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last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-03 20:35:46

FEAR OF LOSING

~ANAYA'S POV~

My heart raced in my chest like a trapped bird when I noticed that Camille had been watching me.

I quickly pushed the silver tray across the tablecloth to clear the remaining glass plates as fast as my shaking hands could.

The small, folded napkin with Lucien's handwriting was tightly held in my hand, hidden in the heavy gold folds of my saree.

I wasn't sure if Camille had seen him pass it to me.

She sat at the head of the table, resting her chin on her hand, her d
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  • The wife they never forgot    014

    ~ANAYA’S POV~I didn't cringe, and I didn't shrink back.I stood up straight, stepped right over Raphaël's dropped coat, and looked Rohan directly in his bloodshot eyes."I didn't ruin you, Rohan," I said, my voice ice-cold and ringing with absolute clarity. "Your greed, your lies, and your cruelty ruined you. You did this to yourself."Rohan gasped, completely stunned by my sudden defiance.Behind him, Camille didn't waste a single breath. Realizing Rohan’s vast fortune had just vanished into thin air, she quietly backed out of the dressing room and ran toward the guest wing to pack her designer bags."Get dressed, Anaya!" Rohan barked frantically, trying to regain control as he grabbed his suit jacket. "We are going to headquarters right now! You are going to stand by my side in front of the press and the board! We need to show them my family is united!"Thirty minutes later, Rohan dragged me through the sliding glass doors of the massive Kapoor Enterprises headquarters in downtown

  • The wife they never forgot    013

    ~ANAYA’S POV~My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, pure panic seizing my throat as the three men pinned me against the cold wooden door.Lucien leaned down, his eyes locking onto my lips with a burning intensity that made my head spin. Théo hovered at my left, his blue eyes dark with raw desire, while Raphaël stepped so close his broad chest brushed my shoulder. They were surrounding me with their heat, their scent, and an overwhelming power that made me feel entirely breathless.They're going to kiss me, my mind screamed. All three of them.A sudden wave of terror and electric heat shot straight down my spine. I gasped, my hands trembling violently as I pushed my palms against Lucien's broad chest."Please... don't," I choked out, tears of absolute panic welling in my eyes. "I... I can't. I'm still married. I can't do this!"Lucien froze instantly. Seeing the genuine fear and panic in my eyes, the dark hunger in his expression vanished, replaced by immediate concer

  • The wife they never forgot    012

    ~ANAYA’S POV~Is that Camille? I thought, my chest tightening with sudden terror. Did she stay over? Is she calling Rohan right now?I stared harder, trying to see through the pouring water running down the car glass, but the car turned a sharp corner, and the mansion disappeared behind tall trees.I couldn't be sure. It might have just been a floor lamp. It might have been my own paranoia playing tricks on me in the dark rain. But either way, a cold chill still ran down my spine."Anaya?" Lucien’s soft voice pulled my attention back.He noticed me staring out the back, and his thumb gently stroked the back of my hand, bringing heat back into my frozen skin."Don't look back at that place," Lucien whispered, his gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the rest of the world vanish. "Look at us. You're with us now."Raphaël reached over, gently wiping a drop of rain from my temple with his thumb. "We have a private estate ready outside the city. No one knows where it is

  • The wife they never forgot    011

    ~ANAYA’S POV~"I said…. where do you think you're going?" Rohan snarled.And my heart almost stopped beating.The room was pitch black, saved only by the faint silver light filtering through the sheer window curtains. I stood completely frozen at the bedroom door, my fingers glued to the cold brass handle.Slowly, the heavy duvet rustled on the bed. Rohan shifted, his dark silhouette pushing himself up on one elbow. He blinked his bloodshot eyes in the dark, squinting toward the doorway."Where... where do you think you're going?" Rohan growled, his voice thick and slurred with alcohol.I swallowed hard, forcing my shaking voice to sound natural. Panic clawed at my throat, but I gripped the doorframe to steady myself."My throat is dry," I whispered, keeping my head low. "I'm just going downstairs to get a glass of cold water."Rohan stared at me for three long, agonizing seconds. The silence in the room was so loud I was sure he could hear my heart hammering against my ribs.Then, h

  • The wife they never forgot    010

    Caught in the Act~ANAYA’S POV~I stood near the main hall as the grand study doors opened and the guests began to leave.My heart beat against my chest as Lucien, Théo, and Raphaël walked out into the hall. I quickly smoothed down my champagne saree, stepping forward to play the dutiful wife one last time before they left."Thank you for visiting our home, messieurs," I said politely, bowing my head slightly. "I hope you enjoyed the lunch."Lucien stopped directly in front of me. The way his looked down at my face was filled with such intense, raw emotion that I held my breath, praying Rohan wouldn't notice."The hospitality was unforgettable, Mrs. Kapoor," Lucien said softly, his voice carrying a double meaning that made my skin prickle.Rohan stepped up beside me, puffing his chest out proudly. He placed a possessive arm around my waist, blissfully ignorant of the hatred spreading from the three men."Yes, my Anaya is a wonderful hostess!" Rohan boasted, smiling widely. "She knows

  • The wife they never forgot    009

    A Business Deal~LUCIEN’S POV~I stood by the wide desk in Rohan Kapoor’s private study, forcing my breathing to stay slow and steady.My blood was boiling, and every muscle in my body was locked tight, so stiff that my back felt like iron.I swallowed down the violent, overwhelming urge to reach across the shiny wood, grab Rohan Kapoor by his expensive silk tie, and beat his stupid smug face into a bloody pulp.The dark purple bruises on Anaya’s wrist kept flashing behind my eyes. Five fingers had hurt her. A brutal, violent grip was left on her pale, delicate skin.The same skin we used to cherish and kiss.How dare he? How dare this pathetic, small-minded coward lay a filthy hand on her?I glanced sideways at Raphaël and Théo.Raphaël sat in the leather armchair near the window, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed against his temple.His ice-cold eyes were fixed on Rohan with pure, unadulterated hatred. And to his right, Théo stood leanin

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