Amelia Rivers, a struggling artist, is thrust into a world of power and betrayal when her father’s debts force her into a contract marriage with enigmatic billionaire Lucien Voss. Their union begins as a cold transaction, but escalating threats from Lucien’s vengeful former ally, Victor Morales, draw Amelia deeper into his dangerous life. Amid cryptic warnings, hidden betrayals, and shocking revelations, Amelia uncovers a shared past with Lucien that binds them together in ways they never imagined. As enemies close in, they must decide if their love can survive the shadows, or if their secrets will destroy them both.
View MoreAmelia stared at the note in her hand. She kept wondering who this person was, and at the same time, there was a rise of unquenchable fear within her: “Trust no one.”She stared at the rose lying innocently on her pillow, its pristine petals suddenly feeling like a mocking gesture. The shadows in the room felt thicker and louder, as though they were about to close in on her. Who had left it? And why? She considered marching down to Lucien’s office to report, but changed her mind because to confront Lucien now meant exposing her fear and letting him know she was afraid. She didn't want to give him that thrill, not even for a second.Instead, she slid the note into the drawer of her nightstand, locked it away alongside the uneasiness and fear creeping out of her chest. Sleep was hesitant, too hesitant to surface until midnight, and when it came, it was chaotic with nightmares of roses and shadows.In the morning, there was quietness all around. Lucien had left early, as usual, which ga
Amelia stared intently at the indentation on her bed; her breath became thin as uneasiness filled her veins. Her room was loudly quiet, but the stillness had all shades of wrong attached to it. She looked around while scanning all corners for sound or movement, but there was nothing, just solid silence and shadows decorating the walls. Lying on the nightstand was the rose, and the petals glowed fantastically under the not-so-bright light. This was supposed to be a pleasing gesture, but it wasn’t because she couldn't be sure who had left it there. She quietly walked closer to the bed while her fingers tightened into fists. “Is someone here?” she said in a demanding tone. But there was no response; the following silence was deafening, stretching long enough to cause panic in her nerves. She quickly grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her two thumbs hovering over Lucien’s name in her contacts. Calling him meant she was scared. She didn't know him that well, and though he had pro
Amelia’s first full day as Mrs. Voss started far earlier than she’d anticipated. The black sedan arrived at her apartment just as dawn stretched its pink fingers across the city skyline. Sleep-deprived and filled with dread, she stepped into the vehicle, her heart hammering as it whisked her away to Lucien’s estate.But nothing could have prepared her for the sheer scale of Lucien’s world.The car pulled up to the estate, and Amelia felt her breath hitch. It wasn’t a house; it was a fortress. Towering wrought-iron gates loomed ahead, flanked by stone walls that seemed to stretch forever. Beyond the gates, a long driveway snaked through immaculate gardens until it disappeared into a sprawling mansion.She swallowed hard as the gates groaned open.“This is home now,” her driver said matter-of-factly, breaking the silence.Home. The word felt foreign, even absurd, in the shadow of Lucien’s empire.The car stopped, and a sharply dressed woman approached. Her clipboard was clutched like a
Amelia stood frozen behind her door, her breath shallow, her body unwilling to move. The voice on the other side had been low, smooth, but with an edge of command that felt eerily similar to Lucien’s. Whoever this was, they weren’t here to chat.Her fingers hovered over the deadbolt, hesitating.“Who are you?” she called through the door, her voice firmer than she felt.The pause that followed stretched long enough to unnerve her.“I’m here on Mr. Voss’s behalf,” the voice said finally. Calm, composed, like they had all the time in the world.“Open the door, Miss Rivers.”Her chest tightened.“He said tomorrow morning.”“And yet, here I am,” the voice countered, unfazed.“He’s asked that you come now. It’s not up for discussion.”Her pulse quickened as a thousand thoughts collided in her mind. Had Lucien changed his mind? Or was this something else entirely?“Give me a minute,” she said, trying to buy herself some time.The figure outside didn’t respond, but she could feel the weight
Amelia sat at the edge of her couch, staring at the black card Lucien had left on her countertop. It was unassuming, blank except for a string of embossed numbers and a name printed in sharp silver letters: Lucien Voss.It felt heavier than it should have, as though the weight of her future had somehow been pressed into its sleek design.Her father’s voice broke the silence. “Amy... please.”She turned to him sharply, the fury in her chest rising to the surface like a flame starved for oxygen.“Don’t ‘Amy’ me, Dad.” Her words cut through the tension, sharp and unrelenting.“You sat there, looked me in the eye, and let him offer me as payment. Like I’m some—some object!”James winced, his shoulders slumping further, as though her words physically struck him.“I didn’t know what else to do,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.“They would’ve killed me. I thought... I thought maybe—”“You thought what?” Amelia stood, her hands balled into fists at her sides.“That I’d just...
“What did you do, Dad?”The question barely escaped her lips, each syllable heavy with disbelief and something deeper; betrayal.Amelia Rivers stood frozen in the doorway of her tiny apartment, staring at the man she had spent her whole life trying to forgive.Her father, James Rivers, looked nothing like the confident charmer she remembered from her childhood. He was a mess of trembling hands, disheveled clothes, and the faint stench of whiskey and cigarettes.“I didn’t have a choice, Amy,” he croaked, his voice breaking. “I had no other way out.”“No other way out of what?” Her voice rose, the sharp edge of her tone cutting through the humid air of the cramped space. She crossed her arms, feeling the weight of every promise he’d broken before.“What did you do this time?”James staggered into the apartment without waiting for an invitation, his shoulders sagging as he collapsed onto the nearest chair. He ran a hand over his thinning hair, avoiding her gaze. “It’s not like before. Th
“What did you do, Dad?”The question barely escaped her lips, each syllable heavy with disbelief and something deeper; betrayal.Amelia Rivers stood frozen in the doorway of her tiny apartment, staring at the man she had spent her whole life trying to forgive.Her father, James Rivers, looked nothing like the confident charmer she remembered from her childhood. He was a mess of trembling hands, disheveled clothes, and the faint stench of whiskey and cigarettes.“I didn’t have a choice, Amy,” he croaked, his voice breaking. “I had no other way out.”“No other way out of what?” Her voice rose, the sharp edge of her tone cutting through the humid air of the cramped space. She crossed her arms, feeling the weight of every promise he’d broken before.“What did you do this time?”James staggered into the apartment without waiting for an invitation, his shoulders sagging as he collapsed onto the nearest chair. He ran a hand over his thinning hair, avoiding her gaze. “It’s not like before. Th...
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