Trapped in a loveless, tyrannical marriage to ruthless billionaire CEO Damon Cross, Emma Walker endures the whispers of admiration from outsiders, who believe she is the envy of the city. They see her glittering life—the mansions, the diamonds—but none can imagine the cruelty she suffers behind closed doors. Damon treats her as his possession, a mere maid in his palatial home, caged and stripped of dignity. Then, an unexpected event brings Jake Carter, her high school sweetheart, back into her life. Now a powerful entrepreneur, Jake is not only Damon’s business rival but Emma’s last hope for freedom. As Damon’s control tightens, Emma faces an impossible choice. Will she risk everything for a second chance at happiness, or will the chains of her marriage prove unbreakable? As Emma’s journey unfolds, she is plunged into a world of betrayal, suspense, and passion. In this high-stakes love triangle, the lines blur between true love and obsession, freedom and bondage. Can love save the day, or will Emma be bound by her vows forever?
View MoreThe room felt suffocating, the weight of Damon’s gaze pressing down on Emma like a physical thing. She straightened her back, fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted her dress, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. The golden light from the chandelier above bathed her in a warm, false comfort. Her champagne sat untouched on the table, its bubbles now flat and lifeless. The world outside the mansion’s walls seemed so distant—so unreachable.Emma felt his eyes on her, sharp, relentless. She could practically hear the silent question in his gaze: What are you hiding from me?Her stomach twisted. The escape plan was in motion, but doubts gnawed at her every step. What if she wasn’t strong enough? What if Jake didn’t come through?She clenched her fists at her sides, willing the anxiety to stop. This was it. The moment of truth was approaching fast.Across the room, Damon chatted effortlessly with his guests, his
The ballroom was nearly silent now, save for the faint rustling of a distant servant's footstep and the occasional clink of glass against metal. Emma sat alone, the weight of the evening pressing against her chest like an invisible hand. She hadn’t touched her champagne, its golden hue mocking her with its emptiness. The room, once alive with laughter and music, was now bathed in the oppressive glow of chandeliers that seemed to mock her every thought.Her fingers gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles pale, as she stared toward the far side of the ballroom. Damon was still among the remaining guests, his presence suffocating the air. He moved with the grace of a man who owned every room he entered, his dark eyes sharp as they scanned the crowd. Every inch of him radiated dominance, his charm effortlessly disarming those around him. Emma's gaze narrowed as his hand brushed Sophia’s arm. A flicker of something cold passed through her chest."Don’t let him see you," she reminded he
"You think you can escape me, Emma? How naïve."Damon’s voice was a venomous whisper as he loomed over her, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit ballroom.The chandelier above sparkled brilliantly, a cruel contrast to the suffocating tension that gripped Emma. Her fingers trembled around the stem of her wine glass, but her face betrayed none of the turmoil within.Not here. Not now. She had to stay composed."I’m not your puppet, Damon," she said, her voice steady, though her pulse raced.His lips twisted into a smirk, the kind that sent chills down her spine."Oh, but you’ve been dancing to my tune all along," Damon replied, his hand brushing hers deliberately. "You just haven’t realized it yet."Emma fought to maintain her composure. Around them, the laughter and clinking glasses of the gala attendees formed a distant hum, a world away from the storm brewing between them. Her gaze darted to the grand entrance, scanning for Jake.But he wasn’t there."You’ve lost your fire," Dam
"Emma, I’ve told you before. Stay. Away. From. Trouble."Damon’s voice echoed in her ears as she slammed the library door shut behind her, her breathing uneven, her fingers trembling.Trouble. That’s what he called every attempt of hers to remember who she was, who she might still be. Tonight was no different.The journal lay in her lap now, its worn leather cover rough under her fingertips. It felt like holding her own heart, fragile yet alive.She flipped the pages slowly, the faded ink revealing parts of herself she’d almost forgotten."Jake..." she whispered, her voice breaking.The entry stared back at her, the words she had written years ago pulling her into the memory like a tide too strong to resist.It had been a summer evening. Jake had surprised her with a picnic in the meadow by the old oak tree. Fireflies danced in the warm air, and his laughter filled the silence between her cautious words."Promise me one thing," she had said, leaning against him. "Anything, Emma." "T
“Emma, smile. Everyone’s watching.” Damon’s voice was a command she couldn’t ignore. His hand rested on her lower back, firm yet controlling, as they stepped into the grand ballroom. Glittering chandeliers illuminated the sea of faces, all turned toward them, expectant.Emma forced a smile, hollow and painted on like the makeup she had spent an hour perfecting. The emerald green silk gown she wore was stunning, but it felt more like chains than fabric.“Perfect,” Damon whispered, leaning closer. His breath brushed her neck, and she stiffened. “Remember, you’re mine tonight. Like every night.”Her stomach churned, but she nodded mechanically. Resistance only led to punishment, and tonight, she couldn’t bear another one of Damon’s “lessons.”The party was lavish—Damon spared no expense. Waiters drifted between clusters of guests, their trays balanced with crystal flutes of champagne and delicate hors d'oeuvres. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but to Emma, it all blurred into meani
"You think you can just walk away, Emma? You belong to me, remember?"Damon’s voice cut through her like a knife, cruel and sharp. His words, dripping with malice, echoed in her head long after he said them. He was too close now, too suffocating, and all Emma could feel was the tight grip of his power around her throat, choking the life out of her.Her heart raced in her chest as his cold, steady gaze burned through her. The moment his hand wrapped around her wrist, she felt it—the unrelenting force that demanded her submission. The threat in his words was real, unmistakable, like the cold steel of a trap closing in."If you run, I'll make sure you regret it," Damon’s voice was low, menacing, as if it was an afterthought—something he'd say just for fun.Emma’s breath hitched. The words weren’t just a threat, they were a promise. But her eyes flickered, a flash of defiance sparking deep inside."I’m not afraid of you," Emma whispered, trying to summon some shred of strength in her voice
The dim hallway felt like a prison. Every step Emma took toward the far end of the corridor seemed to echo in her chest, vibrating through her with a nervous dread. She should have known better than to stay for the after-party.But Damon had insisted, his grip on her a constant weight. She could still hear his voice, his harsh words, the twisted promises he'd made, clouding her thoughts like smoke.“Where are you going, Emma?” Damon’s voice slithered out of the darkness, ice-cold and sharp, freezing her in place.She froze. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, and the last flicker of hope she'd clung to—the thought of escaping—died in that instant.Damon appeared from the shadows like some monstrous figure, his tall frame towering over her, his eyes dark with barely contained fury. He moved closer, too close, and she could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him.“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Damon sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can leave me for that path
The air was thick with tension as Emma stood near the grand window, the distant lights of the city below reflecting the turmoil swirling inside her. The soft hum of conversations around her faded into nothingness. Her thoughts were only with him. Jake."Emma, wait." Jake’s voice sliced through the noise, pulling her back to reality. His presence behind her was like a sudden storm, wild and unstoppable.She turned, startled, her heart already racing. There he was. The man who had been a constant, quiet presence in her life. His gaze locked with hers, intense, full of unsaid words."Are you okay?" Jake asked, his tone low, sincere. His eyes searched hers for something—anything—that might explain the pain she couldn't hide.She took a shaky breath, looking away, but the warmth in his voice made her pulse quicken. She didn’t know how to answer. Could she tell him the truth? That she felt suffocated? Trapped?"I see it, Emma," Jake murmured, stepping closer. "You're not happy. Not really."
"You're trembling," Damon said, his voice dangerously calm as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "What's wrong, Emma? Afraid of me?"Emma’s heart raced as the door clicked shut, and the room felt smaller, the air thicker. She tried to swallow the knot in her throat, but the effort only made it worse. She clenched her fists by her sides, trying to steady the tremors she couldn’t hide.Damon's eyes gleamed in the dim light, sharp and calculating. The shadows in the room seemed to bend toward him, as if even the walls knew he controlled everything within them."Why don't you just speak, Emma?" Damon’s voice was a razor, slicing through the tension that thickened the air. "I’m curious... what's really going on inside that pretty little head of yours? Are you thinking of running away again?"The words stung like acid on her skin, and she flinched, her breath catching in her chest. No, she couldn’t show weakness—not now, not ever.Damon took a slow step
"Emma, why don’t you look a bit more… content? You're the picture of every man's envy tonight." Damon's voice, though silken, cut through the bustling masquerade with a warning undercurrent.Emma’s lips curled into a practiced smile, a mask as exquisite as the silver one covering her face. She glanced around the opulent ballroom, chandeliers dripping crystal light onto a sea of masked faces. Every detail was meticulously chosen, every angle calculated to intimidate and dazzle. Just like Damon himself.Her heart beat in time with the distant, thrilling waltz, yet beneath her calm exterior, it was more like a drum of captivity, echoing the weight of her gilded cage. Damon’s hand rested possessively on her waist, a silent reminder that every breath she took was a gift he allowed her to have."Perhaps I’ve seen enough of high society for one evening," Emma murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. "A quiet night would suit me more."Damon’s grip tightened, his dark gaze flashing...
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