Audrey Taylor’s life fell apart when her husband left her for someone else, leaving her to pick up the pieces. But just as she’s about to give up on her dreams, she discovers there’s a chance to fix her injured leg and dance again. The only problem? The doctor who can help now works for a billionaire, Michell Garcia, and getting to him is nearly impossible. When a twist of fate brings her face-to-face with Michell, she’s offered a deal that could change everything. Now, Audrey has to decide—how far is she willing to go to get her life back?
View MoreAUDREY POV.I took a deep breath, willing my nerves to settle. Fear threatened to consume me, but I shoved it down. One step forward. Then another. The moment my foot touched the stage, a familiar calm settled over me.The first few notes of my music filled the room, soft yet commanding.Then I moved.My body reacted before my mind could catch up, muscle memory taking over. Years of training, of pain, of sacrifice—it all came pouring out through my movements.A delicate bourree carried me across the stage, my steps whisper-light but precise. Then came the arabesque, my leg extending high, my arms reaching as if grasping for something unseen.The music swelled, and I let myself fall into it.I turned—once, twice, three times—the pirouettes controlled, fluid, a perfect balance between strength and grace.“Breathe through the movement, Audrey. Control.”Elena’s voice rang in my mind, guiding me.A leap.A series of jetes, each one soaring, defying gravity.The room was silent. They were
AUDREY POV.I froze. Of all the faces I expected to see today, hers was the last one. Gina. She was dancing—no, gliding—across the floor with an effortless grace that made my breath hitch. Every move was precise, every transition seamless, as if her body was made for this. The way she extended her limbs, the fluidity of her turns… it was mesmerizing. And I hated that. I hated that I was watching her. That, for the first time, I understood why Harold had once called her the best dancer he had ever seen. Back then, I had scoffed at his words, assuming it was just infatuation talking. But as I stood there, watching her perform with such ease, I realized he wasn’t completely wrong. Gina was good. No—she was really good. A knot twisted in my stomach. I had never seen her as a real competitor before. I had always viewed her as the woman who had taken my husband, the woman who had caused me so much pain. But now, here she was—not just a reminder of my past but a direct r
AUDREY POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains as I fastened my earrings, my fingers slightly trembling. Today was the day. The competition that would determine everything—whether I was truly back, whether I still belonged on that stage. Amelia peeked through the doorway, her small hands gripping the frame as she beamed at me. “You’re gonna be amazing,” she declared, her voice full of certainty. I let out a shaky breath, adjusting the fabric of my competition outfit. “I hope so.” She huffed, stepping into the room with a dramatic shake of her head. “Not hope, Audrey. You will.” She placed her tiny hands on her hips, her expression so serious it was almost comical. “You’ve been practicing forever. No one can do what you do.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “Well, when you put it that way…” “I do put it that way,” she said proudly, then tilted her head, her eyes shining with admiration. “You look so pretty.” I glanced at the mirror. My sleek competition outfit
AUDREY POVThe night air was cool against my skin, the sound of gentle waves filling the silence between us. Michell was watching me—I could feel it. But for once, I didn’t try to read into it. I didn’t try to analyze what this meant or where we stood. For now, I just wanted to be here. Ease the tension and nervousness about dancing on the stage after all these years.The past few days had been exhausting, emotionally and physically. Between the competition, Michell, and everything else weighing on me, my mind had been a battlefield. But as I sat there, staring out at the water, I allowed myself a moment of peace. I needed to focus on one thing—dancing. Life had given me a second chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it. After a while, Michell glanced at his watch and sighed. “We should head back. You have a big day coming up.”I nodded, pulling my jacket tighter around me. As much as I wanted to stay in this little pocket of serenity, reality was waiting. The drive back was
MICHELL POVI was fuming. Every muscle in my body tensed as I stalked into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My hands curled into fists as I replayed every word Audrey had thrown at me. Was she making me jealous on purpose? Had Victor really poisoned her against me?I had no doubt. Victor. It had to be him. That bastard had been circling like a vulture, waiting for a crack, waiting for the perfect moment to sink his claws in. And somehow, he’d managed to plant enough doubt in Audrey’s mind that she was pulling away from me—choosing him over me. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. Ethan. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair before picking up. “Ethan.”“Michell, what the hell is going on? You sound like you’re about to kill someone.”His voice was calm but laced with concern. “I was about to call you,” I muttered, pacing the length of my room. “It’s Audrey. Something’s off. She’s been distant. I know Victor has a hand in it. He
AUDREY POVVictor always had a way of making words stick. They weren’t accusations, not really—just observations, and stories. “You know, men like big fishes in the world, they take what they want, but they never give their heart in return.”“A woman should know her worth. If a man values you, he won’t keep you hidden.”“Sometimes, we mistake desire for something deeper. And by the time we realize, it’s too late.”Each time he spoke, his voice was smooth, never pressing, never too direct. Yet, his words gnawed at me, planting tiny seeds of doubt that took root faster than I could shake them. At first, I dismissed it. But then, I started noticing things. Michell still hadn’t introduced me to his father or anyone—not even as a friend. Whenever we were together, it was behind closed doors, in stolen moments. When he touched me, I felt wanted… but was I cherished? Was I just someone convenient? As the week went by, I buried myself in my dancing, focusing on every movement, every
MICHELL POVI didn’t bother knocking. The moment I reached Victor’s room, I slammed the door open so hard it banged against the wall. He barely had time to react before I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him to his feet. “What the—?” His words were cut off as I dragged him out, my grip like iron, my blood boiling. We moved through the dimly lit hallways, down the staircase, past the silent rooms where everyone slept peacefully—everyone except me. Victor barely struggled, though I could feel the tension in his body. He knew exactly why I was doing this. We reached the garden. The cold night air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it. Without hesitation, I turned and slammed my fist straight into his face. A sickening crack echoed in the garden. Victor staggered back, spitting blood onto the grass. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a breathless, humorless laugh. “Fuck, Michell.” He tilted his head, smirking despite the split lip. “Is that the best y
MICHELL POVThe next morning, I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring blankly at the floor. I had barely slept. Audrey’s question from last night still echoed in my head. Would you ever introduce me to your father as your girlfriend?I hadn’t given her a straight answer. I couldn’t. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to—I did. But it wasn’t that simple. My father… he would see it as an insult. Not just because Audrey was Amelia’s nanny, but because she was a divorcee. To him, that meant she had already been claimed by another man, already been used. He wouldn’t care about the circumstances, wouldn’t care about the kind of woman she was. In his eyes, she wouldn’t be worthy of anything more than a temporary distraction. He had drilled that mindset into us since we were young. Take any woman you want, enjoy them, but never give them your heart. Love makes you weak. Attachment makes you vulnerable.I used to think my father was invincible—until my brother p
AUDREY POVThe sun had barely risen, but I was already moving. My feet skimmed the floor, my body slicing through the air in perfect rhythm. Every stretch, every turn, every leap burned away the restless thoughts circling my mind. I needed this. The competition was approaching fast, and despite securing my spot, an anxious knot sat heavy in my chest. This wasn’t just about winning. It was about proving something—to myself. That I could still be her. The girl who once danced without fear, without hesitation. The girl who had a future before it was ripped away. I pushed harder, sweat beading at my temples, muscles straining with the force of my movements. I refused to let exhaustion slow me. My breathing grew ragged, but I didn’t stop—until a shadow appeared at the edge of my vision. Victor. I exhaled sharply, slowing to a stop as he approached, his usual smooth confidence in every step. In his hand was a cold bottle of water. “You should drink.”I hesitated for a second
Audrey Taylor’s pov. Every night, I prayed for his return, but I never imagined he wouldn't recognize me and that he would bring another woman back. I had just managed to lay my tired body from working late at the office. The company was bleeding and I had been doing everything in my power to stop it from collapsing. But my peace was rudely destroyed by loud rapid knocking on my bedroom door. “Madam, you need to come downstairs!” Martha, the maid's voice rang. What was so urgent to disturb my rest before facing the cruel reality in a few hours’ time? I glanced at the alarm clock. “8 AM”? What could be up now? I stumbled out of bed, even though my body cried for rest. “What happened, Martha?” I moaned, pulling my nightwear around me as I opened the door. “It is Ms. Helen. She's arguing with the shareholders in the living room.” The shareholders? Damn. My mother-in-law. My head banged with a terrible headache from the abrupt disturbance. By the time I got to the living room, ...
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