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STACY'S POVThe warm, sweet smell of butter and sugar wrapped around me like a familiar blanket. My pastry shop—my real shop, the one I built from nothing—was bustling. The morning rush had eased, but the afternoon crowd was trickling in for coffee and macarons. I moved behind the glass display case, my fingers brushing a tray of freshly made croissants. The flaky layers were perfect. This, I thought, sliding the tray into place, this is mine. Not some inherited company. This is where I started.The shop was bigger now, sprawling. More employees in crisp aprons moved behind the counter, taking orders, running the espresso machine. The soft hum of conversation and the clink of china was a symphony I’d missed. I hadn’t been here in days, pulled into Michael’s world of boardrooms and hidden threats. But this place… it grounded me. It was real. And, yeah, it brought in more steady cash than some of his riskier ventures. That fact gave me a quiet, private satisfaction.I was helping Anna,

STACY'S POVThe silence in our kitchen was thick, heavy. Michael held my phone—my old, cheap one—in his palm. His own sleek, dark device sat on the counter next to my hand. The switch felt… wrong. It was smart, yes. His phone was a fortress, wired to people who could trace a call in seconds. But my stomach was a knot of cold dread.“He’ll get angry,” I said, my voice too quiet. “If he calls and hears you… it’ll be a man’s voice. He’ll think I’ve given the phone to you. He’ll be provoked. He might… do something faster. Something we can’t predict.”Michael didn’t look worried. He looked… focused. Like a surgeon assessing a problem. “He’s already provoked,” he said, simple. “He’s calling you, threatening you, threatening me. This isn’t about calming him down. It’s about finding him. And I have everything under control.” He reached over, his fingers brushing my wrist. “You don’ have to worry about me. Worry about getting Millie safe. That’s your job right now. My job is him.”The touch wa

MIACHEL'S POVKind. I almost laughed. There was no ‘kind’ in the world we moved in. Only transactions. “I’m not jealous,” I lied smoothly. “I’m cautious. And my caution is telling me he’s not being honest with you. About a lot of things.”“Like what?” The challenge was back in her voice. Defensive. She trusted him. It was a knife-twist.“Like the child he’s always mentioning,” I said, releasing her and walking back to my desk, pretending to organize papers. A casual throw. “The one he says is his. He’s been using that story to seem more stable, more trustworthy. A family man.”“What about it?” Her voice was tight.I turned, meeting her gaze. “It’s his niece. Her parents are diplomats, stationed abroad for a two-year term. He’s the temporary guardian. He’s not a father. He’s playing a part.”Her face went blank with shock. “How do you know that?”“I had him looked into,” I said, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “The moment he started getting close to you. Yo

I turned and walked towards the warehouse entrance, my steps heavier now. Not alone. The thought gave me a strange strength.The inside of the warehouse was vast, dim, lit by a few hanging bulbs. Dust and old oil smells filled the air. And there, in the center, stood Matt.He looked… unchanged. The same arrogant posture, the same sharp, hateful eyes. Next to him were Helen and George, dressed in expensive clothes that looked wrong in this grime. And David, standing slightly apart, his face tense.My footsteps echoed on the concrete. They all turned to look at me.Matt smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile. “Stacy. You finally came home.”I stopped a few yards away. “This isn’t my home.”Helen sniffed, her elegant face pinched with disdain. “You look terrible. Still dressing like a common shop girl.”George just stared, his burly frame imposing, his eyes cold.I ignored them, focusing on Matt. “You wanted to talk. So talk.”Matt spread his hands. “I want you back. Simple. You sign the pape

Dear Reader,If you have come this far, you already hold a piece of my heart in your hands. Writing this book was never simply about putting words on a page — it was about searching for something true, something that might find you at the right moment, in the right light.I want you to know: this story is not finished. What you have just read is the first breath of something much larger. The questions left unanswered, the doors left half-open — they are not accidents. They are invitations. The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long.My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised.BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong.I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.I