LOGINLydia Darnell died after betrayal. She was framed by her family, abandoned by her husband, and discarded like trash. But death wasn’t the end. She wakes up three months before her murder with one chilling resolve. Once bitten, twice shy. This time, she would never take the fall for her sister’s crimes. She would not stoop low to beg for her cold billionaire husband’s attention. Lydia sets out to dismantle the gilded cage they had used to imprison her. And she certainly will never let the so-called “gratitude” be used as a leash. Adrian Blackwell watches in stunned silence until the wife he ignored becomes the woman he can’t live without. Now that he is obsessed with her, he would do anything to win her back. But Lydia’s done playing victim. Her revenge is quiet, lethal, and flawless without an iota of empathy. Along comes Lucas Costello, a kind architect who shows her what real love looks like. And Adrian realizes too late that the woman he had been hell-bent on destroying is the only one who ever truly loved him. He wants her back again, but some second chances, they come too late.
View MoreLUCAS’ POVAn emergency staff meeting, that was the first thing I called for on that quiet Monday morning when I clocked in to the office was with my heart racing with maybe anger or disappointment.Everyone who had clocked to work in instantly filed out before me in the main conference room, looking uncertain while glancing at each other repeatedly as if they were trying to guess what this was all about as I stood at the front and simply waited until the door closed.Then, I stepped forward."We have a security breach," I said to them with no preamble, my eyes darting between each of them whose eyes grew wide at the words and a few people even let out gasps. I cleared my throat before I spoke again. "Someone among us leaked confidential client information and tried to use it to try to sabotage one of our designers. And I need to know who."Silence settled over the room as a few of the people standing in the room shifted on their feets and nobody spoke."I am not accusing anyone yet,"
LYDIAWe left after breakfast and made it to the conference room narrowly in time with about four minutes to spare. That was because Lucas had taken more time to freshen up after the meal.Morgan was already present inside the conference room, standing at the head of the table with a folder in her hands and a look on her face that instantly made my stomach to tighten before she had even said a single word because I knew exactly what that look meant.Trouble. Problem. What kind of quagmire were we all in this time and how bad was it?"The Riverside client is threatening to pull out of the project," she said. "They said they had received an anonymous tip this morning which pitched the claims that the lead designer of the project had plagiarized the lobby concept from a firm in Chicago."The floor felt unsteady underneath my body for a tense moment.What. The. Fuck.Like what the actual fuck?Plagiar
LUCASAfter a short while, Lydia raised her head to look at me, still breathing hard from the orgasm I had given her.“Help me down,” she whispered, her fingers curving around mine. So I held her hand in a furk grip, and helped her to easily slide off the counter. But before I could say anything, she dropped to her knees right there in front of me and when I stared down at her in that position, my heart slammed against my ribs at the stark realization of what she was trying to then. My brain struggled to catch up because I was not expecting any of it."Lydia,” I began, breathless, in a voice that was rough, with need and also desire, “you don't have to do this." She looked up at me with those dark eyes that always pulled me in. "I want to. Let me."She blinked.“Please.”I swallowed hard, my grip on her elbow loosening as a sign of defeat and utter surrender to her own wishes.
LYDIAI was roused from sleep by the soft morning light which was filtering in through the curtains. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then, everything from last night came rushing back to me—Lucas carrying me home, his calm voice telling me over and over again that I was safe. I turned my head to the side and saw that he was asleep, in a chair, by the window, with his head resting against the back, one arm hanging loose. He looked peaceful while he slept with his chest rising and falling slowly under his shirt from last night. I stayed there for a minute, just watching him—the way he slept, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the stubble on his jaw, the quiet strength in his face even while he was asleep. My heart did something funny that it wasn't supposed to in my chest. And I slipped out of bed carefully because I did not want to wake him up. When my feet touched the cool floor, I winced softly before I grabbed his shirt from the chair and carefully pulled it o
LYDIA When I came to, I was gasping desperately for air.I sprang upright in bed, screaming desperately for help, hoping that someone would save me from Taylor.My hands were instantly moving to clutch the exact spot that I had been stabbed mercilessly from muscle memory.I expected to feel pain w
LYDIAMy heart was pounding relentlessly in my chair as I sat with shaky hands.Adrian was pacing the hospital hallway like a federal police man on duty.My parents were standing by the door of the emergency room and whispering in low tones, possibly cursing me out over the incident.No one spared
LYDIAIt was rather whatever she handed down to me and later saw it to be better, she’d reclaim!"I just took back the man you stole from me Lydia. That shouldn't be a problem."She took a step back.I saw red, lunging across the space to wipe the damned smirk from her face."I didn't steal him. It
LYDIAWe had barely made it halfway through dinner when Vanessa stood up.I watched uninterestedly while she began to clink her wine glass with her fork.The annoying smile plastered on her face started to irk me and I looked away.After all, the meal was more interesting than anyone or anything go












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