LOGINNew York’s youngest bestselling author at just 19, India Seethal has taken the literary world by storm. Now 26, with countless awards and a spot among the highest-paid writers on top storytelling platforms, it seems like she has it all. But behind the fame and fierce heroines she pens, lies a woman too shy to chase her own happy ending. She writes steamy, swoon-worthy romances but has never lived one. She crafts perfect, flowing conversations for her characters but stumbles awkwardly through her own. She creates bold women who fight for what they want yet she’s never had the courage to do the same. Until she met him. One wild night. One reckless choice. In the backseat of a stranger’s car, India lets go for the first time in her life. Roman Alkali is danger wrapped in desire. He’s her undoing. The man determined to tear down her walls and awaken the fire she's buried for years. Her mind says stay away. Her body? It craves him. Now, India is caught between the rules she’s always lived by and the temptation of a man who makes her want to rewrite her story. She finds herself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame and fate manages to make them cross paths again. Will she follow her heart or let fear keep writing her life’s script?
View MoreChapter 110India’s POVIt was officially a week since I walked out on Roman in his office.I didn’t know what Kelly was plotting.In hindsight, that should have been my first clue that something was wrong or right.Kelly plotting was different from Kelly spiraling. There was a sharpness to her eyes again, a focus that had nothing to do with survival and everything to do with intention. She moved through my apartment with purpose, phone constantly buzzing, scribbling notes, whispering to herself like she was directing an invisible orchestra.“You’re smiling,” I told her one afternoon, watching her pace the living room.She stopped mid-step. “Am I?”“Yes,” I said flatly. “Which is suspicious.”She smiled wider. “Maybe I’m just happy.”“Kelly.”She waved me off. “Don’t interrogate a pregnant woman. It’s bad karma.”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re scheming.”“I’m organizing,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.”I should have pushed harder.But life had been calmer. Quiet in a way that fe
Chapter 109India’s POVThe first thing I noticed wasn’t dramatic.It wasn’t vomiting or tears or some movie-perfect moment of realization.It was the way Kelly flinched when she took off her bra.We were getting ready for bed, if you could call collapsing onto opposite sides of my apartment “getting ready.” The living room light was dim, the city outside reduced to a low hum, and Kelly stood near the bathroom door, wincing as she unclasped.“Everything okay?” I asked, absently scrolling through my phone.She nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just sore.”I looked up.“Sore how?”She shrugged, avoiding my eyes. “Just… sensitive. Probably stress.”Stress.The universal excuse for everything that didn’t want to be examined too closely.I didn’t push. Not then.But my brain filed it away.The second thing was the nausea.Kelly had always been iron-stomached. She was the woman who could down espresso on an empty stomach and still argue coherently about tax policy. The woman who once ate street
Chapter 108Roman’s POVRussia greeted me with steel skies and colder silences.I came here to do business.After surviving, I had to get my head back into the game.Moscow always did that, welcoming you like a challenge instead of a city. Grey stretched endlessly above the skyline, concrete and glass rising with unapologetic authority. Power lived here. Not the loud, flashy kind, but the kind that sat quietly in rooms and decided who survived the next decade.I should’ve felt grounded.Instead, everything felt… hollow.The car rolled through the gates of Kristov Volkov’s compound just outside the city, tires crunching over gravel, armed guards nodding us through with familiar precision. This was old ground for me. Familiar territory. Deals made here reshaped markets, rerouted billions, and buried ghosts.Normally, I thrived on it.Today, my mind kept drifting, unwanted, persistent.India’s eyes.The way they’d gone cold instead of loud.The way she’d flinched when I said I loved he
Chapter 107India’s POVI don’t remember how I left Roman’s building.I remember the elevator doors closing.I remember the mirror, my face pale, eyes too bright, lips pressed together like they were the only thing holding me upright.I remember breathing like it was something I had to relearn.In.Out.Don’t fall apart here.By the time the car pulled away from the curb, the city blurred into color and motion, and my chest finally caved in on itself.I pressed my forehead to the cool glass and let the tears come, silent, furious, relentless. The kind that didn’t ask permission. The kind that felt like grief tearing its way out through my ribs.I hadn’t screamed.I hadn’t thrown anything.I hadn’t even said the things burning my tongue.I’d just… left.And somehow that felt worse.The office lights were already on when I arrived, the familiar hum of productivity buzzing around me like a cruel joke. My world had just imploded, and everyone else was still replying to emails, still arg
Chapter 86 India's POV The bathroom felt smaller than ever, the air charged with something raw and untamed as Roman’s lips returned the kiss with equal fervor. I hadn't expected that. My pulse thundered in my ears, every nerve in my body igniting under the heat of his touch. His hands gripped
Chapter 88 India's POV The sunlight was merciless. Not the soft, polite morning sunlight that tiptoes in through blinds, it was bold, brazen, spilling into the room like it owned the place. My eyes cracked open, squinting against its judgme
Chapter 82 India's POV The door slammed behind me, reverberating like a gunshot in my chest.I ran.Though I knew I couldn't outrun what just happened in the control room.Not in a measured, controlled way, not like a graceful escape from s
Chapter 90 Roman's POV The sun was already beginning its slow descent by the time I reached the lower deck, the soft golden light stretching across the polished teak like a sheen of honey. The air smelled like salt, heat, and the promis






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