“Are you sure of what you are saying right now?” Sebastian whispered and I nodded. “I am very sure. We both are after something and it could be a win win. Just one year of alliance. I help you get your company back and you provide me with every resource I need, to get revenge on my bastard ex and my sister.” ******************* Natalie Winslow's perfect life shatters when her fiancé and twin sister betray her, stealing everything she holds dear. Heartbroken, she makes up her mind to end it all - but decides to have her one night of freedom and recklessness. The next day, she wakes up married to mysterious billionaire Sebastian Allen after a wild night. Seeing this as an opportunity to get revenge, Natalie offers him a proposal. One year of her services, and in return he has to help her get revenge on her sister and get back all she's lost. However, amidst plots - sparks start to fly. Will their growing love survive the chaos, or will their pasts destroy them?
View MoreNatalie’s POVI locked the door and leaned against it. My chest was tight, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Tears were already streaming down my face, but I didn’t bother wiping them. What was the point? They just kept coming anyway.I walked to the bed, but halfway there, my legs gave out. I just sat on the floor, staring at nothing. Everything hurt. My chest, my throat, my head. It was like the sadness had taken over my whole body, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.Why did I let myself get into this mess? Why did I think I could handle this?I hugged my knees, trying to hold myself together. But it wasn’t working. I felt like I was falling apart, like the pieces of me were breaking one by one.Samantha. That name kept playing in my head like an echo. Samantha. Samantha. Samantha. She ruined everything. And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her completely. She wasn’t the one who dragged me into this.That was hi
Sebastian's POVI sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor. My chest felt tight, and my head was pounding. Natalie’s words replayed in my mind, over and over. Coward. She’d called me a coward. The one person I thought understood me, the one person who was supposed to be on my side, didn’t believe in me anymore.I couldn’t blame her. I really couldn’t. Everything was a mess, and it was my fault. She was right about that. I started this whole thing - faking a marriage to protect my business, dragging her into it, convincing her it was the best move for both of us. And now Samantha was holding it all over my head, dangling my life’s work like it was some kind of game to her.I rubbed my face, trying to think straight, but my thoughts were all over the place. I hated Samantha, hated her smug little smile when she walked out of here like she owned the world. But more than that, I hated myself. How did it come to this? How did I let her get this much control?Natalie’s voice echoe
Chapter 54: Sebastian’s POVSamantha leaned back in the chair like she had all the time in the world. Her eyes flicked between Natalie and me, and there was a smirk on her face that made my skin crawl.“I want one night,” she said finally, her voice calm and sharp.Natalie stiffened beside me, and I felt her anger radiate like heat. “One night for what?” she snapped.Samantha’s smirk deepened. “With Sebastian.”I blinked, sure I had heard her wrong. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice flat.She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “It’s simple, really. You spend one night with me, Sebastian, and I keep your little secret. No one has to know you’re not married.”Natalie stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. “Are you insane?” she said, her voice rising. “That’s not happening.”Samantha shrugged, completely unfazed. “Your choice. But if you refuse, Iris will know by morning.”I could feel the blood drain from my face. This wasn’t just about me or
Chapter 53: Sebastian’s POVAs we walked into the cafe, Natalie almost bumped into a guy. sh was at the verge of raising her voice, but I had to stop her. I knew she was exhausted and everything raised her temper at this point. We went in and Natalie sat beside me, her back straight, her hands folded so tightly her knuckles were turning white. I could feel the tension around her already, and honestly, I felt the same way. Samantha stood in front of us, leaning casually against the wall like she owned the place. Her expression was smug, too smug, and I hated it.I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat. “Alright, Samantha. We’re here. Say what you need to say.” My voice came out steadier than I expected, but my heart was pounding in my chest.She smirked. That irritating smirk. “Finally. I was starting to think you’d never ask.”Natalie’s voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a knife. “Stop playing games, Samantha. If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out.”Samantha
Natalie’s POVI didn’t think. I just leaned forward and kissed him.Sebastian was in the middle of saying something, pacing back and forth like he always did when he was thinking too much. His hand was halfway in his hair, and his mouth opened, probably to argue with me again about some plan he wasn’t ready to share. But I didn’t care. I just kissed him.For a moment, he froze. I felt his body stiffen, and I was about to pull away, embarrassed. Maybe I’d crossed a line. Maybe this was too much. But then his hand cupped the side of my face, and he kissed me back.It wasn’t slow or sweet. It was rushed, like he was trying to say something he couldn’t put into words. His grip was firm, almost desperate, and it caught me off guard.When he finally pulled back, he stared at me, his chest rising and falling like he’d been running. “What… what was that?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.“I—” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know. I just… I’m tired, Sebastian. Tired o
Chapter 51: Sebastian's POVI stayed in the living room for a while after Natalie left. My thoughts were all over the place. Part of me was glad she agreed to fight back, but I still wasn’t sure if she could handle it. She looked so tired, so drained. I couldn’t blame her. Iris and Alfred had put her through hell.I rubbed my face and leaned back in the chair. My eyes wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, until they landed on something on the coffee table. A piece of paper. I frowned. That wasn’t there before.I picked it up and looked at it. It wasn’t just a random piece of paper—it was a note. The handwriting was messy, but I could still read it.“Iris and Alfred aren’t as untouchable as they think. I know their secrets. Meet me at the old warehouse on Maple Street tomorrow night at 9. Come alone.”I stared at the note, my mind racing. Who the hell left this? How did they even get in here? I didn’t hear anyone come in, and Natalie was here the whole time.Then it
Sebastian's POV I sat in my room, staring at the ceiling. The conversation with Natalie wasn’t over, not really. I could see it in her eyes when I left the living room earlier. She was trying to be strong, but I knew her better than that. She was hurting, angry, and unsure about everything.I stood up, ran a hand through my hair, and sighed. If we were going to do this, she had to be all in. Half-commitments wouldn’t work, not with people like Iris and Alfred. They’d eat her alive if she showed any weakness.After a few minutes, I headed back to the living room. She was still there, sitting in the same spot, looking at nothing. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white.“You’re still here,” I said, walking in.She looked up at me, her eyes red. “Where else would I go?”I shrugged and sat down across from her again. “You’ve been quiet. What’s going on in your head?”She hesitated, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sebastian. This whole thing… it’s a lot. I feel like I’
Natalie~~~~~~I sat on the couch, staring at the empty coffee cup in my hand. The room was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It kept replaying the moment I saw Iris and Alfred today. The smug look on Iris’s face, the way Alfred stood there like nothing had happened between us. It made my stomach turn.I put the cup down on the table and leaned back, closing my eyes. I needed to think, to plan, but all I could feel was anger. No, not just anger - betrayal, frustration, everything mixed together. I felt like I was sinking in it.The door opened, and I heard Sebastian’s footsteps before I even looked up. He walked in, his coat around his arm, and stopped when he saw me.“You look terrible,” he said, blunt as ever.“Thanks,” I muttered. “Just what I needed to hear.”He dropped his coat on the chair and sat across from me. “What happened?”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I saw them today.”“Them?”“Iris and Alfred,” I said, my voice shaking a little. “They were together. All over the place like no
Sebastian's POV The walk up to the house felt like dragging chains behind me. Every step was heavier than the last. I stuffed my hands deep in my coat pockets. I wasn’t here for nostalgia. I just deeply regretted why I was here. But I needed to be here. My mother's husband couldn't get away with his "threats".Before I could knock, the door swung open.“Sebastian.”She stood there - Mom - looking exactly how I remembered. Her hair tied back in that same tight bun she always wore when she was annoyed. The lines on her face had deepened, though, like life had been pressing its thumb down hard on her lately. She looked at me like I was a stranger.“What are you doing here?”Straight to the point. I stared at her for a second, debating whether to be polite or blunt, especially after our last encounter. I went with blunt.“I need to talk to your husband.”Her expression tightened, the way it always did when his name came up. “ That’s why you’re here?”“Yeah.” I tried stepping past her, b
When I woke up this morning, if someone had tapped me and told me that the world as I knew it would come crashing down today, I would have laughed and said they were bluffing.But it is amazing how the worst can happen, at moments when we least expect it.I was smiling when I walked up the pathway to Alfred’s house, the warm June sun casting a golden glow over everything. It was one of those perfect days that seemed tailor-made for surprises. My heart raced with excitement, and I clutched the small gift I had brought for him—an antique watch he had been eyeing for months. Today marked our two-year anniversary, and I wanted to make it special.The front door creaked as I pushed it open, stepping into the cool, air-conditioned sitting room, where I found Marlene, the housekeeper, dusting a vase in the living room.“Hi Marlene!” I greeted her with a warm smile. “Where’s Alfred? I have a little surprise for him.”“Oh, Miss Natalie, he’s inside the house, resting,” she replied, returning ...
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