One fateful night Kristen Roses life takes a stunning turn when she accidentally enters billionaire Max Ethan Anderson grand mansion while chasing her cat. Mistaken for the new maid, she's drawn into a world of wealth and power, ruled by a man who craves control but conceals secrets behind his enigmatic gaze. But in this mansion, roles and hearts shift fast. One moment, she’s cleaning floors, and the next, she’s caught in a whirlwind romance with Max Ethan Anderson. But when a twist of fate sends her to the altar in place of another woman, she finds herself in a marriage built on lies and resentment. Max Ethan Anderson had no intention of marrying her, and the moment they exchanged vows, he hated her for it, giving 20 days to divorce her. Trapped in a union neither wanted, their relationship becomes a dangerous game of deception and control. But beneath the bitterness, passion simmers, and as enemies threaten to destroy his empire, Max must decide whether to let go of his hatred or lose everything including her. Yet, their marriage doesn’t last. Kristen vanishes with a secret.... When she returns, it’s not as the woman he once resented, but as someone more powerful and determined to reclaim what was taken from her.
View MoreSpainLena posed confidently as the photographer clicked the photos, capturing her with the brand's latest products. She held the items delicately, wearing her signature smile, as she knew exactly how to pose for the camera.“That’s a wrap!” the director called out as he clapped his hands.Lena smiled brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the crew began packing up. Her assistant hurried over, holding out her ringing phone.She glanced at the screen, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not now,” before grabbing the phone. Without another word, she strutted off toward the washroom...Once inside, Lena quickly checked over her shoulder to ensure no one had followed her. She closed the door.. locked it, and turned the tap on, letting the water run. Holding her phone with both hands, she leaned in close, her face just inches from the screen as she dialled a number.“I told you not to call me,” she snapped.A man’s voice responded on the other end, too muffled to make out clearly.“Do
“At least say something,” Kristen said as she dragged herself to follow him.“Miss Kristen, I was instructed to ensure you boarded this flight. All your questions will be answered once you arrive,” Mr. Green said, finally stopping near the check-in counters and turning to face her.Kristen’s heart raced as she searched his face for any hint of explanation but found none. Reluctantly, she glanced at the bustling airport around her and muttered under her breath, “Is Mr. Anderson behind this? Has he finally decided to throw me somewhere far away from this world?”Mr. Green gave her a reassuring nod. “Have a safe flight, Miss Kristen. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a slight bow.Kristen mirrored his gesture, bowing lightly. She watched him step aside, his sharp eyes now fixed on her, as if ensuring she wouldn’t make a run for it.The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, and Mr. Green subtly signaled her to proceed. Kristen sighed, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to walk
Max returned home late looking exhausted. As he headed to his library, he paused at Kristen's door. After a brief hesitation, he slowly turned the handle and pushed the creaky door open.Kristen lay still on the bed, her face slightly pale. Max walked in quietly, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face. He sat beside her and observed her face. After a while, he gently placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, his brows knitting with concern.He moved his hand in front of her nose to feel her breath. When he wasn’t sure, he leaned closer and rested his head lightly on her chest to listen for a heartbeat.Suddenly, Kristen’s eyes fluttered open without him noticing. She blinked as if waking from a long dream. Seeing Max’s head near her chest and his hand still resting there, her confusion quickly turned to panic..“What are you trying to do, you killer!” she gasped, her voice shaking with anger and fear.With a burst of strength, she shoved his hand away and sat up, her bac
Max gently laid her on the bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Mrs. Sophia rushed into the room as she quickly fixed her robe.“What happened to her?” she asked with a trembling voice.“She fainted,” Max replied curtly as he adjusted the pillows beneath Kristen’s head.“Oh, my goodness, poor thing,” Mrs. Sophia said, moving closer to the bed. She placed a hand on Kristen’s forehead and gasped. “Gracious Lord, she has a fever!” she exclaimed. “I need to bring something to lower her temperature.” Without waiting, she hurried out of the room.Unnoticed, Lena stood just outside the door, peeking in. When she saw Mrs. Sophia coming, she quickly stepped back to avoid being caught. Once the coast was clear, she moved to stand in front of the door, glaring furiously at the scene inside. Her eyes darted between Kristen lying on the bed and Max standing beside her.She clenched her fists as she glared at them furiously.Lena stormed into the room and marched straight to Max,
Running through the street, everything was dark. No one was outside, as though the whole world had disappeared. Kristen ran, then paused and looked back to catch her breath. She crouched down with her knees almost touching the ground while glancing around..."How do I get out of here?" she whispered as she realized she was completely lost.Her chest rose and fell as she wiped the sweat from her face. The growl of a motorbike shattered the stillness, getting louder with every second. Kristen’s head snapped toward the noise, her eyes widening in panic as a bright headlight sliced through the darkness, heading straight for her.Her body froze for a moment before instinct kicked in. She stumbled backward, her breaths quick and shallow. Then she saw it.....a glint of metal in the rider's hand. A gun. Her heart nearly stopped.“No, no, no…” she muttered, spinning on her heels and started into a fast ran..The motorbike roared behind her, its sound like a predator closing in on its prey. Kri
“That you two would be here today,” Mr. Erik said with a hearty laugh as he placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. She returned the gesture with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up with genuine delight.“It’s been too long since we’ve had a chance to sit like this,” she added, her voice soft but cheerful.Lena mirrored their smiles, her eyes briefly meeting Mr. Erik’s before turning to Max. “It’s a rare occasion,” she said sweetly, tilting her head slightly toward him.Max, however, remained silent. His expression was unreadable as he glanced at Lena and then at Mr. Erik. His gaze lingered for a moment before he shook his head.“Yeah, so like I was saying,” Mr. Erik began, his tone cheerful as he leaned forward slightly. “I’ve arranged for a one month getaway to the Maldives for your honeymoon.”Kristen froze near the door, her heart pounding as she overheard them. She stared at the door as though she could see them through it.“I want you both to have some quiet time somewhere beautiful
"What do we have here, Tyrese?" the man said as he exhaled a puff of smoke and stubbed out his cigar in a bowl beside him. He rose to his feet and approached Tyrese with a casual swagger."Long time no see, my dawg. So, what’s the call for today’s visit... a kill or a kidnap?" he asked with a crooked smile, his tone laced with mockery.Without a word, Tyrese pulled out a photograph and handed it over."Whoa," the cigar man muttered, snatching the photo and studying it closely with his head tilted slightly. "What do you want us to do with this little angel?"Tyrese stood silent, his expression cold.The cigar man glanced up with a smirk on his face. "Huh?" he said."Boss, what her?" Tyrese finally broke the silence."It’s a kidnap, then," the cigar man said as he went back to his chair, still clutching the photo.Tyrese nodded firmly."I see," the cigar man murmured, his fingers tapping against the armrest as he thought. "How do we find her?""I’ll send you the details and everything yo
"I need to get out of here," Kristen muttered as she regained consciousness. Her eyes darted around, her chest heaving as panic set in. She threw the blanket aside and jumped out of the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor.Without hesitation, she bolted to the door and twisted the knob frantically. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed while using all her strength to yank it open.Desperation took over. Kristen slammed her fists against the wooden surface, pounding repeatedly as tears streamed down her face. "Let me out! Please, someone, let me out!" she screamed, her voice cracking.When no response came, she stepped back and threw her shoulder into the door, hoping to force it open. The impact sent pain shooting through her arm, but she tried again, gritting her teeth as she leaned her entire weight into each hit. Minutes felt like hours as she struggled, sweat beading on her forehead. Just when she though
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be home with your husband?" he asked, his voice low as he looked down at her swaying figure. Before she could answer, she stumbled forward and collapsed into his arms. Instinctively, he caught her and held her steady before she could fall to the floor."I want to be with you," she muttered, her words slurred as she weakly hit his chest with her fist. The strong scent of alcohol wafted up to him, confirming what he already suspected.Without wasting a moment, he sighed. "You’re drunk," he said under his breath but his grip on her remained firm."I’m doomed," she whispered dramatically, her body going limp as she rested against him. "I’m a dead person," she mumbled, waving her hands aimlessly in the air.He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he bent down, lifting her into his arms and carrying her inside.As he placed her gently on the bed, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer until he was on top of her. Her glassy eyes, hazy fro
"We’ve been waiting too long. What does he think he is?" Mr. Donovan Creed said as he slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room. Every person seated at the long, polished table flinched at the sound, and their attention turned to him. "Mr. Creed, you need to calm down. I am sure he is on his way," the secretary said, standing there calmly. "Calm down? When we talk about power and time, I know you have no business with either. People like you can afford to waste all day in one place, but not someone like us. I don’t have the luxury of patience, nor do I tolerate incompetence. We’re not here to twiddle our thumbs while he takes his sweet time," Mr. Donovan Creed snapped. Around the table, the other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others stared down at the documents in front of them, trying to avoid Mr. Creed’s piercing gaze. One of the senior members of the board, a man with graying hair and a nervous demeanor,...
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