LOGIN"You’re making a mistake," James smirked, lounging beside Chloe. "You’ll never find someone better than me." Betrayal shattered Sarah Winters’ world. She thought she had it all until she walked in on her fiancé tangled in bed with her best friend. Humiliated but determined, she refuses to be a victim. If James and Chloe think they’ve won, they’re about to be proven wrong. Elliott Remington is a billionaire CEO, ruthless in business, and completely uninterested in love. Under pressure to marry, he needs a wife to silence his father and secure a critical deal. Sarah needs power, status, and a way to erase the sting of betrayal. They signed a contract for marriage. One year. No emotions. Strictly business. But playing pretend isn’t so simple when lines begin to blur. As jealousy ignites, hidden pasts unravel, and unexpected feelings surface, Sarah and Elliott find themselves trapped in a game where the biggest risk isn’t losing control. It’s falling for each other. And when the truth about Sarah’s past comes to light, the stakes become even higher. Revenge brought them together. Love was never part of the plan. But when the contract ends… will they be able to walk away?
View MoreBack at the banquet hall, the music played on, and laughter echoed across the grand chandelier-lit room but something felt off.Elysia returned from the restroom, adjusting her silver dress as she scanned the crowd. Her brows pinched together when she didn’t immediately spot Sarah. She weaved through the sea of guests, moving quickly, checking corners and the lounge near the bar.Still no sign of her.Her smile began to waver.She turned sharply and headed straight to her brother.“Brother,” she said, tugging at Elliot’s sleeve. “Have you seen Sarah?”Elliot turned to her, clearly distracted. “She was just here.”“Well, she’s not anymore,” Elysia said, her voice a little more urgent now. “I’ve checked the whole place.”A flicker of something unreadable passed through Elliot’s eyes. He set his drink down immediately.“Let’s go,” he said, already walking.Elysia followed closely, her heels clicking hurriedly behind him.They didn’t speak on the drive home, both hoping she’d be there.Th
Sarah stood in the corner of the room, alone again after Elysia left for the restroom. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, searching for Elliott. He was speaking with a group of men in suits, wine glass in hand, cool and unreadable. She waited, hoped he'd spare her a glance, a sign or anything.But he didn’t even look at her.The humiliation had settled like fire in her chest, burning hotter with each passing moment.She couldn’t take it anymore.She walked out of the banquet hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step she took was fueled with anger. As she stepped into the cold night, the air felt sharp against her flushed cheeks.She glanced down the street, considering calling a cab. She could make her way back to the penthouse alone. She didn’t care what Elliott thought, that's if he even noticed she’d left.Just as she reached for her phone, the screech of tires ripped through the silence.Two black cars pulled up beside her, their tinted windows gleaming under the
The next morning, Sarah arrived at the office for the first time as Elliott’s personal secretary, expecting to at least have something to do. But as the hours dragged on, she found herself sitting idly in his office, doing absolutely nothing. She wasn’t given any work, no one directed her anywhere, and Elliott had barely acknowledged her presence since they arrived.She sighed, tapping her fingers on the desk impatiently. “Why am I even here?” she muttered under her breath.The only sound in the office was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional flipping of pages as Elliott worked through some documents. Sarah was bored out of her mind. She had imagined that working in one of the most prestigious companies would be an exciting experience, but instead, she felt like a piece of furniture placed there for show.She glanced at Elliott, who remained focused on his work, showing no signs of including her in anything. Sarah frowned, frustration bubbling inside her.“This is ridiculo
Elliott sat at his desk, flipping through documents with a sharp, calculating gaze. The floor-to-ceiling windows of his office showcased the towering skyline, but his focus remained unwavering. His assistant had informed him minutes ago that his mother was on her way up.When the heavy oak doors swung open, Vivian Remington walked in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She exuded elegance, dressed in an emerald green suit, her hair neatly styled, but her expression was anything but composed. Her face was set in a deep frown, her sharp eyes locked onto her son the moment she entered.Without waiting for an invitation, she sat across from him, placing her handbag on the desk with a thud.“So, it’s true,” she began, her voice laced with irritation. “You really went through with this ridiculous marriage.”Elliott didn’t bother looking up. He flipped another page in his file before responding in his usual calm, detached tone. “It’s already been done. There’s no point in discuss
Elliot Remington’s penthouse was a masterpiece of modern architecture, a seamless blend of sophisticated and luxury. Floor to ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, city lights flickering like stars In the night. The open concept living space was adorned with sleek, m
Elliot Remington’s office was a testament to wealth, power, and precision. Located on the top floor of Remington Enterprises, the suite was designed with modern elegance. Floor to ceiling window offered an uninterrupted view of the Manhattan skyline, casting golden light across the space as the sun
The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened but for Sarah, time had shattered just like the wine glass she had dropped the night before.She sat in her small apartment, numb, as the city buzzed beyond her window. The betrayal still clawed at her chest, a relentless ache she couldn't shake
The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood.Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sound






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