LOGIN"You're fired," Amon said coldly. "You've seen my darkest secrets." Wisa stared back at him, unfazed. "I refuse. I’ve signed a contract with my body and soul. If you need a place to vent your pain, take it out on me—don't do it to yourself." They called her the daughter of a mistress. The world spat on her, hated her, threw her away. Her boyfriend married her half-sister and asked her to be his mistress. Her mother chose her stepsister over her. Every door slammed shut because of rumors. Hawisa had nothing left... until she found a job that promised death. She was hired to be Amon Nicholas Sergio’s shield and punching bag. A billionaire monster with madness in his eyes. One touch from a woman, and he would kill. Or kill himself. They expected her to break. To run. To die. Instead, Hawisa chose to stay. While enemies hunted her, she protected him. While his demons screamed, she became his peace. While his billions meant nothing, she became everything. Amon owned the world, but Hawisa owned the one thing his fortune could never buy: his sanity. His heart. His love. A dark romance about the woman the world discarded... who became the woman beyond his wealth, beyond his madness, beyond his demons.
View MoreAmon didn’t say a word.He didn’t cry over me.But his eyes never left mine.He walked toward me.I knew if I didn’t get up, he’d just drop to his knees like he always did.No.I wasn't about to let him act all saintly with me again. Not when I knew I’d just be tossed into hell right after.If my mother never wanted me from the start, I could handle that.But if Amon—who’d been playing the part of someone who cared—was just going to dump me the second he didn’t need me? I wouldn’t let it happen.Better to just assume everyone wanted me gone. Better to assume I’d been thrown away by everyone.Amon… he was just like the rest of them in the end.I stood up, chin held high. I stared straight into those soft, warm eyes of his.“Cut the act, Amon. Just be yourself for once! I’m not going anywhere, so you don’t have to keep up this fake, ‘nice guy’ routine,” I snapped.He reached out to wipe the tears from my face. I swatted his hand away.He looked down, let out a breath, and went quiet.I
“Take my place,” I said.I watched as Amon’s mother stood up and stepped closer. Her face was a mix of radiance and pure panic, as if she were dying to stroke her son’s hair but was terrified of doing something wrong at the same time.I pulled my hand away from Amon’s grip.Tight. It wouldn’t budge.Slowly, I pried his fingers open one by one, forcing them back.After a few seconds of struggling, my hand finally broke free. I lifted Amon’s head, and my body slid off the sofa.His mother took my spot, and I rested his head on her lap.I stood up, catching a glimpse of her face.Was she crying?Tears were streaming down her cheeks.I looked around at the others.They were frozen, staring at Amon’s mother as she covered her mouth—trying to hold back the sobs so she wouldn't wake him.Just end it here, Wisa.This isn't your place. They aren't your family, and they were never meant to be a part of your life. You’re just an outsider.I walked out of the office, headed for the elevator, went
I just want to end all of this.It’s heavy. Suffocating.It’s like the world won't give me any space to actually be happy.Why?Is it because I was born to a woman who chased money and tore apart other people’s families, that my life has to be this twisted?"What did you say?" Amon’s mother snapped. "Where have you been since yesterday? And now you’re choosing to quit?" Her voice shrilled through the room.I shifted my gaze to her. "I am trying to preserve your family’s dignity, Ma'am," I replied, forcing myself to breathe.William stepped closer, stopping right in front of me. Rayhan moved in behind him, pulling up a chair. William sat, and Rayhan stood to his right, looming behind him."Explain in detail why you’re resigning, Miss Hawisa." Our eyes locked. Keep your head up, Wisa, don't be scared. Dying in this room is probably better than dying in Eliana's warehouse. "Who knows, maybe we need to draw up a new contract?""Typical. Once she knows she’s useful, she starts acting up,"
Amon brought me into William’s office, headed for the long sofa, and we both sat down.Watching us, William’s secretary stepped out immediately, gave a slight nod of respect, and walked off without even closing the door behind her.Amon’s hands reached for my face, cupping my cheeks, and pulled me gently toward him.He kissed my temple, then moved down to my cheek, right near my lips. My breath hitched, and my lips parted slightly. Amon held them there for a good while, and only when I closed my mouth did he give a thin smile."I’m tired, Wisa," he murmured. Quietly. Softly.He let go of my face, took my hand, and pressed it against his chest as he laid his head on my lap.There was an actual bedroom in William’s office, yet he chose to sleep on this sofa with me.My free hand stroked his hair, over and over.Sleep well, Amon. Let go of your exhaustion. Find peace near me.I looked toward the door. William walked in. He glanced at me for a split second before shifting his gaze straigh
I spent about a week in bed. During that entire time, Amon never left my side, not even for a single day. After getting off work, he would come over, wait around, watch the nurses take care of me, and sleep in the same room. Sometimes on the couch, sometimes sitting right next to me.Seeing his exh
My body peeled away from the shattered window. My knees hit the asphalt hard, sending a fresh jolt of pain through me. I kicked off my heels, letting them go, not caring that I was barefoot. I turned back, peering into the cabin thick with airbag smoke. "Sir, are you okay?" I asked the man who’d
Amon swept me away just like that, before I even had a chance to clean myself up. Now, we were sitting side by side in the spacious cabin of his car. A masculine scent blended with the luxurious aroma of premium leather upholstery hung heavy in the air. The car was incredibly well-insulated, cutting
No. There was no way I could let Amon kill his own uncle. Wisa, this is your fault. You’re the one who provoked Tristan until he choked you. Before I knew it, my head was shaking slowly. My eyes stung, and my knees were trembling so badly that the bones themselves ached. I slammed my knees d












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