MasukFor five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife—the woman who gave Shawn a kidney to save his life and received nothing but cold indifference and his family's contempt in return. Behind her dutiful-housewife mask hid the world's most feared cybersecurity genius and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed anyway. For love. For the family she still hoped they'd become. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. Shawn shoves his pregnant wife into the water to save his drowning mistress. Elara wakes in a hospital bed with an empty womb and nothing left to lose. When Shawn comes to discard her for the woman he chose, what he finds instead are five of the most powerful men alive, standing where his weeping wife used to be—Elara's brothers. The peasant is dead. The predator just woke up. Now Shawn's empire is bleeding out under a cyberattack no one can trace, and the man who threw her away can't stop chasing the woman he created. But Elara has already chosen a man who never made her prove she was worth keeping.
Lihat lebih banyakSHAWN"Get out!" I dismissed the maid with a harsh wave of my hand, ignoring her frightened scramble out of the room.Then I bolted back up the stairs into the suite, my pacing frantic and erratic as I grabbed my phone again. What the fuck was Miranda up to now?! How dare she preach to me about respecting boundaries and avoiding trouble, when she was actively going out of her way to court absolute catastrophe?!Somehow, deep in my gut, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sitting across from Elara at this very second. But why?! What sick, twisted leverage was she trying to play?!"FUCK!" I screamed in pure frustration, slamming my fist against the doorframe.I zoomed in on the photo Miranda had posted, clicking on the subtle, automated geotag embedded in the corner of the image. The application immediately resolved the coordinates, pulling up the name of an elite, top-tier establishment in the heart of the city: L'Étoile Prime.I cussed violently under my breath, turning on
SHAWNI turned off the water, wrapped a plush white towel around my waist, and walked into the walk-in closet to select a casual outfit. My mother had, thank heavens, conveyed my clothes from the family house to the Senator's estate.My grandfather though… unfortunately, hadn't spoken a single word to me since my arrest. Not a call. Not a visit. Not even a text message. Even a cold one would have been better than nothing.I let out a heavy, bitter sigh, ignoring the stinging flash of pain that pierced my heart. The old man had finally given up on me. He must have, undoubtedly, heard the widespread rumors that I had orchestrated the fake truck accident, and he had believed every word of it.Yet was it right that he would discard me completely?I was his own blood for fuck sake. Even if I killed someone, he should help me bury the person, not push me away! What manner of grandfather was he? Tch!My face still set in a scowl, I finished dressing in a simple charcoal crewneck sweater and
SHAWNI was running.The night was a suffocating, impenetrable wall of blackness, and I was running like my very existence depended on it. My chest burned with every frantic, ragged breath I sucked in, the frigid air scraping against my lungs like broken glass. I couldn't see my own hands in front of my face, couldn't see the ground beneath my feet, but I could feel them. Shadows. Entities. Monstrous, unseen things were right behind me, their cold breathing echoing directly against the nape of my neck.I whipped my head back in absolute terror, trying desperately to glimpse whatever was hunting me—and because I looked back, I never saw the edge.My feet suddenly hit empty air.A breathless gasp escaped my throat as my balance vanished completely. I plunged downward into a pitch-black abyss, the force of the fall dragging me into its terrifying depths like a physical hand. Gravity ripped the air straight from my lungs as I screamed, a long shriek of pure horror that echoed into nothin
KILLIAN"Miss Elara arrived at the venue approximately seven minutes ago," Vance reported smoothly, the faint hum of street traffic audible somewhere behind his voice. "She entered the main dining area under guard with Ben and Marcus. She's currently seated at a secluded window table near the rear section.""And Miranda?""Already at the table when Miss Elara walked in," Vance said, his tone carefully professional. "My team has two positions secured—one inside near the service bar with a clean line of sight to the table, one in a civilian vehicle parked across the street covering the main exit. Everything's reading calm from where I'm standing. No physical threats. No unexpected arrivals.""Keep your eyes on that table, Vance." My voice dropped into something sterner, colder, the register I reserved for instructions that mattered more than anything else on my calendar today. "Miranda is desperate, and desperate people do stupid, ugly things when they think they've got nothing left to
ELARAWhat is this fool doing? I cried fearfully in my mind as Shawn’s fingers clamped down like iron vices around my forearms, dragging my body flush against his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Shawn! Let go of me!” I commanded out loud, my survival instinct kicked in. I began shoving my hand
ELARADamn this foolish man! Damn his stupid contract! And damn his penchant to be all-knowing!So, I’ve been so ruined by Shawn that I can’t see a good thing if it stands right in my face? Tsk. How dare he? And what exactly is the "good thing"? Him? Please! The only thing good about Killian wa
SHAWN“Hey! Let me have two more!” I screamed at the bartender, holding up my empty glass before slamming it down to join the others—seven, maybe nine cups already cluttering the wood in front of me. My vision was beginning to smear into a blur of neon and shadow, my voice thick and slurry, aggres
ELARA“And I’m not joking, Elara…” “Kneeling won’t change a thing, Shawn. Get up.” I mused, feigning pity.Shawn shook his head and stayed on his knees, making his mother gasp in a mixture of shock and utter disbelief. Maxwell, however, remained mute, actually looking spaced out, as if he weren't
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