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 POV…I woke up slowly, the soft weight of sleep still heavy on my mind, and a dull ache pulsing in my chest. It wasn’t the kind of wakefulness I was used to—quick and sharp, with the pressing responsibilities of my day-to-day life. No, this felt like I was emerging from some kind of fog, as if I had been in a deep, dreamless sleep for hours.I blinked, adjusting my blurry vision, and then scanned my surroundings.Nothing was familiar. The room was not the cold, barren place I had been in last night, but instead, an expansive, luxurious space that was far beyond anything I had imagined. Soft, muted tones of cream and gray surrounded me, giving the room a warm, inviting feel, despite its size. The walls were adorned with abstract art that looked expensive, the light from the large windows spilling in, bathing the room in soft golden hues. The bed beneath me was a plush, king-sized thing, the sheets so silky they almost felt like they were caressing my skin. I could feel the coo
Her breath came in shallow, pained gasps, and she instinctively leaned into him, gripping his arm for support, her fingers trembling. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered through clenched teeth, trying to push away the discomfort.But Alex wasn’t convinced. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “Are you sure you’re fine? You’re not acting like it.”“I said I’m fine,” she repeated, her voice more insistent now, though strained. “Please, don’t call a doctor.”Alex frowned, still watching her carefully. Something wasn’t right. Why was she refusing help?Without thinking, he reached down and scooped her up into his arms, his movements sharp, as if he were afraid she might collapse in front of him. Venessa’s body was light, fragile, and as he cradled her against his chest, she instinctively buried her face into his shirt. Her hands were limp at her sides, her head resting against his shoulder.Her body was burning with feverish heat. He felt the sweat beginning to form on her fore
The soft, rhythmic clatter of pots and pans filled the quiet dining room. Alex stood at the stove, his movements methodical, almost mechanical as he prepared the meal. It wasn’t a lavish spread; far from it. He kept it simple—just enough to satisfy, nothing more. A gentle, delicate soup simmered on the stove, the aroma of chicken and vegetables filling the room. The soup was light, easy to digest, with soft pieces of tender chicken and carrots that floated lazily in the broth. There was a small serving of mashed potatoes on the side, creamy and smooth, seasoned lightly with just a pinch of salt. The meal was balanced—nothing too rich, nothing that could aggravate. It was the kind of meal that someone with a heart condition could manage, though he didn’t know about Venessa’s illness.He arranged the meal carefully on a plate, placing a small bowl of soup and a spoon next to it. His movements were slow, measured—as though each step he took was deliberate, as though he could feel the we
Alex POV…. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” The finality in my voice seemed to freeze the air between us. Venessa’s eyes shot up to mine, and for a moment, I saw the same defiance that had once made her so untouchable. But this time, it was different. She was breaking, and I could feel it. She didn’t speak immediately, but her fists clenched at her sides as she took a step forward, as if to challenge me. The tension in the room grew thick, choking us both. Then, without warning, her voice rang out, sharp and trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why do you need me? Can’t you just let me go? I hate you.” The words stung. They cut deeper than I was willing to admit. I stood still, absorbing her fury, but her hatred didn’t have the effect she was hoping for. It only made me more determined. More resolute. Her words barely had time to hang in the air before she raised her weak hands and slammed them—one after another—into my chest, her small fists landing with little f
Alex POV…..Her eyes flickered for a second, betraying the fear she was desperately trying to mask. She opened her mouth, but no words came. It was almost as if she was trying to come up with something that wouldn’t make everything worse, but she couldn’t. She knew what she had done. She knew I wouldn’t let this go.She backed up toward the wall, her body pressed against it like she was trying to escape the heat radiating off of me, but I was too close now. I was too close for her to run.“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath was shaky, and I saw the way her chest rose and fell erratically.I stood there, inches away from her now. My face was a mask of cold fury, but inside, the anger was boiling, rising, threatening to consume me. “The last words he said to you,” I repeated slowly, my voice deliberate, like I was savoring each word. “Happy birthday, baby girl.”Her breath hitched. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. And when she fina
Alex POV….As I moved through the corridors, my footsteps quiet on the plush carpet, I could already feel my heart beating faster. I wasn’t sure what I’d say to her, or how I’d even approach her after everything she saw last night. I could tell by the way she’d avoided me all day, But I couldn’t help myself. I had to know.When I was just a few doors down from her room, I stopped. I could hear it—the faint sound of her laughter. It was beautiful. I hadn’t heard her laugh like before . For a moment, I just stood there, leaning against the wall, listening. There was something about it that stirred something deep inside me. It was like a secret I hadn’t known she’d been keeping from me, a side of her I had never said.And then, curiosity got the better of me.I moved closer to the door, my pulse quickening with each step. I didn’t know what to expect, but I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to know what had made her so happy. What was it that was making her laugh like that?But as I stood jus
It was already late in the evening, and Venessa was feeling the exhaustion creeping up her spine. She hadn’t eaten anything since the early morning hours, and her heart condition had made the day feel heavier than usual. Despite the sharp pangs of hunger, she managed to keep her spirits up. A little distraction never hurt, and she figured a video call with Elliot would be the perfect way to unwind.Venessa sat up in bed, carefully propping her phone up above her knees. She lifted her legs, letting them rest comfortably as she adjusted herself to make sure her face was well-lit by the soft glow of her phone screen. She tapped the screen, and within moments, Elliot’s face appeared, his familiar smile instantly brightening the screen.“Hey, stranger,” Venessa said softly, her voice hoarse but warm. “Long time, huh?”Elliot’s face lit up, and he leaned in closer to the camera. “Hey, you! I thought you’d disappeared on me or something,” he teased, his voice playful. “Where are you? This
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the maid who had been with Alex the night before. The maid stood before her, a polite smile on her face, holding a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast pastries. "Good morning, Miss Venessa," the maid said, her voice soft and respectful. "I brought you some breakfast." Venessa's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the maid. She couldn't help but wonder if the maid had been sent to spy on her, or if she was just being paranoid. "Thank you," Venessa said finally, taking the tray from the maid. "I appreciate it." The maid nodded and turned to leave, but Venessa called out to her. "Wait," she said. "What's your name?" The maid turned back to her, a hint of surprise on her face. "My name is Sophia, Miss Venessa," she replied. Venessa nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not asking sooner. "Thank you, Sophia," she said. "I'll make sure to remember your name." Sophia smiled and nodded, before turning and disa
Alex, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire, stood in the center of the room, his back against the wall and his pants unzipped. One of the maids, a petite woman with a timid expression, was on her knees before him. Her hands were working deftly, freeing his erect member. The soft light in the room danced across Alex's chiseled features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the tense muscles in his neck. Venessa's eyes widened as she took in the sight. She felt a wave of shock wash over her, followed by a creeping sense of fascination. Alex's eyes were closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy, as the maid's lips wrapped around his shaft. The sound of her gentle sucking and Alex's low, husky moans filled the air, creating a sensual melody that seemed to reverberate deep within Venessa's chest. Venessa felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't fully grasp what she was seeing - was this even a thing? The maid's movements were so deliberate
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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