CEO's Delicate Wife

Erica's eyes fluttered open, the unfamiliar room covered in dim light around her. Her gaze shifted to the ceiling, and a familiar scent, soft and floral, teased her senses. Lavender. Julian's scent. But that couldn’t be possible—Julian was dead. That’s what she remembered, at least. A wave of memories surged as she pushed herself upright on the bed. Blood trickled down her thighs as she lost their child, the searing pain of acid eating her skin away, the maniacal laughter of her sister echoing in her mind. The past washed over her, drowning her in images she’d rather forget.The sound of a door creaking open snapped her back to the present. Her breath caught as a figure emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, droplets of water tracing paths down his skin. Julian stood before her, a towel slung low around his waist, wisps of warm mist curling around him. Erica’s heart pounded in her chest—she couldn’t believe what she saw."Are you done staring?" Julian's voice was calm, almost teasin

Erica stood in the study, her past and present shadows melding in the dim light. The weight of her new life pressed heavily on her, every memory and emotion from her previous life was now sharper and more painful. The afternoon sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the room as she tried to focus on the papers before her. Julian’s reassuring voice still echoed in her mind, but Ophelia's ominous presence lingered like a dark cloud over her.She needed to act, but where to start? Everything she had known, everything she had passed through, felt both obscure and terrifyingly close. The memories were raw and vivid—Julian’s lifeless body, her sister’s cold, triumphant smile, and the sharp, searing pain of betrayal. But she couldn’t afford to be the same victim in this second chance at life. She had to be the one in control.Determined, Erica made her way to the study, a second office for Julian at home. It had always been his sanctuary, a place of quiet thought and strategic planning

Erica returned home, her thoughts an unruly tangle of fear and determination. She stood in the entryway for a moment, gripping the edge of a table, as if anchoring herself to the present. The conversation with her grandfather had gone better than she had expected, but it had also left her shaken. She had taken the first step toward uncovering the truth, but now, she had to take the next—and it terrified her.She needed to tell Julian everything.The thought alone made her chest tighten. Julian was her partner, the one she was supposed to trust the most in the world. But what she was about to reveal would shake the very foundation of that trust.She walked into the kitchen, the familiar scent of fresh coffee still lingering in the air. Julian was still working in his study, his presence a soft, distant hum of keystrokes and occasional murmurs. She paused at the kitchen island, staring down at the untouched groceries she’d set out earlier, unsure of what to do next.Erica wasn’t sure ho

Julian arrived at the office before dawn, his steps echoing through the empty halls. He usually thrived in the quiet of early mornings, but today, the silence felt oppressive. As he reached his office, he paused, taking a moment to steel himself before pushing open the door.Inside, the room was immaculate, as always. The sleek furniture, the carefully arranged files on his desk, and the view of the city skyline through the large window—it all exuded the control he was desperately trying to maintain. He walked over to his desk and set down his briefcase, his mind already running through the challenges the day would bring.Just as he sat down, the door creaked open. It was Daniel, his secretary, who had been with him since the early days of the company. Daniel had been given to Julian when he was a child, a training buddy and a ‘minion’ but unknown to his father their bond had become one of brothers. “Morning, Mr. Sinclair,” greeted, his voice carrying the usual brisk efficiency. He

The road ahead stretched out, winding through the dense forest that bordered the town. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the pavement as she stared out the car window, her thoughts still a mess from the encounter with her stepmother and sister. The words exchanged back at the family house played over in her mind, a loop of anger and frustration. The nagging sense of unease refused to let her go.As the driver rounded a bend, the road narrowed, tall trees that loomed like silent sentinels. Erica’s mind drifted to her mother, the memories of her slipping away too soon, leaving behind only the echoes of love and warmth. The inheritance, the manipulation, it was all too much. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of emotions that clouded her thoughts.Suddenly, the blare of a car horn jolted her back to reality. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw a pair of headlights barreling toward her, the vehicle swerving recklessly across the road. Instinct