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 MoreAaron’s POV I’ve always prided myself on my ability to compartmentalize. Business stays in one box, emotions in another, each neatly tucked away where they belong. It’s what has kept Donovan Corporation thriving in a cutthroat industry. It’s what’s kept me sane. But ever since Ophelia entered my life, the lines have started to blur. I stood in my office, staring out at the city skyline. The lights of downtown glittered like scattered diamonds, their brilliance dulled by the weight in my chest. My mind, however, wasn’t on the view or even the mountain of paperwork that awaited me. It was on her. The way she’d looked at me last night, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. The way her voice wavered when she admitted she was scared, mirroring the same fear I’ve tried so hard to deny. I hated it. Not her—but the weakness she brought out in me. The part of me that wanted to protect her, to shield her from the world, even if it meant breaking the walls I’d spent year
Ophelia’s POV The kiss haunted me. I couldn’t stop replaying it, over and over, no matter how hard I tried to shove it to the back of my mind. The warmth of Aaron’s lips, the intensity in his touch—it was as if he had unraveled every piece of armor I had meticulously put in place. It felt wrong, too raw, too dangerous. But at the same time, it had awakened something in me I thought I’d buried for good. I stared blankly at the spreadsheets on my laptop, trying to focus. My apartment felt like a cage, each quiet second amplifying the storm in my chest. I hadn’t seen Aaron since that night, hadn’t even heard from him. Part of me was grateful. It gave me space to think, to figure out how I could move forward without letting emotions derail my plan. But another part of me—a foolish, naive part—felt disappointed. The sound of Caleb’s laughter pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced toward the living room, where my son sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with his favorite set of blocks.
Aaron’s POV The office was unusually quiet tonight. Even the constant hum of the city outside seemed to have dimmed, as if it understood the weight pressing down on my shoulders. My work had always been my escape, my sanctuary. But lately, that sanctuary felt less like a fortress and more like a cage. And it was all because of her. Ophelia Lewis. From the moment she walked into my office, she disrupted everything I’d carefully built. At first, I thought it was her insolence, her knack for challenging me in ways no one else dared. But it was more than that. She was unpredictable, and that unpredictability was both maddening and intoxicating. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was infuriating. Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the city skyline, the lights glittering like scattered diamonds. My reflection stared back at me from the glass, a reminder of the man I’d become: cold, detached, ruthless. There was no room in my life for distractions, least of all one that came wit
Ophelia’s POV It had been a week since Aaron’s near-apology, and life at Donovan Corporation continued at its relentless pace. Aaron maintained his usual cold, calculated demeanor during the day, and I worked tirelessly to ensure everything flowed smoothly. Still, there were cracks in his fortress, moments where the man behind the ruthless businessman slipped through, and I couldn’t stop myself from noticing. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Aaron Donovan occupied my mind far more than I was comfortable admitting. Each day, I told myself I’d keep my distance, focus solely on my goals, and avoid personal entanglements. Each day, I failed. It was late one evening when my carefully constructed wall began to crumble. I was still in my office, organizing files for Aaron’s upcoming meeting, when the intercom buzzed. “Miss Lewis,” came his familiar voice, sharp yet laced with something I couldn’t quite place. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” “My office. Now.” I sighed, brushing a stray strand o
Ophelia’s POV The office felt quieter than usual the next morning, but I knew it wasn’t because of a lack of activity. Aaron Donovan’s mood dictated the atmosphere, and today, it seemed… restrained. Not the cold indifference he usually exuded, but a focused quiet that unnerved me. I avoided his office for as long as I could, burying myself in emails and reports, yet my mind kept drifting back to dinner last night. It wasn’t just the unexpected invitation—it was the Aaron I saw beneath the ruthless exterior. For the first time, he had let me see his humanity, even if only for a moment. By noon, I couldn’t avoid him any longer. He’d summoned me to his office with a one-word email: Now. When I stepped inside, he was seated behind his desk, eyes fixed on his laptop screen. “Mr. Donovan,” I said, keeping my tone professional. “Close the door,” he said without looking up. I did as he asked, stepping forward hesitantly. He finally looked up, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. “Sit.” I
Ophelia’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of reports, meetings, and Aaron’s relentless demands. He was back to his usual self: curt, exacting, and impossible to please. Yet, there was something different—a crack in his veneer that revealed itself in fleeting moments. A brush of his hand as he handed me a document, a lingering glance during a meeting, or a subtle softness in his voice when he addressed me directly. But he never overstepped. Aaron Donovan was a man who thrived on control, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to relinquish any part of it—not even his feelings. That morning, I found myself in the middle of a particularly hectic schedule. Aaron had tasked me with organizing a last-minute meeting with international partners while also preparing a detailed analysis of competitor strategies. My desk was a minefield of sticky notes, files, and my half-drunk coffee. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office. I sighed, setting down the highlighter I’d been usin
Ophelia’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of reports, meetings, and Aaron’s relentless demands. He was back to his usual self: curt, exacting, and impossible to please. Yet, there was something different—a crack in his veneer that revealed itself in fleeting moments. A brush of his hand as he handed me a document, a lingering glance during a meeting, or a subtle softness in his voice when he addressed me directly. But he never overstepped. Aaron Donovan was a man who thrived on control, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to relinquish any part of it—not even his feelings. That morning, I found myself in the middle of a particularly hectic schedule. Aaron had tasked me with organizing a last-minute meeting with international partners while also preparing a detailed analysis of competitor strategies. My desk was a minefield of sticky notes, files, and my half-drunk coffee. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office. I sighed, setting down the highlighter I’d been usin
Ophelia’s POV The tension between Aaron and me had reached an unspoken truce, though the dynamics of our relationship were far from simple. Each day in his office was a chess match of emotions and professionalism, neither of us willing to make the first move. Aaron remained as sharp and demanding as ever, yet there were cracks in his icy demeanor—moments that felt too intimate for the boundaries we claimed to maintain. That morning, I was deep in the throes of a particularly frustrating task. Aaron had requested a detailed analysis of prospective mergers, and the data was a labyrinth of numbers and trends. I stared at my screen, rubbing my temples as the words blurred together. “You look like you’re about to throw that laptop out the window.” His voice startled me, and I looked up to see Aaron standing in my doorway, arms crossed, an amused glint in his eye. “Not out the window,” I muttered. “But maybe into the coffee machine.” He stepped into my office, glancing at the jumble o
Ophelia’s POV The tension between Aaron and me was becoming unbearable. Each passing day felt like a tightrope walk. We kept our interactions strictly professional, but there was an undercurrent—a simmering attraction neither of us acknowledged. I was drowning myself in work, hoping it would numb the confusing emotions that surfaced whenever Aaron was near. The merger had turned into a whirlwind of meetings, legal reviews, and negotiations. My calendar was packed from dawn till dusk, leaving little room for anything else. But the busier I stayed, the more aware I became of Aaron’s presence. It wasn’t just his commanding tone or his sharp intellect. It was the subtle things: the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he was deep in thought, the quiet moments when I’d catch him watching me, and the rare times when his icy exterior softened. One particularly chaotic morning, I found myself rushing through the office corridors with a stack of documents balanced precariously in my arms.
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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