EVA’S POV
The headlines were everywhere. "Eva Sinclair, the Betrayed Wife, Marries Billionaire Leon Castello!" "Revenge or Romance? The Scandalous Union No One Saw Coming." "Daniel Sinclair’s Ex-Wife Becomes His Rival’s Bride." I stared at my phone, scrolling through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and comments dissecting every detail of my sudden marriage to Leon Castello. People speculated. They gossiped. They called me everything from a gold digger to a genius. Some pitied me. Others envied me. But the truth? I didn't even know what to make of this.. Sitting down in the passenger seat with Leon in his car, just looking out the window as we got to his penthouse. The huge glass building overwhelmed me, expensive and cold—just like the man sitting beside me. Leon hadn’t spoken much since we left the courthouse earlier that morning, where we signed the marriage certificate in front of a judge and a handful of legal witnesses. No ceremony. No vows. Just a transaction. But the world turned it into the largest scandal of the year, anyway. The car stopped, and a valet rushed forward to help me open my door. Leon stepped out first, his imposing frame cutting through the crisp evening air. He didn’t even glance back as I followed, my heels clicking against the pavement as I took in the lavish entrance of the Castello residence. A doorman nodded respectfully. "Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Castello." I flinched at the title, but Leon didn’t react. He strode through the grand lobby, and I had no choice but to follow. Home. The thought was almost laughable. I had spent the past five years in a modest house with warm, cozy spaces and framed pictures on the walls. This? This was a fortress. The penthouse was beautiful— with tall ceilings, ceiling-to-floor windows that looked at the shiny city skyline, and classy, futuristic furniture that screamed luxury and money. Loads of it. Yet it felt… empty. Leon loosened his tie as he walked toward the bar. "You’re scheduled for a dress fitting in an hour." I blinked. "A dress fitting?" "For the gala tonight." He poured himself a drink, his movements effortless. "You’ll be attending as my wife." I hesitated. "Is that really necessary?" He lifted his gaze to me, his dark eyes unreadable. "You’re Mrs. Castello now. The city is waiting to see you." Right. This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a performance. I breathed out, rubbing my forehead. "Fine. But I'm not some rag doll you can dress up and show around." A flicker of something—amusement, maybe—crossed his face. "I wouldn’t dare." An hour later, I was standing in front of a mirror, looking at the woman I could not recognize.ME The stylist had worked on me quickly, sweeping my hair up into a soft but elegant updo. The makeup was flawless—subtle yet striking. But it was the dress that truly transformed me. It was a midnight blue gown, which was fitting at the waist, it had delicate crystal decorations that shone under the light. It was the kind of dress, I would have never have chosen for myself or even been able to afforded for myself. The kind of dress that made me look powerful. I turned slightly, the silk brushing against my skin. "You look… stunning," the stylist murmured, almost in awe. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the fabric. Stunning. I had never cared much about appearances. But tonight wasn’t about me. Tonight was about sending a message. Leon Castello’s wife wasn’t a victim. She was untouchable. THE GALA The moment we stepped into the grand ballroom, the air shifted. It was not just the shiny chandeliers showing golden light over the hundreds of guests present or the soft sound of a live band playing in the background. It was the eyes. Hundreds of them. Turning. Watching. Whispering. Judging. The weight of their scrutiny pressed against my skin like a second gown—heavy, suffocating. Leon, as always, seemed unaffected. His hand rested softly on my waist, a simple yet possessive gesture, as if daring anyone to question who I was to him. He led me through the room with the same effortless command he had over boardrooms and billion-dollar deals, his expression calm, unreadable. I, on the other hand, felt the whispers coil around me like a noose. "Did you hear? She was married to Daniel Sinclair." "And now she’s with Castello? That’s one hell of an upgrade." "Or a calculated move." "Either way, she must be incredible in bed." Heat crawled up my spine, not from embarrassment—but from anger. These people didn’t know me. They didn’t know my pain, my humiliation. They saw a headline, a scandal, and assumed I was a pawn in a billionaire’s game. I squared my shoulders, forcing a slow, steady breath. If they wanted a show, I’d give them one. Leon paused near the bar, signaling for a waiter. The gesture was so subtle, yet the bartender snapped to attention, placing a glass of champagne in my hand within seconds. "Drink," Leon murmured, his breath brushing against my ear. I hesitated, fingers tightening around the delicate stem. "Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?" He turned Abit, his gaze going to mine. "I’m just worried you’ll break that glass with how hard you’re gripping it." I breathed out sharply, forcing my fingers to stay calm. The bubbles fizzed against my lips as I took a sip, the chilled wine doing little to cool the heat boiling inside me. Then I felt it. A stare. Not just any stare. His stare. I turned before I could stop myself. And there he was. Daniel Sinclair. Our eyes locked across the room. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. He was standing beside Vanessa, her manicured nails placed suggestively on his arm, her lips smiling in the kind of victorious way that made me angry. But Daniel—he wasn’t smiling at all. I could not read his expression, but his grip on his whiskey glass was tight. Too tight. His blue eyes dragged over me, lingering, assessing. And then something flickered across his face—something dark and ugly. Regret? No. That was impossible. Daniel didn’t regret things. Leon must have felt the shift in my posture because his hand pressed lightly against the small of my back, grounding me. "Are you ready to make them choke on their own gossip?" I turned back to him, forcing a smile. "Always." And just like that, I allowed Leon take me deeper into the den of LIONS. The evening continued in a flow of polite conversations and clinking of champagne glasses. Leon was the perfect host—charming, put together, effortlessly authoritative. But I felt it. The tension. The weight of Daniel’s stare. And then he made his move. I had just stepped away from Leon for a brief moment when I felt someone grab my wrist. I turned sharply. Daniel. "Eva," he said, his voice low. "We need to talk." I wrenched my arm free. "There’s nothing left to say." His jaw tightened. "You married him out of spite, didn’t you?" I let out a cold laugh. "Oh, that’s rich. Coming from the man who cheated on me and walked out without a word." "Don’t act like this is real," he snapped. "Castello is using you." "And you didn’t?" I shot back. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word. Exactly my thoughts. Before he could regain his composure, another voice was heard. "Is there a problem?" Leon’s presence was sudden and overwhelming. He stepped beside me, his gaze locked onto Daniel’s. Daniel straightened, his mask of arrogance slipping back into place. "Just having a little chat with my ex-wife." Leon’s lips moved into something that felt like amusement. "Funny. From a glance, it looks more like assault." Tension crackled between them. "I should congratulate you, Castello," Daniel said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. "You certainly know how to pick up what I throw away." Leon moved. Not in anger. Not in violence. But in pure, deliberate power. "Careful, Sinclair," he said, his voice deadly soft. "My wife is not someone you can insult." Silence. Daniel clenched his jaw. But he said nothing. Because he knew. In this room, in this moment—he had already lost. Leon turned to me, his expression softer. "Are you ready to go, sweetheart?" Sweetheart. For the first time since this nightmare began… I wasn’t alone.EVA’S POVThe penthouse was silent when we returned from the gala, the city skyline casting silver reflections against the glass walls. Leon removed his jacket and draped it over a chair before heading toward the bar.I slipped off my heels, the ache in my feet nothing compared to the pressure that had settled in my chest all night. The stares. The whispers. The way Daniel had looked at me like I was something he had lost and wanted to reclaim.And Leon. Always composed. Always in control.There was something off about him.I watched the wine swirl in the crystal glass as he poured himself a drink. His tie was loosened and his shirt was open, but he still looked powerful. Like a man who has the world in his hands and never let anyone know what it cost him."You handled yourself well tonight," he said, his voice smooth, unreadable.I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Handled myself?"His gaze lifted, pinning me in place. "Daniel wanted a reaction from you. You didn’t give him one. That’s st
I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaning against it for a moment.My mind was still reeling.Leon had murmured my name in his sleep.Why?The question wouldn’t leave me alone, circling like a vulture. I had stood there for too long, watching him, listening to the way my name had slipped from his lips. It hadn’t been forceful. Hadn’t been commanding. It had been soft. Almost… familiar.And that terrified me.Because I didn’t know what it meant.My fingers curled into the fabric of my robe as I exhaled, pushing myself away from the door. I didn’t have time for this. I wasn’t going to stand here, dissecting the meaning behind something Leon would never admit to.It didn’t change anything.By morning, he would be the same.Distant. Cold. Unreadable.And I would be a fool to think otherwise.At BreakfastThe dining room was quiet except for the faint clinking of silverware.I lifted my coffee cup, watching Leon over the rim. He was always composed, always in control, but this morning, th
I stared at my phone again , my fingers curling so tightly around the device that my knuckles ached."I wish Eva nothing but the best, but it’s clear she married Leon Castello out of spite. I just hope she realizes that power comes with a price."Daniel’s words were printed in bold, stark against the glaring white background of the article. My stomach twisted. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t a direct attack, not an outright declaration of war, but it was worse. It was subtle. A carefully crafted attempt to paint me as a desperate woman who had jumped into a marriage for revenge.Bile rose in my throat.Damn him.I threw my phone onto the bed and ran a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the bedroom. The article was already spreading like wildfire. People were eating it up, dissecting every sentence, every implied meaning.My past with Daniel was no secret. The media had milked our breakup for all it was worth, and now, with his carefully worded statement, they had
The moment Leon’s lips touched mine, the world around us ceased to exist.It was supposed to be a calculated move, a response to Daniel’s veiled insult, a message to the vultures watching our every move.But it wasn’t.Because when his lips met mine, it wasn’t just for show. It was fire. It was raw, searing heat that ignited something dangerous inside me.My fingers instinctively gripped the lapels of his suit, a desperate anchor as my knees threatened to give out. His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, and for a moment, I forgot. Forgot where we were. Forgot why we were doing this.All I knew was Leon.And when he pulled away, his expression darkened, his breath slightly uneven.For a fleeting second, something flickered in his eyes—something unguarded, something real.Then, just as quickly, it was gone.The room roared back to life. Gasps, whispers, the flashing of cameras—I barely heard any of it over the erratic pounding of my heart.But Daniel’s expr
I wasn’t naïve. Marrying Leon meant stepping into a world filled with power, deception, and enemies lurking in every shadow. I just never expected one of them to be inside his own company.The news broke at dawn.A sharp buzzing pulled me from restless sleep. I reached for my phone, barely cracking my eyes open as I silenced the alarm. But the screen was already flooded with notifications. Too many. My stomach clenched.Breaking News: Castello Industries Faces Internal Turmoil Over CEO’s WifeMy breath caught in my throat. My fingers trembled as I clicked on the article.A leaked email from an anonymous executive raises concerns over Eva Castello’s involvement in Castello Industries. Sources question whether her presence is a liability to the company’s reputation and stability.I swallowed hard, scrolling further. More headlines screamed at me.“Castello Industries in Crisis? Leaked Email Sparks Internal Conflict”“Who is Eva Castello? Is She the CEO’s Greatest Weakness?”My heartbeat
The city glowed like a sea of shattered glass, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The silence felt heavier tonight, pressing against me as I wrapped my arms around myself.I wasn’t cold.I was unraveling.The message on my phone still burned in my mind.You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late.The words kept circling, taunting, daring me to make a move. Someone wanted me out. And they weren’t afraid to make that clear.A shift in the air behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn around.I didn’t need to.Leon was there.I felt his presence before he spoke, the raw energy of him always impossible to ignore.“You’re thinking of running, aren’t you?”His voice was quiet, but not soft. There was no softness in Leon Castello. Only power wrapped in control, a control he never let slip.I turned to face him. He was still dressed from the day—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, the first two buttons undone like he’d loosened t
EVA’S POVI signed the last document on my desk, trying and failing to contain my excitement. My hands shook a little, but not from nerves—pure joy flowed through me. This was it. Daniel's Promotion would be official once the contract was finished, the deal secured.I sent the email, then I held my breath as I kept refreshing my inbox. Come on, come on…A notification popped up." A hearty Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair. Your promotion is confirmed."A shaky exhale left my lips.I closed my mouth, stopping a squeal. At long last. My husband—my best friend, my everything—had been given the promotion he had worked so hard for. I could already envision his reaction, his smile relieved, his eyes crinkling by the side as his face would light up when I told him the good news.We have been waiting for this.For years, we had fought side by side, building our future from nothing. And now, we’d finally made it.I picked up my bag and practically ran out of the office.The elevator ride fel
EVA’S POVPain.A sharp, crushing feeling deep inside my chest, like someone had removed something from my inside.That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes.My body felt heavy, drained. The world around me felt… wrong. Empty.I blinked against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. My head throbbed. Then, it hit me.Daniel. The divorce papers. The blonde woman.What happened last night came rushing back, slamming into me with such force.My heart beat fast as I looked around the living room,expecting—hoping—that this was all some terrible prank.I shut upright, my breath coming in shallow gasps. But reality was merciless.Daniel’s side of the shelf was empty.The side table where he kept his watch, his cologne, his night reading glasses—all gone.I stood up from the floor where I fell the night before , my legs weak under me. I picked up my phone, my fingers shaking as I dialed his number.Disconnected.I tried again.This number is no longer in servic
The city glowed like a sea of shattered glass, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The silence felt heavier tonight, pressing against me as I wrapped my arms around myself.I wasn’t cold.I was unraveling.The message on my phone still burned in my mind.You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late.The words kept circling, taunting, daring me to make a move. Someone wanted me out. And they weren’t afraid to make that clear.A shift in the air behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn around.I didn’t need to.Leon was there.I felt his presence before he spoke, the raw energy of him always impossible to ignore.“You’re thinking of running, aren’t you?”His voice was quiet, but not soft. There was no softness in Leon Castello. Only power wrapped in control, a control he never let slip.I turned to face him. He was still dressed from the day—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, the first two buttons undone like he’d loosened t
I wasn’t naïve. Marrying Leon meant stepping into a world filled with power, deception, and enemies lurking in every shadow. I just never expected one of them to be inside his own company.The news broke at dawn.A sharp buzzing pulled me from restless sleep. I reached for my phone, barely cracking my eyes open as I silenced the alarm. But the screen was already flooded with notifications. Too many. My stomach clenched.Breaking News: Castello Industries Faces Internal Turmoil Over CEO’s WifeMy breath caught in my throat. My fingers trembled as I clicked on the article.A leaked email from an anonymous executive raises concerns over Eva Castello’s involvement in Castello Industries. Sources question whether her presence is a liability to the company’s reputation and stability.I swallowed hard, scrolling further. More headlines screamed at me.“Castello Industries in Crisis? Leaked Email Sparks Internal Conflict”“Who is Eva Castello? Is She the CEO’s Greatest Weakness?”My heartbeat
The moment Leon’s lips touched mine, the world around us ceased to exist.It was supposed to be a calculated move, a response to Daniel’s veiled insult, a message to the vultures watching our every move.But it wasn’t.Because when his lips met mine, it wasn’t just for show. It was fire. It was raw, searing heat that ignited something dangerous inside me.My fingers instinctively gripped the lapels of his suit, a desperate anchor as my knees threatened to give out. His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, and for a moment, I forgot. Forgot where we were. Forgot why we were doing this.All I knew was Leon.And when he pulled away, his expression darkened, his breath slightly uneven.For a fleeting second, something flickered in his eyes—something unguarded, something real.Then, just as quickly, it was gone.The room roared back to life. Gasps, whispers, the flashing of cameras—I barely heard any of it over the erratic pounding of my heart.But Daniel’s expr
I stared at my phone again , my fingers curling so tightly around the device that my knuckles ached."I wish Eva nothing but the best, but it’s clear she married Leon Castello out of spite. I just hope she realizes that power comes with a price."Daniel’s words were printed in bold, stark against the glaring white background of the article. My stomach twisted. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t a direct attack, not an outright declaration of war, but it was worse. It was subtle. A carefully crafted attempt to paint me as a desperate woman who had jumped into a marriage for revenge.Bile rose in my throat.Damn him.I threw my phone onto the bed and ran a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the bedroom. The article was already spreading like wildfire. People were eating it up, dissecting every sentence, every implied meaning.My past with Daniel was no secret. The media had milked our breakup for all it was worth, and now, with his carefully worded statement, they had
I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaning against it for a moment.My mind was still reeling.Leon had murmured my name in his sleep.Why?The question wouldn’t leave me alone, circling like a vulture. I had stood there for too long, watching him, listening to the way my name had slipped from his lips. It hadn’t been forceful. Hadn’t been commanding. It had been soft. Almost… familiar.And that terrified me.Because I didn’t know what it meant.My fingers curled into the fabric of my robe as I exhaled, pushing myself away from the door. I didn’t have time for this. I wasn’t going to stand here, dissecting the meaning behind something Leon would never admit to.It didn’t change anything.By morning, he would be the same.Distant. Cold. Unreadable.And I would be a fool to think otherwise.At BreakfastThe dining room was quiet except for the faint clinking of silverware.I lifted my coffee cup, watching Leon over the rim. He was always composed, always in control, but this morning, th
EVA’S POVThe penthouse was silent when we returned from the gala, the city skyline casting silver reflections against the glass walls. Leon removed his jacket and draped it over a chair before heading toward the bar.I slipped off my heels, the ache in my feet nothing compared to the pressure that had settled in my chest all night. The stares. The whispers. The way Daniel had looked at me like I was something he had lost and wanted to reclaim.And Leon. Always composed. Always in control.There was something off about him.I watched the wine swirl in the crystal glass as he poured himself a drink. His tie was loosened and his shirt was open, but he still looked powerful. Like a man who has the world in his hands and never let anyone know what it cost him."You handled yourself well tonight," he said, his voice smooth, unreadable.I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Handled myself?"His gaze lifted, pinning me in place. "Daniel wanted a reaction from you. You didn’t give him one. That’s st
EVA’S POVThe headlines were everywhere."Eva Sinclair, the Betrayed Wife, Marries Billionaire Leon Castello!""Revenge or Romance? The Scandalous Union No One Saw Coming.""Daniel Sinclair’s Ex-Wife Becomes His Rival’s Bride."I stared at my phone, scrolling through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and comments dissecting every detail of my sudden marriage to Leon Castello.People speculated. They gossiped. They called me everything from a gold digger to a genius. Some pitied me. Others envied me.But the truth?I didn't even know what to make of this..Sitting down in the passenger seat with Leon in his car, just looking out the window as we got to his penthouse. The huge glass building overwhelmed me, expensive and cold—just like the man sitting beside me.Leon hadn’t spoken much since we left the courthouse earlier that morning, where we signed the marriage certificate in front of a judge and a handful of legal witnesses. No ceremony. No vows. Just a transacti
EVA’S POVLeon Castello stepped into my house like he already owned it.The air shifted around him, heavy with authority and something darker—something unreadable. He moved with the quiet confidence of a man who never heard the word no, his tailored suit perfectly crisp, his piercing gaze locked onto me like he could see straight through my soul.I swallowed hard, still gripping the door handle.This was a mistake.It had to be."What are you here?" My voice was rough, raw from crying so much, but I forced myself to maintain composure.Leon’s expression did not change. He put his hands into his pockets, slowly taking in the empty living room. It was too quiet, too empty—a show of the chaos inside me.He nodded toward the divorce papers still sitting on the coffee table. "I see Daniel didn’t waste any time."The mention of his name sent a fresh stab of pain through my chest, but I refused to let it show.I crossed my arms. "If you came here to mock me about my husband's betrayal, ple
EVA’S POVPain.A sharp, crushing feeling deep inside my chest, like someone had removed something from my inside.That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes.My body felt heavy, drained. The world around me felt… wrong. Empty.I blinked against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. My head throbbed. Then, it hit me.Daniel. The divorce papers. The blonde woman.What happened last night came rushing back, slamming into me with such force.My heart beat fast as I looked around the living room,expecting—hoping—that this was all some terrible prank.I shut upright, my breath coming in shallow gasps. But reality was merciless.Daniel’s side of the shelf was empty.The side table where he kept his watch, his cologne, his night reading glasses—all gone.I stood up from the floor where I fell the night before , my legs weak under me. I picked up my phone, my fingers shaking as I dialed his number.Disconnected.I tried again.This number is no longer in servic