Se connecterIt’s been a stormy three weeks for Benita Dawson. It all started when Gaby fell ill, then it took the most unexpected turn. The truth behind her marriage of ten years unraveled! Benita Dawson wasn’t loved, she was being used. She had chosen him against her father’s wishes, only to uncover that she was just being used? They were the dream couple in college. For them, the word “college sweethearts” was formed. Was it all a lie? When Benita discovers the truth, she will stop at nothing to bring him down. With his billionaire brother by her side of course. Cilian Dawson is finally out of prison. He has vowed to take down his enemy, the one who put him there. “I’m not just taking back what’s mine— I’m taking everything he’s values. The company. His status. His perfect little wife. One by one, I’ll strip him bare. And you’ll be the first thing he loses.”
Voir plusThe day of the wedding was a study in deliberate contrast. Outside the perimeter of the St. James Mansion gardens, chaos reigned. The highly-publicized "Charity Gala"—the brilliant decoy orchestrated by Kent—had successfully drawn every camera crew, socialite, and corporate climber away from the small, significant event taking place within the mansion's walls. Inside the quiet sanctuary of the garden, a profound peace settled. The air was fragrant with simple white roses, exactly the color of hope, and the soft strains of acoustic music—played by Noah—drifted from beneath the old oak tree. There were no grand decorations, no elaborate seating arrangements, just two elegant chairs for the couple and three small benches for the rest of the family: Sylvester, Lola, Kent, and baby Gill. Benita stood in the master suite, her nerves strangely absent. Her dress was simple, elegant silk, chosen for its comfort, not its volume. She wore no excessive jewelry, letting the sapphire engagement r
The morning after the celebratory reunion, the villa’s grand living room transformed into the most unusual planning session of their collective careers. Instead of balance sheets and market reports, the central focus was a single, blank mood board and a strict mandate: simplicity and absolute secrecy. Cillian and Benita sat at the head of the table, their engagement rings—the sapphire and the diamond—glinting in the morning light. They were flanked by Lola and Sylvester, while Kent set up his high-security satellite link, already looking stressed by the lack of complexity. "We have to approach this like a covert operation," Cillian stated, his demeanor exactly as it would be before a hostile acquisition. "The goal is a beautiful wedding with zero media footprint and zero drama. This, ironically, is the hardest project we've ever taken on." "And it has to feel like us," Benita added, folding her hands neatly. "Not a PR event. We want the antithesis of a society wedding." The challe
The moment Benita whispered, "Absolutely and irrevocably, yes," was the final punctuation mark on years of chaos. As Cillian slid the bespoke, deep-blue sapphire onto her finger, the simple action carried the weight of every past battle and future promise. They stayed kneeling in the warm sand for a long time, the silence broken only by the sound of the ocean and the frantic, happy thumping of their own hearts. When they finally stood, Benita looked at the ring, then back at Cillian, her eyes reflecting the last, fiery light of the tropical sunset. "I can't believe the lengths you went to," Benita whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. "The lie, the seaplane, the chaos and confusion you caused just to give me this peace." Cillian pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. "It was the only way to prove my term of the contract, Benni. Protection. I needed to protect this moment from everything else. I needed to prove that my strategic mind is now entirely dedicated
The sleek, corporate jet was a sanctuary, carrying Cillian and Benita high above the world. The flight had begun with the comforting chaos of Sylvester and Lola performing their roles: exaggerated discussions of mooring fees in Sardinia, loud complaints about the slow progress of the alleged yacht charter. But hours into the flight, the feigned commotion had ceased. Sylvester and Lola had retreated to a separate cabin, and a deep, unnerving quiet settled over the main cabin. Benita was looking at her tablet, but Cillian watched her brow furrow, knowing her keen mind was detecting the deception. "We passed the standard point of no return for Europe hours ago, Cill," Benita stated calmly, without looking up. "We're flying due south, not east. If the yacht in Sardinia had a systems failure, we would have rerouted to an airport in France or Spain. We are currently heading toward the equator. Where are we really going?" Cillian put down his drink, meeting her gaze with a controlled cal
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