LOGINShe married him to save her family. He married her to settle a score. Neither expected the silence between them to hurt this much. When Lucy Benjamin is forced to take her sister’s place in a high-stakes marriage to the cold, powerful billionaire Gabriel Fernandez, she believes she’s being handed to a monster. Gabriel, haunted by betrayal and bound by secrets, sees Lucy as part of the lie that ruined him. But as icy tension turns to burninig glances, and unspoken pain gives way to raw emotion, both must confront the truth behind the lies that tore them apart. In a world ruled by wealth, power, and manipulation, can love survive the silence or was it never meant to begin?
View MoreThe estate was quiet again. For the first time in weeks, there were no reporters at the gates, no investors hounding Gabriel’s every step, no whispered threats echoing in the corridors. The battles had been fought, Joana’s schemes dismantled, Patricia’s influence weakened. And yet, the silence carried a weight Lucy couldn’t ignore. She walked through the grand hall with bare feet, the cool marble grounding her as she trailed a hand along the polished oak banister. The house that had once felt like a cage now hummed with a different energy expectant, almost watchful, as though it too knew something had shifted. Gabriel was in the library, of course. That room had become his refuge, and by extension, hers. She paused at the doorway before entering. He was seated at the massive walnut desk, sleeves rolled up, a tumbler of untouched scotch beside him. Papers lay scattered, but his eyes weren’t on them. They were far away, fixed on the dying fire. “Gabriel,” Lucy said softly. His
The jet descended into Madrid beneath a gray morning sky, the horizon smudged with clouds that threatened rain. Lucy sat by the window, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Beside her, Gabriel looked outward but saw nothing, his jaw set, his silence heavy.As the wheels touched the runway, a ripple of unease washed through her. Madrid was Gabriel’s empire in many ways the nerve center of his companies, the heart of his influence. But today, it felt hostile, poisoned by Joana’s lies.When they stepped from the plane, the flash of cameras was immediate. Reporters pressed against the barricades, their shouts carrying across the tarmac.“Señor Fernandez! Are the allegations true?”“Lucy, did you know about the offshore accounts?”“Is your marriage just for power?”Lucy flinched at the barrage of questions. Security formed a barrier around them, ushering them swiftly into the waiting cars. Still, the shouts echoed in her ears long after the doors shut and the chaos was muted to a distant
The first light of dawn spilled across the hills outside the estate, painting the vineyard in hues of gold and soft rose. Lucy stood by the balcony of their bedroom, her bare feet pressing lightly into the cool marble, her hair loose and tumbling past her shoulders. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of wet earth and the faint sweetness of grapevines.Behind her, Gabriel stirred awake. He had fallen asleep later than she had she knew it from the shadows beneath his eyes, from the way his hand instinctively sought her even in sleep. She turned when she heard the rustle of sheets, and their eyes met.“You’re awake,” she whispered, smiling faintly.His voice was thick with sleep, low and rough. “Only because you’re not in bed.”She laughed softly, the sound easing the silence. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked… peaceful.”He sat up, his tousled hair catching the light. “Peaceful,” he repeated, as though testing the word on his tongue. “That’s rare for me.”Lucy walked back toward
The estate had never felt so silent.Lucy sat by the open window of the east wing, watching as dusk bled across the vineyards, the sky softening into purples and gold. The cicadas had begun their evening song, and somewhere in the distance, the fountain’s trickle echoed faintly, a rhythm against the hush. It was in these moments unburdened by interruptions, untouched by enemies that she could breathe.And yet, the quiet wasn’t loneliness. It was anticipation.She turned her head slightly as she heard Gabriel’s footsteps approaching before she saw him. She had grown used to the cadence of his movements, the deliberate steadiness of his stride. It was strange, she thought, how even the sound of him walking toward her had become its own kind of reassurance.When he entered the room, he didn’t speak at once. He merely stood in the doorway, watching her with the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and there was something almost unguarded abou






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