Caitlin fakes her own death to escape her obsessive billionaire husband, Aidan Gallagher. With the help of Dylan, a plastic surgeon, she reinvents herself, becoming the woman she always wished to be. But Aidan isn’t fooled. He knows she’s out there. When their paths cross again, will Caitlin's new face be enough to hide her? And will she be able to outwit both men's obsession?
View MoreI don't remember falling asleep. But I remember waking up.It was still dark when my eyes blinked open, the shadows in the room too thick to be natural. My breathing was shallow. My body stiff. For a moment, I didn't know where I was, just that I didn't feel safe.And then I felt it. The weight next to me.Aiden's arm was draped loosely across my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. Not tight. Not controlling. But there, always there, like he belonged to me. Like I belonged to him.I didn't move. Didn't even flinch.It just stared at the ceiling, willing my heart to stop thudding so loud. As of even that could wake him. The memory of Jameson's stare burned at the back of my mind like a bruise. The way he'd spoken about me like I was a thing. And worse, the way Aiden didn't stop him.She knows when to stay quiet.I closed my eyes. Swallowed the taste of shame.Later, after Aiden left for a meeting, some last-minute call with "people I didn't need to worry about." I sat in the ki
I snatched it up, thumb fumbling against the screen."You alone?" Sophia asked."Yeah, i left" i gave a fast reply.Seconds later, the call came through. I answered on the first ring."Sophia," i whispered, voice barely there."Hey, sis." Her voice was quiet, steady, like she could already hear the shake in mine. "Are you okay?"I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against my knee where I'd curled into the corner of the bed. "I don't know. It's getting harder."A pause. I could hear her breathing, slow and controlled."He's watching everything. Every move I make, every word I say. It's like I'm… caged. But not even locked in. Just–kept. "You're doing better than you think," she said, calm but not soft. "You made it through tonight. Did he say anything? Did he mention the contacts?"I shook my head, then realized she couldn't see me. "No. He was quiet. Too quiet.""That's not good.""I know." My voice cracked. "I tried to step ahead of him earlier, and he didn't yell. He didn't touc
The car ride had been silent.Not the comfortable kind. Not even the angry kind. It was the kind of silence that pulsed, like something alive.Watching. Waiting.I sat still, hands folded tightly in my lap, knuckles bone-white. I didn't dare look at him. I knew he was mad at me for walking out on him.The windows blurred with city lights,but I couldn't focus on anything. Just his presence. Just the way the air in the car felt too thin with him in it.I shouldn't have walked ahead of him back at the apartment. That much was obvious now.He hadn't said anything when I did it - Just followed, quiet. But the moment the car door shut behind me, I felt it.That shift.Like he was letting me sit with the mistake before he decided what to do with it."We'll arrive in seven minutes," he said at last. His voice was low, almost gentle. But every word felt like it carried weight.He didn't look at me. He didn't have to.I swallowed hard, nodding before I realized he couldn't see it. My throat wa
...The day dragged on in a blur of disjointed thoughts and fleeting moments.I was supposed to be focused on Sophia, on the plan we'd spent hours crafting in whispered conversations and midnight phone calls. But everytime I tried to direct my mind back to it, it slipped, like water through my fingers, right into the thoughts of Aiden.His voice, his smirk, the ghost of his touch still lingering like smoke on my skin.The kind of memories that crawl beneath your ribs and settle there.Yeah, I know. I'm insane.Because, it had been almost impossible to shake the feeling he left behind when he walked out.That invisible grip he had on my psyche.His absence wasn't freeing, it was suffocating. And that fact alone made me furious.I told myself, repeatedly, that I was better off without him. I'd recited it like a mantra, time to time: you don't need him. You're stronger than this.But the truth was, I didn't feel stronger. I felt adrift. Like I was moving through time, without really t
The next day, I woke up with a slight headache. My right hand was on my forehead as I fluttered my eyes open.The ceiling of my room came into view first, and I shut my eyes back. Few seconds passed before i opened my eyes again and sat up on the bed.As soon as i sat up, memories of the previous night came rushing into my brain and i gasped. I hurriedly pulled the sheets off my body, falling into a state of panic for the next few seconds.I raked my hair into my hands and shook my head, recalling the words i had said to Aiden, the sounds i had made for him, the way i had whimpered against his body, the sting and pleasure of his hand smacking my ass, and the way i had...."What the hell did I do? Did I...did i squirt?" I could barely believe what i had done but still, as i leaned back unto the headboard and calmed down, a part of me said it was not so bad.I had never felt anything like i felt the previous night, and a silent, small part of me wished i was not drunk while at it. Wi
"Don't talk to much, baby." Aiden rasped and brought my lips back to his. He kissed me again, and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver me to sit in the perfect position for him. I moaned softly as i sat my ass over his hard, but still clothed d*ck. I placed my hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss. Aiden's hands settled for my ass and squeezed it hard. "Aiden." My lips trembled against his lips and, hearing me moan his name made him harder. "I want to see those f**king tits." He growled and pushed the straps of my gown down my shoulders, his lips kissing all over my face. He trailed kisses down to my neck, just as his hands reached my bra cupped boobs. I threw my head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of my neck all the way to my shoulders, in a long sensual lick. Aiden glanced down at my bra and a sexy grin flashed. "Blue... befitting for a good girl." Before I could say or do any other thing, Aiden had
"Where is she?" I heard Aiden scream from his room.I knew better than to keep him waiting, so I hurriedly slipped out of bed and walked past the men by the corridor, into his room. As soon as I reached out supposed matrimonial room, I took in the smell of alcohol.Aiden was seated on the same sofa he had been seated the previous day, and there were four empty bottles on the floor around him. There were three other untouched bottles."I'm here." I whispered, and he looked up at me before giving me a drunk grin.Oh, he was drunk. Maybe this could be a chance to escape this planned sex."You know you're alcohol intolerant." I walked up to him and reached to take the bottles that was in his hand, but he cuddled the bottle tightly."No, I'm not giving this to you.". He shook his head, and looked at my face again. "Come drink with me."I shook my head at his drunken action and took a bottle of alcohol too. I walked over to the other sofa and sat on it, opening the bottle.Yeah. That was a
With the bathroom door half-open, my breath hitched and caught in my throat. I dared not move, not wanting to betray my position. The seconds stretched into eternity. Aiden's cologne filled the doorway, his presence both commanding and suffocating. "Oh, Aiden, you're here." Sophia threw a crazy rhetorical question out of nowhere. "I came to get my wife." Aiden responded bluntly, paying her no attention. "Okay, I'll just return to the party alone then." She said and squirreled out. As soon as Sophia left, Aiden faced me with a cunny smile playing round his lips. "Didn't expect to see me?" His voice was calm, too calm, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my mind racing for a plausible excuse, but none came. "I… I was just…" My words faltered, betraying my fear. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Just what, Caitlin? Hiding from me?" I shook my head, unable to find my voice. "What were you doing here? Everyone's been asking for you." His eyes so
I walked into the hall, looking elegant and ravishing in my red, kinky new gown. That was his gift!Honestly , I purely wished my heart was half as cheerful as the image my dress portrayed.The party was in full swing, the music loud and the lights flashing. But I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, trapped in a world that was not my own.I walked round several tables, feeling like a doll on display, greeting guests. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, judging me."You look stunning." Someone whispered in my ears as he walked past me. I smiled sheepishly, atleast he said it to my face. Much better than side talks."Hi, Madam Helena." I greeted Aidan's stepmom."Hmmmph! So what if you wear such a beautiful dress?. Madam Helena responded in a cold voice, "that still doesn't make you a princess.""Come on over and cut out the steak for me." She ordered.Yeah! She was actually on her supposed act of belittling me, but, I wasn't even feeling it. This was nothing compared to h
Caitlin's POV: My heart sprang and bolted in fear, with each step he took towards me. I thought I had more time to myself. I had hoped our anniversary would bring a reprieve from all the tension, thinking he would be gone for a week. But, Fuck it! He was home, and I was wrong. Anniversary or not, tonight would be just as dreadful like all the others.I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the vibrant yellow parrot perched on the window sill. It's eyes a bright, piercing blue. It cocked it's head to one side, watching me with an unblinking gaze. As I reached out to touch the parrot's soft feathers, a strong hand grasps my waist, pulling my back against a hard, muscular chest. "Hey beautiful, I'm home." He whispered.Aiden's fingers caressed my skin, his touch a mixture of passion and possession. His lips trailed soft passionate kisses along my neck, and brushed against my ear. But I felt nothing; nothing at all. No spark, no flame, no desire."I miss you...miss your scent so fuck...
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