Elena Matthews appeared to have it all with her wealthy tycoon husband, Richard McDowell. However, her seemingly perfect relationship crumbled when she caught him red-handed with his step-sister in a hotel. Just when she thought life couldn't be worse, her brother and his wife died in a tragic car accident. Now, suddenly, Elena is tasked with being the legal guardian of her late brother's six-year-old son, and also set to inherit his business until her nephew is old enough to take over the billion-dollar enterprise. A year and a half later, rich and successful, when Elena returns to New York, her ex-husband can't stop begging her to take him back. And that's not all. The mysterious and domineering president of McDowell Industries, and the uncle of her scumbag Ex, wants to pursue her too. Strange, isn't it? But with a heart scarred by love's betrayal, will she risk it all for a man from the same family that shattered her world? Or will she fully embrace her boss lady status at Matthews Empire and shut love out for good? And what about those secrets she's been keeping—the ones that could blow everything up? And let's not forget about the revenge she's itching to dish out. Will she manage to have it all without getting burned? Or is this whole thing going to crash and burn before anything good even gets a chance to start? ——-S N I P P E T ——- “I tried to warn you, princess, but you always seemed to have your head in the clouds. But it's not too late, is it? Be my woman, and I promise to make you my queen," he whispered. To which Elena replied. "I have learned my lesson, Mister. Such lies can't move me anymore."
View MoreHey there, fabulous readers!Exciting news – I'm penning my inaugural "Author's Note" for this book. Why now? Well, because I just stumbled upon this sneaky little button in the corner, inviting me to add more notes. I swear, I've been as blind as a bat!But can you really blame me? I'm more like a copy-paste person.But enough about my technological misadventures, let's talk about you guys.Firstly, I owe you a big, bold APOLOGY (yes, all caps!) for my lack of replies to your comments. Blame it on my trashy phone and its trashier touch. Typing on that thing is like wrestling an octopus. But fear not, I do catch glimpses of your lovely comments whenever I can, and they make me grin like a Cheshire cat.Thank you, thank you, thank you for diving into my work with such gusto. Your presence here means the world to me. I've got mad respect for each and every one of you.Secondly, I would like to mention that, yes, I know I have messed up a few details in the book. For example, the color o
Josh stood among the tombstones and stared at his wife’s name engraved on a white, shiny plaque.Shelly Matthews.The dates of her birth and death were printed below her name.Such a short life she had lived. She was only 27 when…He swallowed, unable to finish the thought and looked away, as if to distract himself, as if to collect himself, as if to force the weakness out of his system and do what he was there to do.When he felt his eyes wouldn’t betray him and he wouldn’t choke on the sorrow tightening around his chest, he shifted his gaze back to her, making a point to take a deep breath.He opened his mouth to say something, but only air came out.Why? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he had nothing important to say. Or maybe words would never be enough to tell her what he really wanted her to know.But what difference would it make even if he poured his heart out?Nothing. Nothing at all.For a moment, he imagined himself lying next to her, holding her hands, and tracing the lines of her p
Elena could have sworn she saw red.How ruthless could this man be? And even at the innocent age of ten? And what the hell was wrong with his father? How could he take a child for a hunt? How careless could he be?There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to let out, but before she could get another word out, Simon rendered her speechless by shoving the door wide open and making her stumble backwards a little.Her eyes widened when she realized what the hell he had done.“You—” but she couldn’t even call him out on his stupid, smug face when he pressed her against the cold-tiled wall and locked her hands over her head.“You lied,” she finally gritted out, hating him for making a fool out of her. She was stupid to think he was telling her the truth, stupid to believe literally anything that came out of his mouth. Why couldn’t she just imprint in her brain that Simon Walsh couldn’t be trusted? That this man—this terribly handsome man with eyes so beautiful he could easily
Elena woke up with something heavy on her waist.She tried to shift, to turn, to glance over her shoulder, but Simon was so tightly wrapped around her back, she couldn’t move.She sighed. This was exactly what she was afraid of: that she would agree to move into his room, and he would leave no chance to make her life miserable.And why the hell was he suddenly so heavy? Did he sleep with weights in his pockets?God, she knew she was making no sense. But what more could she do?“Simon!” She tried to push him with her elbow, hoping he would get the memo and give her some space.But no. Of course not. Instead of moving away, he snuggled even closer, so much so that he was almost on the edge of cutting off her oxygen supply.“Simon!” She grunted again. “God, wake the hell up. I can’t breathe.”“Don’t you think it’s too early to be dramatic?” he rasped from behind, the words almost a rough whisper against her nape. So hot, so steamy, she almost felt a shiver run up her spine. Not just that
Betty Adams sat in the waiting room on the hospital’s top floor, juggling business calls as best she could while her boss remained elusive.But that wasn’t her only concern at the moment.Ever since the big boss—Mr. Josh Matthews—had shown signs of consciousness, doctors had been parading in and out of his room as if carrying secrets in their pockets. They wouldn’t talk to anyone but the butler, avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.Betty hadn’t realized just how much power the family’s butler held until this very moment. None of the doctors or nurses entered or left Mr. Matthews’ room without first consulting with the butler.But that wasn’t all. There were guards outside the hospital, around the hospital, and inside the hospital—even in the elevators—keeping an eye on everything that moved or occupied space. There was so much security in the entire building that Betty wondered if she would ever be able to go home without raising suspicion.Not that she had anything to h
After tucking Caleb into bed, Elena stepped out of his room and closed the door gently behind her. However, she paused, frowning when she tried to open her own room’s door and couldn’t.Strange, she remembered not locking it from the outside. In fact, she never locked it from the outside, considering she never really had the keys.What the hell was going on? Was the door stuck?She groaned. It was already past dinner, and after spending the entire evening at the beach, chasing Caleb and trying to ignore Simon and his advances, she was tired as hell. She just wanted to drop onto the bed and sleep for at least a century.But no. Luck wouldn’t have it that way, would it?She scrunched up her face in annoyance and went downstairs to find the caretaker—the only person who might know what to do with the door that refused to let her in. She found Sato, the old lady, in the kitchen as usual, wrapping up everything before heading to her quarters. When Sato noticed Elena, she turned her full at
“Auntie Elena, I’m all wet,” Caleb yelled from the shore as she watched him retreat from the approaching wave, narrowly avoiding another drenching.She shook her head. God, this boy! She thought to herself.“I told you not to go too far,” she said as she kicked off her shoes and jogged over to where he stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the dry part of the beach.“But I wanted to see the wave up close,” he whined, as if it made all the difference in the world. “Auntie Elena, do you think our home is on the other side of the ocean? Can we reach it by boat?” Suddenly filled with excitement, she watched his eyes widen and he jumped. “No, wait. Can we build a boat? That would be so, so cool, Auntie Elena, wouldn’t it? Can we build one? Please, please, please?”Elena didn’t know what to say.Could they build a boat? No. Did she want him to build a boat? Not at all.“Maybe some other time, sweetie,” she said lovingly, hoping to buy some time and distract him enough before he mo
By the time Simon was done with her, it was already way past lunch. Elena sat up when she realized the time, huffing and panting, trying to catch her breath after he tired her out with his insatiable hardness that refused to go soft, no matter how much he filled her to the brim.Fuck. She had never seen him like this before, like he had no control over himself, like he never wanted to stop. But eventually, he did, and she could finally think of something other than how he would take her next, what else she could do to satisfy the beast inside him.With her throat dry, she started grabbing her clothes that had been strewn all over the floor. However, she had barely pulled up and buttoned her jeans when she felt Simon behind her once again, hugging her back and dropping kisses on her shoulder.“Why don’t you move into my room?” he asked, as if it were the most innocent thing he had in mind, as if he weren’t indirectly trying to make things easier for himself.Elena rolled her eyes but di
Confused, she turned around and watched him walk over to the small mini bar he had in the corner of the room and poured a hefty glass of water.“Here,” he pushed the glass across the counter, as if inviting her to join him.Should she? Was it safe?She shook her head. Of course, it was safe. It was merely a glass of water, and he had poured it right in front of her eyes. Not to forget her throat did feel dry like a fucking desert.She took the water and gulped it down, wary of his presence still.To know that he was close did something to her skin. It prickled.“I should go now,” she started to leave when he reached for her wrist and held tight.“You were looking for me, weren’t you?”Strange, but he wasn’t wrong. She was looking for him. She had something to discuss.For the life of her, however, she couldn’t remember shit. Perhaps she was still a little shocked by the possibility of a fatal fall. She needed to moment, clearly, to be back herself again.“No?” she lied, but who cared?
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.