Todos los capítulos de Love and deceit : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I had just settled into the comfort of my small apartment when my phone rang. The piercing sound broke through the calm silence like a knife, and I stared at the screen, sighing at the familiar name flashing across it. Charles Sinclair. My father.We hadn’t spoken in weeks, not since our last argument that ended in me storming out of the Sinclair estate. I debated letting the call go to voicemail, but I knew better. Ignoring him never made things easier. If anything, it only prolonged the inevitable.With a resigned sigh, I picked up the phone.“Hello, Dad,” I said, keeping my voice even.“Aurora,” his tone was sharp, as always. Not a greeting, not a trace of warmth. Just my name, spoken like it was a command. “I need you to come to the estate. Now.”I frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s late. Can’t this wait until morning?”“No, it cannot,” he snapped, leaving no room for negotiation. “Be here in thirty minutes. Don’t make me send someone to fetch you.”Before I could r

Daemon's Point of ViewI waited in the private lounge of the Reynolds estate, the weight of my father's demands and Nelson Sinclair’s threats pressing down on me like an iron cage. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, but they couldn’t rival the darkness of the thoughts swirling in my mind.When the door opened, I remained seated, my posture rigid. She entered, her footsteps hesitant but deliberate. Aurora Sinclair.She wasn’t what I expected. I had pictured someone meek, easily molded by her father’s hand. Instead, she walked in with her head held high, her vivid green eyes locking onto mine with startling defiance. The simple white dress she wore contrasted sharply with the fire in her gaze.“Mr. Reynolds,” she greeted, her voice steady, betraying none of the unease I hoped to see.“Miss Sinclair,” I replied coolly, not bothering to mask my disdain. “You’re late.”A faint flicker of irritation crossed her face, but she recovered quickly. “I didn’t realize this meeting

The night air was colder than usual, but it wasn’t the chill that kept me awake. It was the suffocating weight of my own choices. Sitting in my study, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table beside me, I stared at the envelope resting in front of me. It was thick, worn, and filled with evidence—a time bomb disguised as paper.Aurora Sinclair’s father was a bastard, but he was a bastard who knew how to manipulate. He’d played his cards so perfectly that I was cornered with no way out.Bryce Sinclair didn’t approach me with polite business offers or negotiations. No, he came armed with something far deadlier: a file detailing mydarkest secrets, my father’s past, and the fragile empire I had worked tirelessly to build. The file contained things that no one else should ever know. But Sinclair had his hands on it, and now, I had no choice but to play along with his twisted game.He knew about my mother's death, how it was no accident. He knew about my real father, the one I’d never been

Daemon’s POVThe weight of the blackmail had settled in like an iron chain around my throat. Charles Sinclair had me exactly where he wanted, and the worst part was—I had let him.I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I replayed our last conversation."Marry my daughter, Daemon. You have no other choice. Refuse, and your secrets will burn you to the ground."I had built my empire on control, on precision. I didn’t make mistakes. But somehow, I had underestimated Charles, and now, I was trapped in a deal I had no way of breaking—at least, not yet.My jaw clenched as I took a slow sip. The thought of Aurora, fiery and defiant, irritated me more than it should have. She was nothing like the women I usually entertained—she challenged, she resisted. She wasn’t weak, and I hated that it made her harder to manipulate.I had tried to intimidate her during our meeting, but she hadn’t crumbled. Instead, she had looked me in the eye with that unwavering glare,

Aurora’s POVI sat stiffly in my father’s office, my hands clenched in my lap as he droned on about the wedding arrangements. The weight of his words pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. The date had been set. The guest list was finalized. The invitations were ready to be sent out.I was getting married in two weeks.To Daemon Reynolds.Every time I heard his name, I felt a sharp sting of resentment. The man was cold, arrogant, and insufferable. And yet, in the eyes of my father, he was the perfect match.“Aurora, are you even listening?” my father’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I straightened, forcing my expression to remain neutral. “I’m listening.”“Good. Then you understand what’s expected of you.” He leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “This marriage isn’t just about you. It’s about securing our legacy, protecting our business, and ensuring that we remain untouchable.”His words were laced with finality. There was no room for argument, no