LOGINI married a man just hours after being abandoned at the altar. Now I’m staring at a stranger who calls me his wife. Sofie Davis never imagined her perfect wedding would end in ruin, her white dress soaked by rain, her dreams shattered at her feet. Left behind on a day meant to honor her late parents, Sofie is drowning in heartbreak when James Alexander Reed steps forward with an impossible offer: a contract marriage. James, a powerful and emotionally walled-off billionaire, has watched Sofie from afar, drawn to the sincerity and compassion that set her apart from the world he knows. For him, the proposal is a shield against the fortune-seekers orbiting his wealth and a chance to finally get close to the woman he’s never forgotten. For Sofie, it’s a desperate attempt to reclaim her dignity, rewrite the ending, and survive the public humiliation she never asked for. As their fragile arrangement begins to blur, Sofie’s fire and empathy chip away at James’s defenses, revealing a tenderness even he didn’t know he still possessed. But both carry wounds that run deep: grief, betrayal, and the quiet ache of loneliness masked by control. Their journey is messy, tender, and slow-burning. And when love finally demands more than convenience, Sofie and James must decide if what’s growing between them is worth the risk or if it’s safer to walk away before their hearts are fully exposed. Unbound Desires is a story of second chances, healing, and the kind of intimacy that only blossoms when two people dare to be truly seen.
View MoreSOFIEA sharp, primal pressure built inside me."I need to push now!" I cried, panic threading through my voice.The nurse burst through the door, her movements fast but calm. She checked between my legs with practiced efficiency."Okay, you’re fully dilated. It’s time to start pushing. Dr. Thompson is on her way."I could barely nod. My body had already taken over.Two hours blurred into a haze of pain, sweat, and effort. My fingers crushed Alex’s hand as I bore down, my whole being straining against the pain."I can’t," I gasped, tears streaming down my temples, my hair plastered to my face, every muscle shaking."Yes, you can," Alex said firmly, his voice steady, the only anchor in the room. "You’re the strongest person I know. You can do this."Dr. Thompson appeared at the foot of the bed like a calm in the storm."Alright, Sofie, let’s meet your baby," she said gently.I clenched my jaw, gathered every last ounce of strength, and pushed one final time.A blinding wave of sensation
SOFIEAlex and I strolled down the bustling streets of New York City, our breaths curling in the frigid February air. My belly had grown so round, it pulled at my balance a little more each day, so I clutched his arm, not just for warmth, but for steady support.We passed the same shops and cafes we'd wandered by a hundred times, their windows fogged and cozy behind the glass. Snow crunched beneath our boots, the sound oddly soothing, like the city hummed a soft winter lullaby.Conversation flowed between us, easy and full of warmth, weaving from baby names to shared hopes for parenthood.With every step, I felt it: that strange, wonderful blend of peace and anticipation. The city’s constant energy didn’t overwhelm me like it used to. Today, it felt like a protective hum, wrapping around us.Home was close, just a few blocks more, but I didn’t want the walk to end. Not yet.Inside, Alex helped me out of my coat, then crouched to tug off my boots, his hands gentle, his brow furrowed i
ALEXThe next morning, I sat behind my desk, fingers tapping against the glass in a rhythm that did nothing to soothe the pressure coiling in my chest. Stephen stood across from me, hands in his pockets, concern written all over his face.“How’s Claire?” I asked, leaning forward, my voice lower than usual, strained with the worry I hadn’t let myself show the night before.“She’s holding up,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Bruised cheek, sprained hand. She’s strong, but... there’s still fear in her eyes.”I nodded, jaw tight.The air between us thickened, the conversation shifting from personal to business. I adjusted, my tone hardening.“I need the full scope. What are we looking at in terms of charges against Andrew?”Stephen pulled a folded document from the file tucked beneath his arm and laid it on my desk.“Multiple charges: assault, harassment, public endangerment. If he’s convicted on all counts, he’s looking at serious jail time. The fines won’t be small either. Bail’s
CLAIREStephen’s sleek sports car coasted into the parking garage like it belonged there. I glanced up at the towering buildings, glass windows glinting with city light, stars caught in steel.As he parked and cut the engine, I glanced at him with a crooked smile.“Don’t tell me you live in the penthouse.”He laughed, warm and unbothered. “No, just a two-bedroom apartment.”I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.“Good. Penthouses aren’t exactly my scene.”I laughed lightly, trying to shake shaky nerves that crept in the moment we hit the private garage.God, what am I doing here?We stepped out. The hush of wealth settled around us like silk.The elevator arrived with a soft chime. He pressed for the fourteenth floor. The ride up was smooth and silent, just enough time for my anxiety to climb.Then the doors slid open.Marble floors. Tall ceilings. A corridor gleaming under soft lighting, like a hotel ad. He unlocked the door and motioned for me to go in first.The second I
SOFIEMorning light poured through the penthouse windows, golden and warm as it spilled across the living room floor. I curled into the corner of the couch, a steaming cup of herbal tea cradled in my hands. The scent, peppermint and something floral, wrapped around me. My other hand rested over the
STEPHENThe drive felt like years. She hadn’t really spoken since we left the bar, just curled into herself with her eyes fixed on her lap, like she wanted to disappear.She’s trembling. Shit. I scared her.I stared ahead, hands firm on the wheel, but my mind was in chaos. Why did I lose it like th
CLAIREThe click of billiard balls and classic rock echoed through the pub, settling over me like armor.I tossed back another sip of vodka cranberry, just strong enough to numb the ache but sweet enough to trick myself into thinking it was fun.I laughed as the guy I’d been flirting with made a rid
CLAIREOnce everything was settled, Sofie was given the all-clear to be discharged.She refused the wheelchair. Naturally. Stubborn as ever.He helped her gather her things, and they walked out to the lobby where Stephen and I were waiting.The moment I saw her, I rushed forward and pulled her into






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