Kaia Gold’s carefully planned life falls apart on the eve of her wedding. Desperate for freedom from her family’s control and happily celebrating her last night of spinsterhood, she impulsively marries a mysterious stranger she meets at a lounge. But that’s the least of her worries when she catches her fiancé's shocking betrayal with her nemesis. When Kaia tries to annul her flash marriage, she discovers that this partnership could offer her independence while granting him freedom. She proposes they stay married for six months, a proposition Blaze accepts, setting strict terms and insisting on a formal contract. Blaze Black, the aloof heir of the influential Black family, once lost his childhood love to an accident and is forced by his family to marry the adopted sister. Haunted by his past, Blaze sees his marriage to Kaia as a way to silence family pressures, using Kaia as a substitute for his lost love. To Kaia’s shock, her fresh start lands her a job at Blaze’s company, where he insists, she also serves as his assistant with a mouth-watering offer she cannot refuse. Sparks fly as Kaia’s fierce spirit chips away at Blaze’s guarded heart, while their close quarters ignite an attraction. Soon, Kaia’s journey grows complicated as she faces envious rivals, family secrets, and a haunting realization of her true heritage. As Blaze’s feelings intensify, their marriage of convenience deepens, uniting them against betrayal and unveiling Kaia’s place as the true Silver heiress—and the woman destined to claim Blaze’s heart.
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CHAPTER 1
My head throbbed, each beat matching the slow, pulsing ache behind my eyes as I squinted against the morning light pouring into the hotel room.
I reached for my phone, hoping to check the time, but froze at the sight of an unread message. Blinking, I rubbed my temples, half afraid of what awaited me.
"Congratulations on your marriage. Here's your wedding picture. Happy married life!"
My heart skipped, and I bolted upright, instantly regretting the movement as nausea washed over me.
With trembling fingers, I opened the attachment.
There it was—a photo of me and a tall man, his face shadowed, holding a marriage certificate.
I was laughing, eyes slightly glazed, looking deliriously happy, even if I could barely recognize myself.
"This has to be a mistake."
Panic rushed through me as the events of last night trickled back—the music, the drinks, the stranger who seemed to understand my every unspoken word, the wild thrill of something forbidden, something I should have avoided but didn't.
And somehow, somewhere down the drunkenness, a marriage certificate.
My hands shook as I scrolled back to the message's sender. I dialed the number, fingers clumsy as dread pooled in my stomach. A woman's voice answered on the other end.
"Good morning, Mrs. Gold," she greeted cheerfully, oblivious to my panic.
"Uh… hi. I need some help. The man in the photo with me... could you give me his contact number?"
There was a brief pause as if checking with my words and wondering why I wouldn't have my husband's number before she replied, "Of course. Just a moment."
Seconds later, a new number popped up on my screen. Heart racing, I dialled, praying for some miracle explanation, some easy way out.
The line clicked, and a deep, velvety cold voice broke the silence. "Who is this?"
The chill in his tone made me momentarily forget why I'd called. I cleared my throat, forcing out the words. "This is… Kaia. Kaia Gold. I'm, um, the woman you married last night?"
Silence.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, he sighed, sounding more irritated than surprised. "What do you want?"
"I… We need to get this annulled. A divorce," I stammered, each word tumbling out faster than the last.
"Fine. Let's meet. One hour, in front of the marriage registry."
Before I could respond, the line went dead.
I exhaled, my shoulders sagging with a strange mix of relief and embarrassment. Right. Now to tell Shawn somehow.
At least I had a bit of time before our wedding to plead with him and make this right.
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Shawn's apartment was quiet as I let myself in, the faint scent of his cologne and last night's after-party lingering in the air.
My heels clicked on the floor as I navigated the familiar space, my mind scrambling for a way to explain. He would understand, right? A mistake—nothing more.
"Shawn?" I called softly, hearing no answer. Quickly, I made my way to his bedroom.
My steps slowed as I noticed a trail of clothes leading to the half-open bedroom door, a smirk tugging at the edges of my lips. Probably one of his friends playing a prank.
As I pushed the door open, a soft rustle and a familiar laugh drifted out. Before I could make anything out, a lacy red bra and already worn panties fell from the top of the door and landed on my head.
I yanked it off, the absurdity of the situation sinking in as I stared at the matching panties hanging from the doorknob.
In the dim light, I could just make out two figures on the bed, Shawn's bare back turned toward me, his arms wrapped around someone. And not just anyone. I recognized that red hair, those freckled shoulders—Summer. My nemesis.
My shock melted into fury as I threw the bra and panties at them. "Am I interrupting something?"
Shawn jerked, fumbling as he turned to look at me, his face pale and his mouth dropping open.
Summer gave a pretend gasp, but she didn't move, shamelessly clutching the sheet to her chest with a smug smile.
"Kaia! I… I can explain!" Shawn stammered, his voice filled with desperation and guilt.
"Explain?" I spat, every syllable dripping with rage. I glared at him, my hands clenched tight. I didn't know why men always felt there was an explanation for their cheating.
"You think you can explain this?" My voice grew louder, each word seething with anger as I stepped closer. "The wedding's off, Shawn. You can keep your cheap thrills and this trash." I nodded toward Summer, who gave me a snide little smirk.
Shawn reached out, trying to touch my arm, his eyes wide with pleading. "Please, Kaia. Don't overreact."
I didn't give him a chance to say more. I slapped him, the sound echoing off the walls, and he stumbled back, hand to his cheek, shock filling his eyes.
"Overreact?" I repeated, my voice cold. "We're done. I'm done." I turned on my heel, walking away with my head held high, leaving the remnants of our engagement—and my broken heart—behind me.
The clock read 8:00 a.m. I had a meeting to get to and an unexpected husband to face.
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Forty minutes later, I stood in front of the marriage registry, the morning chill seeping through my thin jacket. My heart hammered as I saw him—the stranger from last night.
He stood by the steps, hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze unreadable as it settled on me. Blaze. That was his name, I vaguely remembered.
He looked at me, his face as stoic as it had been over the phone. "You're here for the annulment."
I nodded, but as the words formed on my lips, something stopped me. A strange feeling, one I couldn't quite name. I swallowed, choosing my words carefully. "Actually, I had a different idea. What if we... kept the marriage?"
One of his eyebrows lifted slightly, a glimmer of surprise breaking his icy demeanour. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
Heat flushed my cheeks, but I held my ground, refusing to let him intimidate me. Rather than answer, I changed the topic. "Six months. Just long enough to get my life sorted. It can be mutually beneficial. No complications."
Blaze gave a short, humourless chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "This morning you were hell-bent on an annulment and now what? Can't go without me for a few hours, can you?"
My cheeks burnt as a flash of anger flared. This was a mistake. What was I hoping for with this rude, stoic man?
"Forget it. We can just go inside and get this over with." I turned to walk toward the registry door, ready to end this farce of a marriage.
Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, his fingers closing around my wrist. He tugged me back, just enough to make me stop and meet his gaze, which was suddenly sharper, almost intense.
"Wait," he said in a low voice. "I…" There was a brief hesitation. "I accept your proposal." I blinked, not believing my ears. "But only for six months. And we'll do this my way, with terms."
I glanced down at his grip on my wrist, my skin tingling beneath his touch. "Fine," I muttered, pulling free from his hold and meeting his cold stare head-on. "I'm ready. What are your conditions?"
Blaze's lips twitched, almost a smirk, as he replied, "We'll sign a contract with terms that protect us both. You'll stay in my home, play the role of dutiful wife and have no outside... entanglements during the duration of the contract."
I swallowed, the reality of what I'd suggested sinking in. This was no longer a spontaneous decision made in the haze of last night. This was calculated. This was real.
"Alright." I kept my voice steady. "Let's get the contract ready, then I'll sign."
He gave a single nod, and together, we walked away from the registry. As his cold eyes met mine one last time, I couldn't shake the feeling that this marriage, temporary or not, was only the beginning of something far more complicated than either of us could imagine.
"I'll give you my card details. Once you are ready, give the number a call and someone will be there to pick you up to my house…" I parted my lips to speak but before I could utter a word, he cut in, "but only after you sign the contract."
*************Kaia’s POVThe car ride home was mostly quiet.Blaze was at the wheel, one hand on the steering, the other occasionally tapping against his thigh. I didn’t press him for conversation. We were both exhausted. Meetings all day, back-to-back check-ins with the project team, Kayne Kyle hovering like a charming shadow I didn’t ask for.By the time we pulled into the estate, the sky was already turning dusky blue, the last traces of sunset melting into the city skyline behind us.As soon as we stepped through the front doors, we were greeted by the scent of something warm and cinnamon-sweet wafting through the air.Blaze raised a brow. “Smells like cake.”“It’s too quiet,” I muttered, glancing around the hallway. “Which means—”“She’s back,” he finished.Sure enough, when we turned the corner into the main sitting room, there she was.Grandma Black.Sitting upright and elegant in her floral-print blouse and pearls, legs crossed, a steaming cup of tea in her hand and a full spr
*****************CHAPTER 127~Author’s POV~The rooftop lounge of Seraphine, one of the city’s most exclusive members-only clubs, buzzed with low conversation and jazz humming through golden speakers. The skyline burned orange with the last of the sunset, and the air was thick with cigar smoke and quiet power.Kayne arrived just as David Mercer waved him over from a private corner booth.“Good timing,” David said smoothly, raising his glass as Kayne took the seat across from him.“I figured you'd pick somewhere dramatic,” Kayne replied with a chuckle, resting his blazer on the arm of the chair. “What are we drinking to?”“Progress.” David leaned forward, his tone was much cooler now. “And control.”Kayne raised a brow. “Sounds vague.”“Blaze is unravelling. Slowly. I’ve seen it. Ever since Kaia, he’s more emotional, more unpredictable. You showing up—getting close to her—it’s exactly what we need to keep him off balance.”Kayne smiled lazily, but his eyes sharpened. “You sound like
*****************CHAPTER 126~Author’s POV~The evening sun shone through the tall windows of Kayne Kyle’s penthouse suite, filling the space with warm light. From the top floor, the sprawling city unfolded—buildings like steel giants against a cotton-candy sky. But Kayne’s gaze was inward, fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass as his feet rested on the cool surface of the glass coffee table.The intercom’s soft buzz broke the silence. “Sir, Mr. Draven is here.”A smile touched Kayne’s lips. He stood and straightened the cuffs of his shirt. “Send him up.”Two minutes later, the door yielded, and Draven Davion entered. Dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans, his attire suggested ease, yet his presence never did. He moved with confidence into his cousin’s house while his eyes raked the surroundings. “Nice place,” Draven commented, his gaze sweeping over the penthouse a second time as though taking in anything he missed on first glance. “As expected.”Kayne chuckled, extend
*****************CHAPTER 125~Kaia’s POV~I was still sitting in the living room of my parents’ house when my phone buzzed beside me.Blaze.For a second, I considered ignoring it. My mind was still wrapped around the truth I had just uncovered. The weight of that document hadn’t left my chest since I found it.But I answered.“Kaia,” Blaze’s voice came through, warm and deep. “I was thinking… dinner tonight? Just the two of us.”I hesitated, shifting on the couch. “I don’t think—”“It doesn’t have to be anything serious,” he cut in, gently. “Just you and me. Good food. Maybe some dessert we don’t finish because I can’t keep my hands off you.”I should’ve laughed. I almost did.But something in me wasn’t ready. Not tonight. Not after everything.Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say no to him. Not when he sounded so hopeful.“I’ll meet you there,” I said quietly.Later that evening, I arrived at the restaurant he had chosen—Maison Lune, a softly lit, elegant space tucked into a quiet
*****************CHAPTER 124~Author’s POV~Eriel Black was sitting in his cozy study, gently swirling the last bit of his aged whiskey in a crystal glass. The late morning sun poured in through the tall windows, filling the room with a warm golden light, but his mind was anything but calm.Not today.He had barely finished reading through his messages when one of the housekeepers knocked softly and entered with a bow.“Sir… Miss Crystal is here. She’s waiting for you in the living room.”Eriel’s brows lifted slightly. That was fast.He stood up without a word, set his glass down on the desk, and walked down the long hallway. The housekeeper disappeared behind him as he stepped into the big living room.And there she was.Crystal sat elegantly on one of the couches like she had all the time in the world, her legs crossed, one hand casually resting on the armrest as though she hadn’t been at the centre of a brewing storm. Her smile was faint, polite… and empty.“Uncle,” she greeted s
*****************CHAPTER 123~Kaia’s POV~The soft rays of sunlight filtered into the room through the sheer curtains, casting faint golden stripes across the bed. I stirred slowly, my limbs sore and heavy, my skin still tingling from the night before.The space beside me was empty.Blaze was gone.I blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. The room still smelled like him—warm skin, spice, and something undeniably masculine. I shifted slightly, my body humming in the places he had touched, kissed, and worshipped.As the memories returned, my face heated.I remembered how his mouth felt between my legs, how he growled my name like he needed it to breathe. And when we’d both passed out, exhausted and bare, I remembered waking up sometime in the middle of the night with his face nuzzled between my breasts, his soft breath warming my skin, his lips pressing lazy kisses there as if he never wanted to leave.I smiled to myself, biting my bottom lip.But just as I reached for the covers to r
*****************CHAPTER 122~Kaia’s POV~"I... I—""Cum," Blaze ordered.His teeth sank into my clit, and his fingers curled, and that was it.The dam burst, and my entire body convulsed.My voice cracked, and my limbs went numb."Fuck!"My body convulsed, and I was shaking, twitching, and shuddering.It was never-ending, and I couldn't breathe.His mouth stayed locked, sucking, and his fingers didn't stop moving.It was too much."BLAZE!!"But, Blaze kept his mouth where it was, and his fingers were relentless, and all I could do was cry his name, over and over, until I thought I might pass out.Finally, just when I was about to lose consciousness, Blaze's mouth slowed. He kissed and sucked lightly, his fingers drawing circles on the outside of my core."Are you okay?" he whispered, his mouth leaving my clit and returning to mine.I couldn't answer. It took about two minutes for me to fully recover all the while I smiled at him."Yes. Yes, I am," I replied."Good. Now, can I have y
*****************CHAPTER 121~Kaia’s POV~Blaze's tongue pushed deeper into my mouth, and I moaned. His steps faltered, and his grip around me, tightened.My mind was racing, trying to keep up with what was happening around me. But I knew where this was going, and I didn't want to stop it.We got to my room, and he kicked the door shut, and the next second, he was on me. His lips trailed down my neck, and his hands found the front of my robe.I gasped, but Blaze just continued his trail of kisses down my chest, tugging the thin fabric open as his lips explored the curve of my breasts."Fuck," I gasped.Blaze kissed lower, down my stomach and his hands slid beneath me, squeezing my ass, kneading, pulling me up, and then he dropped me gently on the bed.I landed on the sheets and sat up, but Blaze was already kneeling in front of me, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes wild."Kaia," he whispered. "Last chance. Tell me to stop."I shook my head. "No. I don't want you to stop. Ever."He
*****************CHAPTER 120~Kaia’s POV~Dinner ended with the same polished charm it started with. I tried not to stay too late. Once we were done discussing business, I finished my meal before announcing that I wanted to take my leave. Thankfully, he wasn’t much trouble and allowed me to leave. Kayne accompanied me out of the restaurant like he had all the time in the world. The valet handed over my keys, and I walked ahead, mentally reviewing everything we had discussed. Every word. Every pause. Every calculated compliment.I stopped beside my car, turning to say a brief goodbye.“Thank you for dinner,” I said politely but guardedly.Kayne didn’t move right away. He simply stepped closer, not into my space, just near enough that I noticed. Then, with the same smooth confidence he wore like a second skin, he leaned in and kissed my cheek once, then the other.It was light, professional or formal and nothing out of control but I was still tense.He straightened and extended his h
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