved to turn her head, to deny him this last piece of her. His whisper stopped her cold. Lips brushing her ear, for her alone: “This is what you owe me and Rose. It’s too late to run.” Rose. Her best friend’s name on his mouth felt like a slap. Her knees nearly gave out. The kiss wasn’t a kiss. It was a brand. Slow, deep, punishing. He took his time, like he wanted her to memorize every second of her surrender. Her hands went numb at her sides. The bouquet nearly slipped. She tasted betrayal. She tasted salt. She didn’t know if it was his or hers. When he finally released her, the air rushed back into her lungs in a broken gasp. The priest had already closed his Bible. The witnesses — two men in black suits she didn’t know — were gone. It was done. Mrs. Liam Reigns. The car ride was a funeral. She pressed her forehead to the window, letting the cold glass numb her skin. The city blurred past. Streetlights. Strangers. A life she no longer had. She didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. If she did, she might scream, or beg, or worse — believe that flicker of something human she’d seen when he said _till death._ “Driver missed my stop,” she said finally, her voice hoarse. She didn’t turn. Didn’t dare. “Can you—” “You don’t have a stop anymore.” His voice was flat. Final. She turned then, slowly. “What?” “You’re Mrs. Reigns now.” He didn’t look up from his phone. “You live in the Reigns mansion. With me.” “But I— my things, my—” “Already moved.” He cut her off without lifting his eyes. “Your apartment is cleared. Your lease is terminated. There’s nothing to go back to.” Chloe stared at him. At the sharp line of his jaw, the casual cruelty of his profile. “You can’t just—” “I just did.” Now he looked at her. Emerald fire. “Did you think I’d marry you and leave you in some roach-infested flat? You’re a Reigns. Act like it.” She flinched. Not at the insult to her old life, but at the truth: there was no old life. He’d erased it. She turned back to the window. Chewed the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper. Swallowed the scream building in her throat. The Reigns mansion loomed ahead, lit up like a palace, like a warning. An inescapable cage. And she’d just walked in, signed the contract in front of God, and handed him the key. Somewhere in that house, Rose’s ghost was waiting. And Chloe was finally about to find out why she owed Liam Reigns her life.
The morning of the wedding arrived beneath a sky so clear and bright that it almost felt like a blessing.For the first time in many years, there were no enemies waiting in the shadows.No conspiracies lurking beneath carefully crafted smiles.No secrets threatening to destroy lives.The war was finally over.The truth had been uncovered.The guilty had fallen.And those who remained had been given something far more precious than revenge.Peace.The Reigns Estate had been transformed overnight.White roses lined every pathway leading toward the garden chapel.Fresh lilies adorned the marble staircases.Elegant chandeliers sparkled beneath carefully arranged drapery.Every detail had been planned to perfection.Not because Liam demanded perfection.But because this wedding mattered.The first wedding belonged to fate.This one belonged to them.---Inside her suite, Chloe stood before the mirror while Daisy and Hilda fussed endlessly around her.Her wedding gown flowed elegantly aroun
One month later.The mansion was quieter than it had been in years.Not because it lacked people.Quite the opposite.The Reigns Mansion had gradually become the gathering place for everyone who mattered.Rivero visited frequently.Stacy had moved into a private rehabilitation residence nearby.Daisy appeared almost daily under various excuses.Blaze came and went depending on his schedule.Even Fred had become a familiar presence around the estate.Yet despite the laughter that occasionally filled the halls, a subtle sadness remained.Rose's absence lingered everywhere.It had been a month since her burial.A month since they laid her to rest beneath white lilies overlooking the sea she had once loved.A month since Chloe stood beside her grave holding her newborn son while crying silently into Liam's shoulder.Time had moved forward.Grief had not.Not entirely.Some wounds simply learned how to coexist with happiness.And that was exactly where they all found themselves.Learning h
Liam had faced assassins, corporate wars, betrayals and enemies who spent decades hiding behind power and influence. He had stood at the center of storms that would have broken lesser men. Yet nothing compared to standing helplessly beside Chloe's hospital bed as she fought through her twenty-fifth hour of labor.The delivery room was quiet except for the steady beeping of monitors and Chloe's strained breathing.The grief hanging over them was impossible to ignore.Only days earlier, Rose had died in Chloe's arms.The memory still felt unreal.Too fresh.Too painful.Every time Chloe closed her eyes, she saw Rose's smile. She heard her final words. She remembered the warmth slowly leaving her hand.And now, even as life prepared to enter the world, death lingered beside them.Another contraction hit.Chloe cried out, clutching Liam's hand so tightly that her nails dug into his skin.He welcomed the pain.Anything was better than watching her suffer while being unable to take the burd
The same day Rose died, Chloe was rushed into the maternity ward.What should have been one of the happiest days of her life began in heartbreak.The emotional shock of losing Rose had triggered premature labor, and despite the doctors' efforts to slow the contractions, Chloe's body had already made its decision.The baby was coming.Hours earlier than expected.The first few contractions were manageable.Painful.But manageable.By evening, however, the situation changed.The contractions grew stronger.Closer.More relentless.Each wave left her breathless.Each hour drained more of her strength.Yet what hurt even more was the empty chair beside her hospital bed.Liam wasn't there.Not because he didn't want to be.Not because he didn't care.But because after Rose's death, something had finally snapped.For years he had been reacting.Protecting.Enduring.Waiting.Now he was done waiting.Because Rose was dead.Because Chloe nearly died.Because his unborn child had been endanger
Chloe accepted Darlyn's offer to buy lunch for her after his blunt refusal to take 'No' for an answer . She didn't know how to refuse him anymore after he said that's his only way to apologize for the department cold welcome earlier. Now seated in the cafe she scouted earlier from the view of Liam
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