Rose Sinclair’s life takes a devastating turn when she uncovers a connection between her missing sister and billionaire Damien Sterling—a man with secrets as dark as his charm is irresistible. Forced into a fake engagement to uncover the truth, Rose is thrust into a world of power, betrayal, and lies. With enemies closing in and hidden truths threatening to destroy everything, Rose must decide whether Damien is her greatest ally or the architect of her family’s downfall. In a game where loyalty is a weapon and love is a weakness, can Rose survive long enough to uncover the truth?
View MoreCHAPTER 32DAMIEN'S POVI let her do it. I let her take what she wanted. She sank down onto me, inch by inch, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.Fuck.My hands snapped to her waist, fingers digging in as my head fell back against the pillows.“Shit,” I groaned, my grip tightening, trying and failing, to keep some semblance of control as she moved deliberately slow, torturing me with every motion.And then she started riding me in earnest, her moans breathless, her body moving like she was made for this. For me.Just as she thought she was in control, I sat up suddenly, one hand wrapping around her throat, guiding her gaze to mine.Her breath stuttered, her body tensing as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice dark and unwavering.“What’s my name?”She trembled beneath me, chest rising and falling unevenly. I tightened my grip—just enough to remind her, just enough to make her shiver.She swallowed hard, her lips parting, hesitation flickering
CHAPTER 31DAMIEN'S POVMy fingers found the hem of her dress, pushing it up as my hands traced along her thighs. Smooth. Warm. She felt like fire beneath my fingertips, and I wanted to touch every inch of her.She gasped when my hands gripped her waist, and in one swift motion, I flipped her onto her back. She barely had time to catch her breath before I was on her again, capturing her mouth in another heated kiss.Her fingers fumbled at my buttons, her frustration growing as they refused to cooperate.I chuckled, watching her struggle. “Need help?”She glared at me, her lips kiss-swollen, her breathing uneven. “You have too many buttons.”I smirked, then reached up, gripping the fabric at my shoulders—and tore the shirt open with a sharp rip.Her breath hitched. “That… was hot.”Her fingers hesitated for half a second before trailing over my chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle.A deep exhale left my lips. “You’re pushing it, Rose.”She smiled, slow and knowing, then leaned in,
CHAPTER 30DAMIEN'S POVI placed Rose in the passenger seat, shutting the car door with a firm click. Her head lolled to the side, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a lazy smile. “Damien,” she mumbled.I sighed, shaking my head. This woman would be the death of me.Slipping into the driver’s seat, I started the engine, the Lamborghini’s low purr filling the air. I had barely pulled out of the club’s parking lot when she mumbled my name again.“Damien…” she sighed dreamily.I glanced at her. “What?”She giggled. “You’re so hot.”I exhaled, already regretting this night. “Rose.”“And strong.”“Go to sleep.”“You smell so good.”My grip tightened on the steering wheel.Then, with zero warning, she tilted her head toward me and murmured, “And you have a big dick too.”I slammed on the brakes. The car jerks slightly before stopping. I turned my head, slowly, and met her sleepy, drunken gaze.She blinked at me, all innocent. “What?”I inhaled deeply, willing myself to stay calm. “Rose—”“I f
CHAPTER 29ROSE'S POVI was finally going out.Like, a real outing. Not a business dinner. Not some press conference where I had to smile and nod like I actually cared. Not a carefully orchestrated event designed to make Damien Sterling look good.Just me, Karen, and Danny—my friends, my coworkers. The people I used to see all the time before my life got tangled up in this mess. Before I became the perfect, obedient fiancée.I sighed, checking the time. 6:30 AM. Damien was still asleep. Saturdays were his slow mornings—coffee, a late breakfast, no rigid schedule for once. Which meant I had the kitchen to myself.Perfect.I pulled on a pair of shorts and a loose tank top before heading downstairs. The house was quiet, the early sunlight barely filtering through the windows. As I stepped into the kitchen, I reached for a mug—only to freeze.Because suddenly, there it was.A presence. A very warm, solid presence pressing against my back.Oh. Oh, no.My breath caught. My skin went hot. An
CHAPTER 28DAMIEN'S POVA dull, relentless throb pulsed behind my temples, each beat hammering through my skull. A low groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my face, trying to block out the world.My body felt sluggish, the sheets twisted around me like a trap. Every muscle ached, exhaustion clinging to my limbs as if I had been dragged through hell and back.What the hell happened last night? My mind was blank, a foggy void where my memories should have been. With some effort, I pushed myself up, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep. Weak sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting streaks of gold across the room. The house was eerily quiet.I turned my head, eyes settling on the empty space beside me, the sheets slightly rumpled but cold. Had someone been there?Frowning, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, hoping for answers, but all I found was an empty screen and a low battery.Damn it. I had work, and judging by the l
CHAPTER 27ROSE'S POVThe clock on my phone read 11:07 PM, the soft glow of the screen the only light in the darkened room.I dropped it onto the couch with a sigh, dragging my hands down my face.Sleep was impossible. No matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn’t stay quiet.I had tried eating, tried watching TV; some mindless late-night show I barely paid attention to… nothing helped.I exhaled, pushing myself off the couch, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle deeper. Maybe a glass of water would help. Or, maybe pacing the house would finally drain some of the restlessness out of me.My steps faltered as I reached the bottom of the stairs.The dim glow from the bar area flickered softly, casting shifting shadows across the floor. The faint amber hue from the overhead lights glowed against the glass bottles, their reflections stretching like golden ghosts behind the counter.And then I saw him… Damien.He was seated at the bar, one elbow resting on the counter, a tumbler of whiske
CHAPTER 26ROSE'S POVI sat at the dining table, staring at my untouched plate, absently pushing my eggs around with my fork. Damien sat across from me, sipping his coffee, his sharp gaze flickering toward me every few seconds.I knew he was watching me. I could feel it.“Alright,” he finally said, setting his mug down with a soft clink. “What’s wrong with you?”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.“Nothing,” I murmured.Damien didn’t buy it.“That’s a lie,” he said, his voice edged with impatience. “You’ve barely spoken since last night. You look like a ghost, and now you’re sitting here acting like the world is ending. So, I’ll ask again—what’s wrong?”I forced a small, tired smile. “I’m fine.”His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to read me.He let out a long sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. But at least take care of yourself, okay?”I nodded, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah. Sure.”Damien exhaled, clearly frustrated, but he didn’
CHAPTER 25ROSE'S POVThe words hit me like a punch to the stomach. My breath caught, and my world tilted slightly. “What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“She was pregnant,” Seraphina repeated, her smirk widening. “With Damien’s child.”“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That doesn’t make sense. Are you saying Damien was the father?”“It means exactly what I said,” she replied coldly, her tone dripping with condescension. “She was carrying Damien’s child.”My mind spun, every thought colliding with the next. “But—how do you know this?”She leaned back in her chair, inspecting her nails as if the topic were casual. “I have my sources. They haven’t found more details yet, but she was pregnant. And she’s still in this city, Rose. My private detectives are working tirelessly. It’s only a matter of time before she’s found.”The café seemed to close in around me, Seraphina’s voice fading into the background as my thoughts screamed louder than her words. Lily. Pregnant. With Damien
CHAPTER 24ROSE'S POVThe kitchen was unusually quiet as I stepped inside. The only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator. I froze mid-step when I saw the maid standing near the counter, her back partially turned to me. She wasn’t doing anything obvious, but her stiff, almost jittery stance put me on edge.“What are you doing?” I hadn’t meant for it to sound so accusing.The maid jerked back, guilt flashing across her face. She whirled around, clutching a dish towel, her eyes wide and nervous. “Oh! Miss Rose! I—I was just... cleaning,” she stammered, lifting the towel as if it could explain everything.“Cleaning?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes. Something wasn’t right. “What exactly were you cleaning? Because this place looks like it’s already been cleaned.”Her gaze darted around the kitchen like she was searching for an escape route. “I was... wiping the counters. Yes! The counters.” She gestured vaguely toward them, but the countertops were spotless, not a single smear or crumb
CHAPTER 1ROSE'S POV“Oh, Senator Durian’s here too... wealthy motherfuckers,” I muttered under my breath, snapping a picture of him stepping out of his limousine, surrounded by a cluster of sycophants. His suit looked like it cost more than my rent for the year. I tugged at the thin strap of my camera bag and stepped deeper into the shadows by the hedge. “How predictable. A scandalous party with the usual corrupt suspects.”I checked the screen of my camera. Shots of influencers, politicians, and socialites graced the gallery. Not bad, but not good enough. My editor wanted something exclusive, something that would make headlines, and honestly, so did I.“Come on, Rose,” I whispered to myself. “You can do better than this.”Through the side entrance, a waiter pushed a cart laden with champagne flutes. I straightened up. The villa’s back entrance. My chance.My best friend and occasional partner in crime, Amy, had warned me not to take risks. "Stick to photographing guests outside. No ...
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