BLURB Aurora Tempest has it all. She's the CEO of Tempest holdings, a billionaire and a loving wife. Her life is perfect until she is betrayed. Poisoned by her beloved husband Dorian who cheated on her with his “cousin”, Aurora dies a violent death. When she wakes up two years before and finds she's been granted a second chance to do it all again, Aurora promises revenge. Her husband and his girlfriend—she will ruin them all and finally get the love she deserves. But the road to revenge is never easy and Aurora might've gotten more than she can handle.
Lihat lebih banyakSitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.She had portrayed the loyal wife, the unflappable CEO, and the respectable public figure for years. But treachery had grown like a cancer behind the flawless exterior. The covert looks, the subtle touches, and the whispered secrets had turned into her silent suffering. That pain would be turned into strength tonight. Aurora took a long, trembling breath and pressed "Send."In an instant, the anonymous press release
Aurora has either lost her mind or my ears are no longer working correctly. Because I swear I heard her just say, “Help me break my marriage.” I know something has happened. After her surprise call to the cafe—A day I've been unable to get out of my head. I know her dead weight husband had done something. I just didn't know how serious it is. For Aurora to barge into my office, with red puffy eyes and a determined expression. She's serious but it's going to take sometime getting used to. I close my computer, rise from my chair slowly, and steer her into a seat, before shutting the door. Fetching a glass of water, I press it into her hands and perch on the edge of my desk. “Talk to me.” She wasn't making much sense that day in the cafe and I'm hoping she'll make more sense now. She heaves like she's about to cry but no tears drop from her eyes. I fold my arms to keep from touching her and waiting patiently. I hate seeing her sad or unhappy. I've made it a mission to make her
“Aurora!” “Greg!” The small pudgy man squeezes me in a hug, laughing happily as he lets me go. “It's so good to see you.” “You too.” We sit down at the table on the rooftop of a fancy restaurant, with a wide city view and cool afternoon winds.“After our business last year, I didn't think I'll see you again. I hope there's nothing wrong with the firewall.” Concern flashes in Greg's eyes.The man prides himself in having the best cyber security system and a flaw firewall might give him a heart attack. “No, no,” I swiftly assure him. “Best investment I made. I'm here on a different matter. A personal matter.” Greg’s demeanour instantly changes into serious business. “Go on.” “A man applied for a remote working position in your firm. Dorian...Tempest.” A light frown settles on Greg's face as he pulls out his phone and calls his secretary. After a minute to confirm, Greg hangs up and beams at me. “Yes. Dorian Tempest. He's your husband right? You don't have to worry. I'll give h
I wake up with a start. My dream had been of Dorian walking away from me while I died. There was so much blood. I let out a soft breath and extricate myself from his arms, pushing away thoughts for the dream.He mumbles something, rolls over and continues his sleep. Revulsion burns my skin as recollections of the night we had plays in my mind. I have to, I remind myself. Dorian must never suspect. I slip on my robe and take his phone from the nightstand. With a last glance to make sure he's still fast asleep, I enter the bathroom quietly and lock the door. I have three objectives to get my revenge. Remove him from as beneficiary to my wealth and life insurance. Divorce him. And make sure he bends up in prison. I know it's not going to be easy but I'm prepared. I unlock his phone, feeling ashamed at how happy it had made me when he told me his passwords assuring me he had nothing to hide. I was happy to trust him. Now it makes me equally angry. Sylas has been right not to
“I missed you darling.” Dorian rushes me, squeezing me in a hug I want no part of. I let him hold me for a few more seconds, before distancing myself when I felt his hand start to stray below my waist. “You were gone for such a long time. Everything alright at work?” I nod, moving into the kitchen. “Everything is fine.” He follows, his voice dropping to something I once used to find sexy. “I so desperately want you.” Hatred and anger clouds my judgement for a second and I almost throw a fork at him. “Shut the hell up, Dorian,” I snap. My eye widens as shock crosses his face. I quickly backtrack with a tired sigh. “Sorry, I’m just tired.” He chuckles dryly. “No problem. Your mother called. She said you weren’t picking up and you should give her a call.” My Mother is alive! From how violently I’d died, it skipped my mind that she was actually not dead. That the drunk driver that had killed her a few months after my wedding hasn’t happened. “I’ll go call her now.” I leave the ki
Breathtaking is the word that comes to mind when I spot Aurora enter the cafe. Her red curls bounce around her as her icy blue eyes search the place for me. I take a few more seconds to just admire her. How effortless she looks in simple jeans and a shirt. How radiant her skins glows. My heart swells and thoughts run wild in my head. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about another man’s wife. I lift a hand to catch her attention. Her face breaks into the most affectionate smile that makes my breath hitch when she sees me. She hurries over and I stand to greet her. Only to go rigid as she throws her arms around me. “Sylas,” she says. Her voice is like a siren’s call, tempting me to want her to repeat my name. Then the surprising situation hits me. Why is she here and not with her husband? She had taken a week off for her honeymoon, so her call was the last thing I was expecting. I step back without hugging her back and my eyes reflexively narrow. “What’s wrong?” Has her deadweight husb
I jerk up with a scream. Light floods my vision and I’m momentarily blinded. Behind my closed eyes, stark images assault me. My near-death replays vividly, even when my eyes fly open I see it. To my greatest surprise, I’m not in a hospital. I recognize the large windows and white walls—I’m back home. “Honey, are you okay?” I look up to see Dorian rushing in. My immediate instinct is to shrink away. Dorian is here! But how? What did he tell Sylas? Do the police not suspect him for trying to kill him? That would explain why I’m back home. Whatever story he told them, they must’ve believed him. He has brought me back to finish what he started. “Stay the hell away from me!” I shriek. Dorian stops cold. His expression changes into fear and confusion. “Darling, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” “Don’t act clueless, Dorian. You evil man! You won’t get away with this.” I push back further when he advances toward the bed.“Aurora, I don’t know what—” “I’ll call the police. I’ll tel
My world has shattered like glass. My chest locks with pain and I grip the door frame to avoid falling over. Dorian and his cousin, Bianca. They stare at me in horror but nothing else, like I’ve interrupted something I shouldn’t have. My mouth opens and closes without words. Pain lances through my head and I can’t tell if it’s from my sickness or the ache in my heart. “Aurora, what are you doing back so early?” Dorian gets off his knees and his cousin slips off the kitchen counter and adjusts her dress—my dress. She’s in my clothes. “You’re cheating on me with your cousin?” my voice come flat and hollow. There’s an offbeat to the rhythm of my racing heart. From beside him, Bianca scoffs. “Do you really believe that?” I stare at her in disbelief and she throws her head back and laughs. “Oh you stupid fool.” Her face twists into a wicked sneer. She turns to Dorian, “No wonder she’s such an easy target.” Target? Before I can ask what she means by that, my body seizes up again. Th
I’m sick—that much is true. What I thought was the flu or a flyby cold has turned out to be something more. My body seizes suddenly and I cough violently into the handkerchief. My eyes widen with fear when I pull away the material and find it stained with blood. “Aurora, are you alright?” I don’t turn immediately. Quickly, I fold up the handkerchief and stash it away in my pocket. A smile spreads on my face as I face Sylas. “I’m fine.” He approaches me, his emerald eyes softening with concern. “Are you sure? You don’t look so good.” I nod, forcing my smile to look more assuring even as I feel the fatigue spreading across my body. “Just a little cough. I think I caught something.” He gives me a disbelieving look. “It didn’t sound like a little cough just now.” After being friends and partners for close to a decade, he knows me more than anyone else in this building. I lift my shoulders and square my face to hide my tiredness. He stops a foot away from me, the afternoon sun ligh
I’m sick—that much is true. What I thought was the flu or a flyby cold has turned out to be something more. My body seizes suddenly and I cough violently into the handkerchief. My eyes widen with fear when I pull away the material and find it stained with blood. “Aurora, are you alright?” I don’t turn immediately. Quickly, I fold up the handkerchief and stash it away in my pocket. A smile spreads on my face as I face Sylas. “I’m fine.” He approaches me, his emerald eyes softening with concern. “Are you sure? You don’t look so good.” I nod, forcing my smile to look more assuring even as I feel the fatigue spreading across my body. “Just a little cough. I think I caught something.” He gives me a disbelieving look. “It didn’t sound like a little cough just now.” After being friends and partners for close to a decade, he knows me more than anyone else in this building. I lift my shoulders and square my face to hide my tiredness. He stops a foot away from me, the afternoon sun ligh...
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