Venessa was always the picture of innocence—a sweet, gentle soul who never knew the dark truth that kept her alive. As a child, she was involved in a tragic accident that left another girl, Sophia, fighting for her life. But a powerful, heartless billionaire had a deal to make, one that would change everything. In exchange for Sophia’s heart, her life would be traded away so that Venessa, dying from a congenital heart defect, could survive. Fast forward years later, and Venessa has grown into a beautiful young woman, blissfully unaware of the dark secret that beats inside her chest. But when Alex, a charming yet cold billionaire, entered into a contractual marriage with her , things start to unravel. Venessa is swept up in a romance with the man who, unbeknownst to her, is the son of the man responsible for her father’s untimely death. As their love deepens, Venessa uncovers a devastating truth: the heart that keeps her alive is the heart of Alex’s first love—Sophia, the very girl she unknowingly doomed. And Alex? He’s now torn between a love that could heal him and a betrayal that could destroy them both. In a tale of passion, secrets, and vengeance, Venessa and Alex must navigate a twisted fate neither of them ever saw coming. Will love conquer all, or will the truth tear them apart?
View MoreVenessa’s POV: The soft click of my heels echoed through the grand hallway as I made my way down the stairs. The mansion seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions, the marble floors gleaming beneath the low lights. Everything here felt too big, too cold—yet, somehow, too perfect. It was the kind of place I never thought I’d step foot in, let alone call home. As I descended, I found myself grappling with the weight of it all. The reality was starting to set in—Alex’s world was not my world. The mansion, the power, the control—it all belonged to him. And I was a mere bystander, trying to keep up. I turned the corner and saw the dining room at the end of the hallway. The long table was lit with elegant candlelight, casting a soft glow that almost made the room seem less imposing. But my heart still raced as I walked closer, drawn to the table by the sounds of soft music and the subtle clinking of utensils. And then I saw him. Alex. He sat at the head of the table, his pos
Venessa’s POV….. As the car rolled through the gates and up the long driveway, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The mansion stood before me like a colossal, gleaming monolith, its sheer size almost incomprehensible. I’d seen mansions in magazines and on TV, but nothing could have prepared me for this—this living, breathing structure of opulence. The mansion was an architectural masterpiece. From the outside, it resembled something out of a fairytale or a history book, a grand palace of sorts. The facade was a stunning mix of sleek, modern glass and ornate classical design. Tall columns framed the massive front entrance, and the roofline was dotted with intricate carvings that seemed to tell stories I would never understand. The marble driveway was immaculate, the kind of flawless surface that reflected the perfect light of the setting sun. But it wasn’t just the architecture that took my breath away. It was the sheer scale of the place, the way it loomed over everything, castin
Alex’s POV… The drive to the mansion was eerily quiet. The kind of silence that lingered between us, neither comforting nor suffocating, but somewhere in between. Venessa sat across from me, her hands clutching the jacket tightly around her, like it was a lifeline, a shield. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker toward me, studying me in the way only someone who was unsure of everything could. She was trying to figure me out—trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle that was my life. I almost found it amusing, the way she kept darting glances at me, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my gaze fixed on the road, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. My thoughts wandered as I observed her from the corner of my eye. Fragile, uncertain, yet somehow resilient—there was something about her that made me want to push her, test her limits, just to see how far I could go before I broke her. But another part of me, the part I didn’t like to admit, wanted to protect he
Alex’s POV.. I stepped away from the bed, trying to steady myself after the chaos that had just unfolded. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort that had settled in my chest. I needed to put some distance between us—especially after what had just happened. Venessa was still sitting there, her tear-streaked face turned toward me as I made my way toward the door. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, despite my insistence that I hadn’t done anything wrong. I needed to get out of the room for a moment. I needed to think. Before I stepped out, though, I glanced back at her, my voice gruff. “Get dressed. We’re going to the mansion. I’ll be waiting outside.” I didn’t give her time to respond, not that I expected any. It wasn’t like I had much patience for this emotional mess right now. The reality of what we were doing, the contract, the marriage—it was all starting to feel like too much. But I had made my choice. I had
Alex’s POV: It was her crying that woke me up. I’m not sure how long I’d been out, but the sound of soft, pitiful sobs pierced through my sleep. My eyes snapped open, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clouding my mind. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming—Venessa crying? That didn’t make any sense. She was the type to never break down, at least not in front of me. I turned to face her, and there she was—curled up beside me, her body shaking as the sobs wracked through her. What the hell? I blinked, trying to process the situation. Was she hurt? Was something wrong? “Venessa?” I croaked, my voice rough from sleep. I reached out a hand to brush her hair out of her face, but she didn’t even flinch. She just kept crying, louder this time, like she was caught in some kind of emotional storm I couldn’t understand. I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it. I wasn’t good with tears. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what to do with them. I felt like I was supposed to comfort he
Alex POV…. I walked into the house after a long day of dealing with the business side of things. The silence felt almost oppressive, like the weight of everything pressing down on me. The day had been full of reports, meetings, and decisions, but there was something else, something more… personal, that I couldn’t shake. Venessa. I had been thinking about her more than I cared to admit. I had kept her in the room all day, her freedom confined by my command. My instructions were clear: she wasn’t to leave. Not until I said so. It was part of my control, part of the plan. She had signed the contract, and now she was mine, but I didn’t want her out of my sight. Not just yet. I made my way down the hallway toward her room, the heavy silence around me only amplifying the soft, rhythmic sound of my footsteps. As I reached the door, I could see a sliver of light escaping from beneath it. She was still in there. When I pushed the door open, I froze. Venessa was curled up on the bed
Alex POV….. I took a step back myself, moving away from her in a calculated way, my eyes following her retreating figure. I couldn’t stand to be too close for much longer, not when every inch of her was a temptation I couldn’t give in to just yet. My gaze flicked toward the desk across the room where the contract still sat, the document that now bound her to me. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked over to the desk, her sharp gaze burning through the air, but I didn’t acknowledge her. She didn’t deserve my attention right now—not when the contract was the thing that truly mattered. The room felt colder as I approached the desk. I reached for the contract, my fingers brushing the paper, and I picked it up with deliberate slowness, examining the fine print, my thumb grazing over her signature. My gaze fell on the words again—her name, written in ink, irrevocably marking her place in my world. It wasn’t just a piece of paper anymore. It was her—a piece of her that would never be f
Alex POV…. The silence hung between us like a thick fog, suffocating, almost unbearable. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, and yet I didn’t want to move. She was standing there, still holding the towel tightly around herself, her body tense, the anger in her eyes unmistakable. But beneath that anger, I could see the cracks. She was scared—scared of what had happened, scared of what was coming next. It unsettled me. For all her bravado, for all her fire, she was vulnerable. And I didn’t know how to handle that. “You’re still holding on to that towel like it’s your shield,” I said, my voice calm, detached. It felt like the right thing to say, though it wasn’t. I could see the way her grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. She was terrified. And I had just made it worse. “Why does it matter?” she snapped, her voice a little more brittle this time. “Why do you care if I cover myself or not?” I didn’t have an answer for her, not really. She was right—she
Alex POV….I stood silently in the doorway, watching her.Venessa.She didn’t know I was there, but I couldn’t look away. Her figure, still wrapped in a towel, was so captivating, I found myself rooted to the spot. I had always been focused on the contract, on the power I wielded, but now… I was focused on her.She was standing in front of the mirror, eyes staring blankly at her own reflection, her hands absently running through her damp silver hair. I hadn’t expected this—didn’t even know she had this side to her. I had seen her before, always in those modest clothes, the ones she thought would keep her hidden, protect her. But now, seeing her in nothing but that thin towel, my breath hitched.Her body… it was everything I hadn’t anticipated.I had known she was attractive—hell, it was impossible not to notice her—but this was different. She was more than attractive. She was dangerous. Those curves I’d never noticed before were there, hidden beneath layers of fabric, but now I saw th
Venessa Hunt sat at the corner table in the crowded cafeteria, her fingers lightly tapping against the edge of her untouched tray. The clatter of trays, the murmur of voices, and the hum of overhead lights filled the space around her, but it all felt distant. She barely noticed the noise, too consumed by the icy silence across the table. Alex Graystone, the man sitting opposite her, looked nothing like a typical billionaire. He was a vision of cold precision, his tailored black suit cutting an almost impervious silhouette against the chaos of the cafeteria. His dark eyes locked onto hers, empty of warmth, calculating, as though she were just another business deal, a formality to be processed. He didn’t smile. Didn’t flinch. His expression was one of total indifference, his gaze piercing yet vacant, like a predator watching a prey he wasn’t quite interested in but knew he could capture without effort. There was no admiration, no warmth. His features were flawless, handsome in a way th...
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