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he chuckled, “and I almost forgot the truth that this marriage was just an arrangement.” I didn't move, couldn't even blink, my heart emptied completely, yet no tears came, just this strange hollow quiet. For five years, I had loved this man like he was my entire world. I sacrificed everything, my designs, the sketches I used to stay up all night working on, the racetrack, the feeling of speed, of freedom, of being alive and now, I couldn’t even remember who I was before him.

when I was pounding on her door, and she opened it in silk pajamas, eyes widening at whatever she saw in my face. “Sera? What—” “He’s planning to sacrifice himself.” The words tumbled out in a rush. “Lucien. He’s been researching how to transfer the contract to himself, and he’s planning to offer himself to the Entity in my place, and I can’t… I can’t let him do that, Vivienne. I can’t. And I’m pregnant. He didn’t know. I was going to tell him tonight, but now…” She pulled me inside, and I collapsed on her couch, the whole story spilling out. This time I didn’t edit. I couldn’t. Not anymore.

And in front of them all, on the warm stone tiles, the fifth woman knelt, her hands resting in her lap, her whole body bent under the weight of the moment. My breath caught. The woman standing in front, the one with the proud chin and the cold stillness of someone who had never once been made to kneel in her life, was Tasha. Sparrow's wife. His fake wife, bound to him by a contract meant to keep her safe, and standing over the scene like a queen over a servant. And the woman on her knees, the one whose shoulders curved like she was trying to disappear, lifted her chin just enough for the light to catch her face, and my heart stopped.

Just before our wedding, she looked at me with the utmost seriousness and said, "Skylar, there's no room for cheating in our marriage." Back then, I swore wholeheartedly that I would cheat. Ironically, I kept my word, but she didn't. The moment James reappeared, I noticed Linda drifting away. Catching me talking to Cindy was nothing more than her scheme—something she had planned a while back to corner me and force me to leave the marriage. … After Lily was transferred to Costa Hospital, her kidney transplant was quickly scheduled. The surgery was a complete success. As I watched her recover day by day in the sterile ward, my whole world felt brighter.

was filled with damning headlines: "Is the Rossi Wife Cheating?" "Is This the End of Their Dynasty and Their Marriage?" "How Will the Stocks Survive?" "Secrets and Lies: The Dark Side of the Rossi Family" "Exclusive: Rachel Rossi's Hidden Past Revealed" "Can Nathan Rossi Forgive His Wife's Betrayal?" "Inside Sources Say Divorce Is Imminent" "Rossi Family Empire at Risk?" "Rachel Rossi: The Scandal That Could Topple a Dynasty" "Unfaithful and Untrustworthy: The Real Rachel Rossi?" Rachel's hands shook as she clutched the phone, her tears mixing with the rain. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The rain continued to pour, mingling with her tears, and she felt utterly lost and

Jared's never broken a promise to Alice. [Total legend. Lucia stole Alice's spot as the Lynch heiress, so Jared faked the whole marriage. His parents forced it, but it was all part of his plan.] [Yeah, marry Lucia, wait it out, then dump her. Make her look used and tossed.] [Now that Dawson Corp's yours, time to cut her loose?] The chat paused. Then Jared's reply, sent right before he hit the shower: [Soon.] Just one word. Lucia went ghost white.

The headline screamed at her in bold black letters: Zervas Heiress Caught in Scandal: Sofia Zervas Allegedly Seduced Engaged Businessman William Smith, Leading to Broken Engagement Her stomach twisted as she scrolled. The article was a blend of insinuation and venomous lies—half-truths spun into a story of betrayal and deceit.

I straightened where I sat on the bed, trying to gather whatever strength I had left. “Ryan,” I began carefully, “I’m your wife. We’ve been married for ten years. You can’t seriously do this to me. You can’t keep me locked up like this. I’m going to go crazy if you do.” He just stared at me, his expression unreadable, his silence heavy. “So you want me to let you out?” he finally asked. “You want to get out?” “Yes. Please,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I promise.... I’ll do whatever you want.”

He said she was the perfect wife and that he would give her anything she wanted as long as she was happy. So she'd lived like a queen. To her, life was making up for the things it had taken when she was young. How then, had she gone from that to being a paralyzed vegetable? What was everyone going to say about her? God, why had she trusted that little witch Lisandra? She was the one who'd convinced her that Max's wife was only after their money. Now that she wasn't blinded by the bullshit Lisandra told her, she could see how things were really. Max only gave his wife her own credit card so she wouldn't go asking for money from anyone. Hadn't Edgar given her a credit card too when they got ma

••Athara•• The cacophony of the broken glass reigned inside his office. I wanted to escape but I couldn't do so. I am locked with this evil. I am locked with my evil husband. "Let me go," I pleaded. "No, Athara! I won't let you go now. Do you think that I will be easy on you!? I will not! You are not just my wife but my slave, bitch!" my husband, Mister Theron Duffins shouted.