LOGINDAISYI hit the cold marble floor with a thud, my elbow stinging from the impact. Before I could even push myself up, Mrs. Whitmore bent down quickly, her perfectly manicured hands grabbing my arm to help me."Oh my God, Daisy, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp with surprise.I sat up, brushing my hair out of my face, my heart was racing two times faster now. For a second, I thought about lying .... probably making up some silly excuse about being lost in the huge house. But I was tired of pretending. I decided to come clean."I… I heard voices," I said, getting to my feet with her help. "I was just taking a walk to stretch my legs after writing. Everybody had left earlier, so when I heard someone talking, I got scared. I thought maybe thieves had broken in."Mrs. Whitmore stared at me for a long moment. The hallway felt suddenly too quiet. She released my arm and took a small step back, composing herself."Did you hear anything?" she asked carefully, her eyes searc
DAISYI stretched my arms above my head, groaning softly as my back cracked after hours of typing on my computer.The words had poured out today, but my legs were stiff and my mind desperately needed a break. Camden had left for the office early this morning, and the maids were quietly handling their chores somewhere in this enormous house. I thought a little walk around the mansion would help me stretch and clear my head.I slipped on my fluffy slippers and stepped out of our bedroom, wandering slowly down the long, elegant hallway. The thick carpet swallowed the sound of my footsteps, and sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting golden patches along the walls.The Whitmore mansion never failed to amaze me. Its high ceilings, sparkling chandeliers, and endless corridors made me feel both incredibly lucky and completely out of place, like a guest who had overstayed her welcome in a palace.That's when I heard it.Low voices. A soft murmuring, coming from the east wing priva
DAISYI woke up with my stomach growling like an angry bear at exactly 2:07 a.m. Late night cravings, my old reliable friends. Camden wasn't in bed again. Of course. My workaholic husband was probably buried in his study, conquering the business world while I battled midnight hunger.I slipped out of bed quietly, tiptoeing across the cold marble floor in my fluffy socks and oversized t-shirt. The mansion was dead silent. Perfect. Nobody, especially not Camden, would catch me raiding the kitchen like a criminal.I crept down the hallway, my heart racing with excitement and a tiny bit of guilt. I pushed the kitchen door open slowly, wincing at every tiny creak.The fridge light was already on.I froze.Camden stood there in nothing but black shorts, looking ridiculously hot with messy bed hair, shoving a huge slice of chocolate cake into his mouth. Crumbs were all over his lips.We locked eyes.For three full seconds, neither of us moved.Then we both panicked."I was just getting wate
CAMDENI couldn't take it anymore.Daisy sat there on the sofa, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, her shoulders were shaking like the weight of the world had crashed back on her. Seeing her like this broken again by the same people who were supposed to love her made anger and disgust well up inside my chest.I stood up sharply, my hands clenched into fists for a second before I forced them to relax. I knelt in front of her again and took both her hands in mine, holding them firmly."Daisy, look at me," I said, my voice low but urgent. "Stop. Just… stop for a second."She lifted her red, swollen eyes to mine, her lips were trembling."I'm so tired of watching you let them do this to you," I continued, squeezing her hands. "Every single time something good happens in your life, they show up like vultures. And you… you start shrinking again. You start believing their lies. Why, baby? Why do you keep giving them power over you?"Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks."Because th
DAISY"Camden! Camden, come here right now!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the massive Whitmore mansion.I burst into the living room, with my phone clutched in my hand like it was made of gold, my heart was racing so fast with excitement I thought it might explode.He appeared from the hallway in seconds, still in his white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful billionaire even in casual mode."Daisy? What's wrong? Are you okay?"I jumped up and down, my curves bouncing with the movement, but for once I didn't care."My book! "Hidden Curves" just went viral! It's number one on the platform! I have received millions of orders in the first twenty-four hours. Millions, Camden! People are calling it the most relatable plus-size romance they've ever read!"Camden's face broke into a proud, heart-melting smile. He crossed the room in long strides and pulled me into his arms, lifting me slightly off the ground despite my weight."That's my wife," he murmure
DAISYI stood there in the middle of my tiny apartment, the silence stretching between us like a fragile thread. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Camden had just locked the door and windows, recreating that moment from our first chaotic meeting, but everything felt heavier now.Two weeks of loneliness had built walls around me...walls of self-protection after years of being torn down. I wanted to speak, to demand answers, but the words stuck. All I could do was stare at him, this man who had upended my world twice now.Camden took a slow step forward, his whiskey eyes filled with a raw vulnerability I had never seen in him before. His shoulders weren't squared with that billionaire confidence tonight. They were slightly slumped, like the weight of regret had finally pressed down on him."Daisy," he started quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I'm not perfect. I've never been. My whole life, pride has ruled me. It made me think I was untouchable, Camden
*Elena's POV*“Deal,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“Deal,” Liam replied, his hand was warm and strong around mine as we shook on it. Our eyes locked for a second longer than necessary, and something electric passed between us. I quickly looked away.“Come on,” Liam said, still holding m
*Liam's POV*“You useless boy! Why haven’t you brought a single girl home yet?” Dad screamed from his hospital bed, his voice cracking like he was already halfway gone. “I’m lying here dying, Liam! My only wish is to see my grandchild before I close my eyes, and you’re still playing bartender like
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*Elena's POV*“What the bloody hell?” I screamed, bolting upright in the tangled sheets.Liam jerked awake, his eyes wide and bleary. “Elena? what’s wrong? You’re shaking. Talk to me...”I didn’t answer. Tears were already flooding my red, swollen eyes, spilling hot down my cheeks. I couldn’t speak







