LOGINWhen Ava Walker agreed to a marriage she barely understood, it wasn’t love she sought — it was escape. A quiet woman with a past she never speaks of, Ava only wanted to start over. But fate had other plans. Ethan Newton, heir to the Newton Group, was supposed to marry the woman his grandfather handpicked — a polished socialite, perfect for the family name. One mistaken signature, one unexpected bride, and his life took a turn he never saw coming. By the time Ethan realized he had married the wrong woman, it was too late. Divorce wasn’t an option. Trapped in a marriage he never wanted, Ethan’s pride turned cold, his heart colder still. He believed Ava schemed her way into his life — the quiet mask of an ambitious woman. But when danger from Ava’s past returned, and Ethan found himself defending the very woman he swore to despise, everything began to change. In a world of mistaken identities, buried secrets, and love born from hate, Ethan will have to decide: Was she truly the wrong bride, or the only one fate ever meant for him?
View MoreAva set her phone down slowly and looked out through the thin curtains. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a restless ocean of gold. Somewhere out there, Pearl—the woman who had once rescued her—was now packing her own bags to face the past she had tried to forget.Ava pressed her hand against the windowpane, her reflection faint in the glass. “Be strong, Pearl,” she whispered.Outside, thunder rolled faintly—not fierce, just a low, distant murmur. A quiet reminder that no storm truly ends; it only waits for its next sky.Pearl’s Return to WestminsterThe morning train rattled across the countryside, slicing through mist and soft golden sunlight. Pearl sat by the window, fingers clenched around the strap
As Ethan stepped into the hallway, employees straightened immediately. Voices dropped to a hush. Every eye followed him — the CEO had arrived.The same man who, half an hour ago, had eaten toast in silence beside his new wife.Ethan Newton’s expression changed the moment he crossed the lobby. The calm mask of power slipped back into place. His assistants followed closely behind, tablets in hand, reading updates and figures as they hurried to match his pace.“Mr. Newton,” one of them said carefully, “should we prepare a public statement in regard to your marriage, sir?”Ethan’s reply was cool and sharp. “No one needs to know.”He stepped into the elevator. The mirrored walls reflected him from every side — a man split between two versions of himself: the ruthless CEO, and the quiet stranger from a small, newly bought apartment.His jaw tightened. He didn’t like the thought. The marriage was nothing but duty — a promise to his grandfather, a convenient shield against gossip and social e
When the call ended, she sat still for a long moment, the phone resting in her lap. Her gaze fell on the photo tucked inside her wallet—Saviour’s small face beaming with joy, her two front teeth showing, her eyes bright like sunlight through glass. Ava touched the photo gently, whispering, “Mama’s doing this for you.”From outside, the faint hum of an engine drifted through the air. Ava glanced through the curtain but saw nothing except the quiet street. She did not know that a line of black luxury cars had followed them home, parked discreetly a few blocks away, bodyguards stationed in the shadows. Ethan Newton—the man pretending to be an ordinary worker—had ordered them to keep their distance. He now joined them, and the cars moved onto the highwayThe house was quiet. It didn’t feel lived in. It felt like a waiting room: beautiful, but lonely.Ava slipped off her shoes and wandered toward the couch, her hand brushing the smooth edge of the dining table as she passed. On it sat a si
The thought followed him as they stepped out into the cool night air—two strangers bound by paper, silence, and secrets neither fully understood.The night had deepened when they left the civic center, their newly signed certificates tucked neatly into a brown envelope.Ethan walked ahead with his usual measured calm, not once looking back. His posture was composed, almost cold, but his mind was a storm of contradiction. He had done what he had sworn never to do again—let emotion, or perhaps curiosity, bend his will.Ava followed a step behind, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the pavement. She held the envelope tightly, as though it might slip away if she loosened her grip.The city breeze tugged gently at her hair, and somewhere inside, her heart whispered that this was a beginning—a fragile one, perhaps, but hersEthan opened the passenger door of a plain black sedan parked nearby. “Get in,” he said simply.She obeyed, glancing briefly at the interior. It was clean bu
“Well,” he said finally, his voice smooth but distant, “I don’t like being rushed into anything.”Ava didn’t flinch. “I’m not rushing you. I’m asking plainly.”That quiet boldness unsettled him. He wasn’t used to women speaking so directly, especially to him—especially when he was testing her under a false identity. For a heartbeat, irritation flickered in his chest. Yet the memory of his grandfather’s warning pressed in again: “Don’t judge too quickly, Ethan. You owe me this one.”He exhaled slowly, forcing a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “If marriage is what you really want,” he said evenly, “then fine. I have my ID with me. Let’s go to the civic center right now.”Ava blinked, startled by his sudden seriousness. “You’re… agreeing?”“I said I would think about it,” he replied, standing and adjusting his cufflinks with cold precision. “And I have.” His eyes met hers—steady, unreadable. “You want clarity. So do I.”The air between them thickened. Ava searched his face for a
The woman sitting across from him had no idea who he really was. The man before her was Ethan Golden Newton, CEO of Newton Group and the richest man in the continent. But tonight, he was simply “Golden Newton,” a supposed mid-level employee. He had made sure of that—no driver, no security, no mention of his last name. His grandfather had arranged this blind date, and Ethan wanted to know if the girl could see the man, not the name.When the waiter arrived with their drinks, his expression didn’t change. He watched the slight tremor in her hand as she lifted her glass, and his thoughts grew colder. Another woman pretending to be delicate.The drama between him and his grandfather that morning came back to him: "grandpa what is the meaning of this document?" Ethan had asked his grandfather."The document states that you have been removed from being the CEO of the Newton Group.""Grandpa, you have no right to remove me from the CEO seat." Ethan countered his grandfather."Young man, I a






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