Ophelia Lewis, a privileged young woman, had her world shattered when she lost her father in a tragic accident. With her stepmother and jealous stepsister, Samara, scheming against her, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Kent to secure her place as CEO of Lewis & Hale. However, betrayal strikes when she finds Kent and Samara in an intimate moment. Humiliated and cast out of her own company, Ophelia speeds away—only to fall victim to a rigged car accident orchestrated by Samara. She wakes up in a hospital, saved by strangers, only to discover she is pregnant. Determined to take back her life, Ophelia fakes her death, undergoes plastic surgery, and reinvents herself. Her plan? To infiltrate the business world, reclaim her company, and exact revenge. Her journey leads her to Aaron Donovan, a ruthless billionaire with a dark past. He hires Ophelia, unaware of her true identity. Their working relationship is a battlefield of clashing egos, yet undeniable chemistry ignites between them. As she rises in the corporate world, fate intervenes—Aaron’s company merges with Lewis & Hale, bringing Ophelia face-to-face with her enemies. As secrets unravel, Ophelia’s presence unsettles Samara, who senses familiarity but fails to uncover the truth—until she stumbles upon hospital records. A deadly game begins as Samara orchestrates the kidnapping of Ophelia’s son, Caleb. In a tense showdown, betrayal and bullets fly. Kent meets his end, and Ophelia finally puts an end to Samara’s reign of terror. Three months later, Aaron proposes, sealing their bond. As a final act of love, he gifts Ophelia ownership of Lewis & Hale—the company that was once stolen from her. With vengeance fulfilled and love found, Ophelia steps into a future she fought to reclaim.
View MoreOphelia’s POV The days following my engagement to Aaron were nothing short of magical. It felt like the universe had finally smiled upon me, after everything I had endured. The nightmares of the past—Samara, Kent, the danger to Caleb—seemed to drift farther away with each passing day, replaced by something far more beautiful: the chance to build a future, a future filled with love, joy, and the promise of new beginnings. Aaron and I had taken to spending even more time together as we prepared for our wedding and the launch of my new business. Caleb, too, was more content than I’d ever seen him. It was as though the wounds of the past were healing, replaced by an undeniable sense of peace and happiness. One Saturday morning, I woke up early, as I often did, to find the soft rays of the sun filtering through the curtains of our bedroom. I smiled to myself as I turned over to see Aaron, still peacefully asleep beside me. His features were relaxed, the lines of tension from earlier m
Ophelia’s POV Three months. It had been three months since everything turned upside down. Three months since the nightmare ended with the death of Samara and Kent’s final betrayal. Three months since Caleb and I were rescued from their grasp, and Aaron had stepped into our lives in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. I leaned against the window of Aaron’s penthouse, watching the city lights shimmer below. The hustle and bustle of the world outside felt so distant now, like a memory I wasn’t sure I wanted to revisit. The pain and chaos of the past were slowly fading into the background, and the future—my future—was taking shape in ways I never thought possible. I glanced over at Caleb, who was playing with his toys in the living room. He was laughing—genuinely laughing—like he hadn’t in a long time. The last few months had been transformative for both of us. Caleb had his moments of fear and uncertainty, but with Aaron’s unwavering support, he was slowly finding his joy again. And
Ophelia’s POV The room fell into a stunned silence after the shot rang out. The echo of the gunfire hung in the air like a cruel reminder of everything I had been through. Samara lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes wide open in disbelief, the blood pooling around her neck. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was over. It was finally over. But as I stared at Samara’s lifeless body, something inside me broke. I had fought so hard to get to this point, to protect Caleb, to get my life back. And yet, all I felt in that moment was emptiness. “Ophelia!” a voice broke through my fog of thoughts. I turned to see Aaron rushing toward me, his face pale and his eyes filled with concern. Behind him, the SWAT officers were securing the area, making sure everything was under control. But it was Aaron who I needed, his presence grounding me in the chaos. He stopped in front of me, taki
Ophelia’s POV The air inside the car felt thick with tension as I drove toward the hideout, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. Each word of Samara’s voice still echoed in my mind. The threats. The mockery. How naïve she thought I was, how helpless she believed me to be. But I wasn’t helpless anymore. I wasn’t that same girl who had been caught in her web of lies. I had changed. I had Aaron now—someone who would do anything to protect me. But even as I repeated this to myself, the sinking feeling in my chest wouldn’t disappear. The thought of Caleb—my son—kept pushing me forward. He was out there, trapped, with Samara and Kent. I couldn’t afford to be weak. I couldn’t let them break me again. I knew I was walking into a trap, but it didn’t matter. Caleb needed me. There was no other choice. I pulled into the abandoned warehouse where Samara had directed me. The place was desolate, the windows boarded up, and the area surrounding it looked abandoned for years. My
Ophelia’s POV As Aaron stepped inside the house, his presence immediately grounded me. I could feel the weight of the tension in the air, the fear and the uncertainty pressing against me. But there was something about him—something steady in the way he looked at me—that reassured me. We would get through this. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Caleb. I watched as Aaron moved through the living room, scanning the space with a sharp, calculating look. His eyes swept over everything with a precision that made me feel safe, even though the dread in my chest didn’t subside. “Caleb’s upstairs,” I said, my voice shaking slightly as I motioned toward the staircase. “He was fine when I last checked.” But my instincts, which had been on high alert ever since Samara’s call, urged me to move faster. I didn’t like the stillness in the house. It was too quiet, too calm, like something was about to shatter. “I’ll go check on him,” Aaron said, his tone firm. But I was already heading for
Ophelia’s POV The night was dark, far darker than it had any right to be, considering the late hour. I sat on the couch, my phone resting on the coffee table, my fingers twitching as I glanced nervously at it. I had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. Caleb was asleep upstairs, unaware of the growing danger that loomed over us. Aaron had left to take care of some business—he’d insisted on handling things alone, as much as I hated the idea. But I knew he was trying to protect me, to keep me from spiraling. Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was coming, and we weren’t ready. The house felt too quiet, too still, the air heavy with tension. Every small noise made me jump, and I was hyperaware of the faint creaks of the house settling. My thoughts constantly circled back to Samara. I had barely heard from her after the confrontation in the park, and that should have been a relief. But instead, it left a strange unease crawling under my skin. I knew she wa
Ophelia’s POV The weight of the situation pressed down on me like a thousand tons. Samara’s words replayed in my mind, her voice filled with malice and promises of torment. Caleb. She wanted him, and I had no idea what lengths she would go to in order to get him. Every second felt like it was slipping away from me, and I could feel my anxiety creeping up. Aaron’s arms were around me, holding me close, but his grip felt like a lifeline. The sense of calm I felt being in his arms was short-lived. I needed to act, and I needed to act fast. “Aaron, she’s serious,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “She knows too much. She knows about Caleb’s… about his father, and she’s threatening to hurt him if I don’t give him up.” Aaron’s eyes darkened as he listened to me, his brow furrowed in anger. “She’s gone too far this time, Ophelia. We can’t just sit back and let her take him.” “I can’t lose him, Aaron,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “I can’t lose my son. Not again.” Aaron’s ex
Ophelia’s POV The air was thick with tension. I could feel the weight of it hanging over me like a dark cloud, pressing in from all sides. It had been a few days since Aaron’s declaration of commitment, and I had allowed myself to relax, to let my guard down—just a little. Caleb and I had started to settle into a routine that felt right, and Aaron had become an integral part of our little family. It was easy to forget, for brief moments, that there were still ghosts of the past lurking in the shadows. But no matter how hard I tried to move forward, they always seemed to catch up with me. Samara, especially, had been a constant thorn in my side. I’d heard rumors, whispers of her movements, but nothing concrete. I knew she was still out there, somewhere, plotting and scheming, but I hadn’t expected her to make her move this soon. The message arrived unexpectedly. My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a name I hadn’t seen in years. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it,
Ophelia’s POV The weeks that followed were both a whirlwind and a blessing. With Caleb settling into a new routine at school and Aaron continuing to be a constant support, I found myself falling deeper into a rhythm I hadn’t thought possible. I had never imagined that, after everything I had been through, I could feel this safe again. But with Aaron by my side, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in years. Work, too, had become more manageable. As the new manager and assistant to Aaron, I had begun taking on more responsibilities, and surprisingly, I was thriving. The decision to promote me had come as a shock at first, but as I settled into the role, I realized just how much I was capable of. Aaron had faith in me, and I was determined not to let him—or myself—down. Still, there were moments when the weight of my past threatened to resurface. It was hard not to feel the sting of Samara’s betrayal, or the constant reminder of Kent’s attempts to control everything in my lif
I wished I were dead. I wished I'd sustained a brain injury, or better—had found myself in an alternate universe in order to explain why my husband was hunched over my sister, railing her from behind.The mugs of coffee I carried dropped to the floor and shattered, alerting the two unholy lovebirds to my presence. My husband, Kent, turned sharply and gasped. “Lia?” He hastily pulled his up his boxers to cover himself. My attention switched to Samara who looked away and quietly adjusted her dress. “Why are you avoiding my gaze, Samara. Why not look at me?”She continued to keep her eyes away from me. Even as Kent approached me, I couldn't stop looking at Samara. The weight of what I'd discovered was too much to bear. “Lia,” Kent started with a calm voice. “I can explain.”I chuckled. The fact tears weren't pouring from my eyes surprised me. It just goes to show how unbelievable this situation was. Kent and Samara together in my office. I nodded. ‘“Go on. Tell me something I don't...
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