Isabella Sterling had it all—a prestigious law firm and the perfect husband. But her world shatters in one devastating day. Returning from the hospital with life-changing news, Isabella attends a heart shattering ceremony: her husband of six years announcing another woman as his fiancee. In the blink of an eye, she loses everything, including her law firm, to her deceitful husband, Daniel West, and sister, Christabella. Betrayed and fueled by revenge, Isabella turns to the country’s most dangerous billionaire, Nicholas Montgomery, to reclaim what she’s lost. Little does she know, In the high-stakes world of wealth and power, Nicholas Montgomery, the country’s most influential billionaire and tech genius, has it all—except peace of mind. Haunted by a traumatic past and obsessive control issues, Nicholas is a man who meticulously manages every aspect of his life, including his emotions. Well, not until a certain fiery, auburn-haired, hazel-eyed, 5'5 woman storms into his life, threatening to unravel everything. She was meant to be his wife only on paper, a tool to enhance his public image—not the woman who ignites his darkest desires or the one he'd burn the world for.
View MoreCHRISTABELLA'S POV “Congratulations, Mrs West. You’re five weeks pregnant.”The words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, the world around me seemed to tilt. Five weeks. My mind raced, calculating the timeline, and my stomach twisted with the realization.I forced a smile, nodding as if this was the best news I’d ever received.The doctor continued speaking—something about prenatal vitamins and follow-up appointments—but her words blurred. When the doctor and nurse left me alone to clean up, I stared at the ultrasound screen, the tiny flicker of life still visible. My fingers brushed against my stomach, the gel cool and sticky beneath my hand. A part of me wanted to cry—this was what I had wanted for so long. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.I wiped the gel off my stomach slowly, my hands trembling. Five weeks but this child wasn’t Daniel’s. It wasn’t conceived out of love or even lust. It was born of necessity, a calculated move in a game I couldn’t affor
DANIEL'S POV A sharp knock at the door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. My head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the intrusion.“Come in,” I barked.The door creaked open, and one of my men stepped in, his face pale and drawn. He hesitated at the threshold, his gaze darting around the room like he was afraid of what he might find.“Well?” I snapped, motioning for him to speak.He took a cautious step forward, clearing his throat. “Sir, I managed to get away before the third warehouse was hit. I—I couldn’t stop it. Whoever they are, they knew exactly where to strike.”I straightened in my chair, my eyes narrowing. “And?”“I overheard Chase talking to someone on the phone,” he said. “It turned out he was an informant working for them. They weren’t just after the goods—they wanted to send a message. They knew your operations. Down to the smallest detail" My jaw tightened, my mind racing. Inside information? That was the only explanation to how everything happened so smoothly. The hi
ISABELLA'S POV Before I could catch my breath, Nicholas lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. His strength was staggering. My legs wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, and I gasped as his gaze dropped to where I ached for him most. "Now it’s my turn," he said. "I want to hear you scream my name."He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth descended, and I cried out as his tongue parted me, his lips and teeth working in perfect harmony to unravel me. The sensations were overwhelming, his pace relentless. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as my body arched against him."Nicholas!" I moaned, the sound echoing off the walls. His name was the only word I could manage, the only thought that existed. His tongue thrust into me, his groans vibrating against my skin. He was everywhere, consuming me entirely. The pressure built and built until it was unbearable. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling i
ISABELLA'S POV The weight of the night still lingered between us. Nicholas rested his forehead against my shoulder, his breath slow and steady, but his grip on my waist was firm, like he was afraid to let go. For a man so composed, so unshakable in the eyes of the world, he carried so much beneath the surface.“Nicholas,” I murmured softly, my other hand brushing against his hair. “You should take a shower. It’ll help you feel better.”His eyes, stormy and unyielding, looked up to mine, and a small, tired smirk tugged at his lips. “Is that your way of telling me I look terrible?”“No,” I replied quickly, trying not to smile. “You don’t. You just look… like you need it. Trust me, it’ll help.”He stared at me like he was debating something. Then, he mumbled, his hold on my waist tightening a bit “Only if you shower with me.”The request hit me like a physical force, and I froze. “What?”“You heard me,” he said, placing a kiss on my neck. “If I’m going to shower, you’re coming with me.”
ISABELLA'S POV I leaned closer, my heart aching for him, but I didn’t interrupt. He needed this. He needed to let it out.“He hated physical contact,” Nicholas said, his voice quieter now “He thought it was weak. If I so much as reached for his hand, he’d pull away like I was disgusting. He’d say things like, ‘Don’t cling to me. You’re not a child.’”His voice wavered, and his gaze dropped to the floor. “But it wasn’t just that. He said... people were filthy. He hated the idea of me being around anyone. He’d say things like, ‘You don’t know where their hands have been,’ or ‘They’ll ruin you with their germs and disease”I bit my lip, struggling to keep my emotions in check as he continued.“When I was ten, he started locking me in the house. Not just for discipline, but to keep me away from the world. He called it ‘preservation.’” Nicholas’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Preservation. Like I was some fragile object he needed to keep clean, untouched. Anytime I tried to step outsi
ISABELLA'S POV I woke to the sound of running water. For a moment, I lay still, blinking at the soft glow of the bedside lamp, wondering if I’d imagined it. But then there was a noise—soft, frantic, and oddly repetitive.Frowning, I sat up. The bathroom door was open, a sliver of light spilling into the bedroom. Something didn’t feel right.I headed quietly toward the door, the sound growing louder with each step. The harsh scent of soap hit me first, sharp and medicinal, stinging my nose.And then I saw him.Nicholas stood hunched over the sink, his hands working furiously under the stream of water. My breath caught as I realized what he was doing—he was scrubbing not dirt, but his own skin. His hands were raw, red streaks swirling with soap suds in the basin. The water running turned pink as blood seeped from where his skin had broken.“Nicholas,” I whispered, horror prickling through me.He didn’t stop. His movements were mechanical, almost frantic, as if he was trying to erase so
NICHOLAS POV The house was quiet, the only sound coming from the faint hum of the heater. Isabella had fallen asleep the moment we returned, her exhaustion from the trip evident in the way she sank into the bed without so much as a word. I’d stayed with her for a while, watching her chest rise and fall in the rhythmic lull of sleep. It was calming—her presence always was. But now, calm was the last thing I felt.I stepped into my study and dialed Mr. Arlington. The plan had worked perfectly—or so I thought. I needed to hear the details from him, every last one, before I could allow myself to relax.The line clicked, and Arlington's gruff voice came through."Montgomery. Calling to celebrate your victory, I assume?""Hardly," I replied, pacing the room. "I want to know everything. Spare no detail."Arlington chuckled, the kind of sound that could either reassure you or put you on edge. "Fine, fine. Everything went off without a hitch. The warehouses were wiped clean. The shipments? Go
THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE TRIP ISABELLA'S POV Nicholas sat beside me at the sleek conference table. Across from us sat Mr. Arlington, his sharp eyes darting between Nicholas and me."You're asking me to take a risk that could ruin me completely," Mr. Arlington began. “If Daniel traces this back to me—”“He won’t,” I interjected “This isn’t just about revenge, Mr. Arlington. It’s about justice. You’ve seen what Daniel is capable of, haven’t you? You’ve experienced it firsthand.”Arlington leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply. "Justice doesn't rebuild empires, Isabella. Power does. And Daniel still has too much of it."“That’s exactly why we’re here,” Nicholas said, his voice cutting through the tension “You want your family’s empire back? This is how you level the playing field. He thinks he’s untouchable. We’re going to remind him he’s not.”Mr. Arlington’s eyes narrowed “And if I say no? What happens then?”I leaned forward, meeting his gaze directly. “Then you keep playing it
DANIEL'S POV The city lights blurred past as I pressed the phone to my ear again, calling another man. “Report!”"It’s bad, boss. We’re losing everything. The fire’s already spread to the storage area. There’s no saving it.""How the hell did this happen?!" I demanded."We think someone planted explosives near the back entrance," the man explained, his voice tight with fear. "There was a loud bang before the flames spread. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."“Useless fools,” I snarled, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the armrest. “Get the fire department there NOW! And make sure the police don’t stick their noses into this!”Another call came in before I could hang up. With a growl, I switched lines.“Boss,” a third voice panted, panic evident. “The fire’s spreading to the docks. We think it’s deliberate.”I slammed my fist against the car door. “Deliberate?!” My voice was venomous, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Who’s doing this? Who dares—”“We’re not sure
I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile white light of the hospital room blinding at first. My head felt heavy, my entire body disconnected from the bed I was lying on. Panic and confusion hit me as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. How did I end up here, in a hospital, of all places? I tried to recall what had happened, and immediately fragments of the morning's events began to piece together.I remembered being at my hotel room, immersed in the usual chaos of preparing for legal cases, but today I wasn't myself. This morning started with a persistent cough that I had quickly dismissed as just stress, though it was the first time it felt this bad. It had been six months since I'd been dealing with this persistent cough that wouldn't go away, no matter how many medications I'd taken. Back then, I thought it was because of the winter season. The cough came with other symptoms, ones I had brushed off as nothing.But this morning, the discomfort grew, twisting into a painful tightne...
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