LOGINJackson Sterling, a ruthless billionaire businessman with a fractured past, needs a wife to secure his family’s legacy and save his crumbling empire. Savannah Montgomery, a kind-hearted but financially struggling woman, finds herself forced into a marriage contract with Jackson to escape the clutches of debt. As the two grow closer, their marriage of convenience begins to spark real emotions, secrets, power plays, and hidden desires threaten to tear them apart. Can they overcome their pasts and learn to love, or will their contract only bind them to a future of regret?
View MoreThe quiet outside Sterling Tower felt unreal. For months, Savannah had lived in a world of alarms, fire, betrayal, and near-death escapes so the silence settling over the marble courtyard felt almost frightening. The sun was beginning to set, staining the sky with streaks of rose gold, and the soft wind lifted her hair as she stood beside Jackson, their fingers intertwined.She still couldn’t believe they were both standing here, whole, breathing, alive.Jackson’s thumb brushed over her knuckles. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, eyes fixed on her more than the horizon. “That usually means you’re thinking too much.”She huffed a soft laugh. “And you don’t think enough.”He raised a brow. “Savannah.”“Jackson.”Their exchanged tone made Cole standing a respectful distance away smile faintly before turning to give them privacy. Medical staff moved around checking damage, security teams cleared rubble, and various board members stood together whispering about the scandal Harrison tried and fa
The wind screamed against the shattered windows of Sterling Tower as Savannah pushed through the smoke-stained hallway, her chest heaving, her pulse hammering like war drums inside her skull. Every light flickered. Every alarm wailed. Every step drew her closer to the man whose world whose life had been nearly torn from him again.“Jackson!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the fractured corridor.Her boots crunched over broken glass, twisted steel, and fallen ceiling tiles. The entire building felt like it was holding its breath, as if waiting to see whether the empire would fall or rise depending on the two people fighting for its heart.Cole limped behind her, gripping the railing for balance. “Savannah slow down. You don’t know what’s waiting on that floor.”“I don’t care,” she said without looking back. “He’s up there. And if Harrison thinks he can take him from me now, he doesn’t understand what I’m capable of.”A burst of sparks rained from a torn electrical panel. Shadow
Savannah moved down the ruined hallway with every nerve stretched thin, her heartbeat loud enough to drown out the crackling wires above her. Smoke curled from the shattered ceiling lights, pieces of glass scattered across the floor like frozen stars. The final blast had blown out half the corridor, leaving jagged openings that dropped several floors beneath them. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t breathe. She didn’t blink.All she could see the only thing that mattered was the last steel door standing at the end of the corridor. The door that separated her from Jackson.Her steps were uneven, but her determination wasn’t. Every memory of him his voice, his steady hands, the fierce way he had always pulled her back from danger shoved her forward. She didn’t care that her legs trembled. She didn’t care that the entire tower groaned under the weight of destruction. Nothing mattered except getting that door open.“Jackson…” she whispered, barely audible over the alarm blaring above her. “P
Savannah had never known silence could feel so loud. It pressed against her ribs as though the entire world had stopped breathing with her. The hallway outside the Sterling private chamber trembled with the aftermath of the explosions, with the metallic groan of a building forced to withstand everything Harrison had thrown at it. Smoke clung to the air like a shadow refusing to leave, but Savannah walked through it with her chin lifted, her heart beating in slow, heavy strikes that tasted like destiny.Jackson walked beside her.Alive. Standing. Breathing.His injuries had not fully healed she could see the tightness in his jaw whenever a sharp movement sent pain through his ribs but he refused help, refused rest, refused anything that suggested he would step back while this final piece of the war was put into place. He walked as a man who had already died once tonight and clawed his way back because he refused to leave her alone in the fire."Security sweep confirms the west wing is






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