I was just eighteen when I mistook a business deal for a fairy tale, letting a schoolgirl crush blind me to the truth. My prince charming? He turned out to be more of a wolf in an Armani suit. Now, five years and a thousand broken pieces later, I've rebuilt myself into someone I barely recognize, a CEO, a survivor, and most importantly, a mother to my beautiful son Griffin. I thought I'd buried the naive girl who once dreamed in a garden. Apparently, the universe had other plans. My ex-husband's back, claiming he's changed and wanting a second chance. And then there's James Drake, a billionaire with scars that match my own, who makes me wonder if my heart remembers how to beat for something other than revenge. Between poisoned flowers showing up at my office and threats creeping too close to my son, I'm learning that success is the best revenge, if I can stay alive long enough to enjoy it. They say love is sweeter the second time around, but can I trust it when betrayal wore the face of love once before? One thing's certain: I'm not that naive wife anymore. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.
Lihat lebih banyakAlex POV Lane International Headquarters – Midnight The office was silent except for the hum of servers in the tech room. The skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a stark contrast to the darkness I felt gathering around me. I scrolled through the flagged emails on my laptop, the blue glow casting shadows across my face as I hunted for the leak that had been draining company secrets for weeks. "Got you," I whispered, satisfaction curling through my veins. A series of encrypted messages between a Lane employee—Daniel from Accounting—and an unnamed external party. Attachments: financial projections, client lists, merger strategies. All marked "For EC's Eyes Only." EC. Elias Coleman. Michael's shell company, the one he thought I didn't know about. The one he'd used to purchase that vacation property in the Caymans where he'd taken his mistresses. The one that now, apparently, he was using to orchestrate corporate espionage. My fingers tightened around the mouse u
Alex's POVThe shrill ringing of my phone jolted me awake. Sunlight barely filtered through the curtains as I fumbled for the device, my heart already pounding before I even saw Sally's name flashing on the screen. Four-thirty in the morning—never a good sign."Alex, turn on CNBC. Now." Her voice was razor-sharp, the kind of tone that meant disaster. Not the usual crisis we could manage with a carefully worded press release or strategic silence. This was something else.I grabbed the remote, my fingers numb with sleep and dread. The screen flickered to life, and there it was—my face, a decade younger, splashed across the news ticker:"LANE INTERNATIONAL CEO ALEXANDRA LANE LINKED TO BILLIONAIRE MICHAEL COLEMAN IN SHOCKING SECRET PAST."A cold wave crashed over me. The headline was bad enough, but the photo beneath it—our photo—was worse. Michael's arm draped possessively around my waist at some forgotten charity gala, my smile bright but naive. The Guggenheim benefit, 2013. Back when I
James POVThe children's section of the Natural History Museum buzzed with the controlled chaos of weekend visitors. Excited voices echoed off the vaulted ceilings as parents chased energetic children between exhibits. Through it all, I focused on one small figure in a paleontologist vest, currently pressing his face against the glass of a fossil display with reverent attention."The Archaeopteryx is my third favorite," Griffin informed me solemnly, pointing to the delicate impression of feathers preserved in stone. "It proves the evolutionary link between dinosaurs and birds.""Third favorite?" I asked, genuinely curious. "What are the first two?""Triceratops is second because of the defensive capabilities," he explained with the air of a military strategist. "And Ankylosaurus is first because it has the best armor and a tail club that could break a T-Rex's leg with one hit.""Practical choices," I nodded. "You've thought about this carefully."Griffin beamed at the recognition of h
Alex POV"Mom, is he a dinosaur expert?" Griffin asked, bouncing on his toes as we waited at the park entrance. His dinosaur t-shirt—the one insisting "Paleontologists Dig Deeper"—was freshly washed for the occasion, and he'd insisted on wearing his special fossil-hunting hat despite the perfect weather."I don't think so, sweetie," I replied, smoothing down a stubborn cowlick in his sandy brown hair. "But he said he's been reading up on them just for you."Griffin considered this with the serious deliberation only a six-year-old could muster. "That's acceptable. But I'll test him."I bit back a smile. "Be nice, Griffin.""I'm always nice," he protested, then spotted something over my shoulder. His eyes widened. "Is that him? The one with the blue car?"I turned to see James parking his sleek Audi—notably not one of his more ostentatious vehicles. He'd been listening when I mentioned Griffin's fascination with blue things. As he approached, I was struck by how different he looked—casu
Michael POVThe expensive whiskey in my crystal glass remained untouched, the hand-carved ice slowly melting into a diluted amber pool as I stared with growing intensity at the high-resolution photograph displayed on my phone's screen.Alexandra.My wife. My wife, regardless of what legal papers might claim to the contrary.Even after all these years of calculated distance and deliberate indifference, the unexpected sight of her sent a violent, uncontrollable rush of heat through my veins like molten steel. But this time, it wasn't just her familiar silhouette that captured my attention—it was the impeccably dressed man standing confidently beside her in the dimly lit street.James Dean.Billionaire entrepreneur. CEO of the rapidly expanding Dean Holdings. A man whose carefully cultivated name carried significantly more weight in elite boardrooms than mine ever had, despite my own considerable success. And there he was, his manicured hand resting possessively on the small of my wife's
James POVI watched her car disappear around the corner, the taste of her still on my lips. Alex Coleman was nothing like I had expected, and exactly what I hadn't known I was looking for.My driver appeared silently beside me. "Home, sir?""Not yet," I said, suddenly restless. "Let's take the long way."As the city lights blurred past the window, I replayed every moment of the evening—the way her guard had gradually lowered, how her eyes crinkled slightly before she laughed, the protective tone when she spoke of her son. In my world of calculated risks and strategic moves, Alex represented something I rarely encountered: authenticity.The business merger that had brought us together now seemed secondary, a fortunate coincidence rather than the purpose. I'd researched her thoroughly before our companies' negotiations began—standard procedure—but what I'd discovered had intrigued me beyond professional interest. A brilliant strategist who'd rebuilt her career while raising a child alon
Alex POVThe restaurant James had chosen was tucked away on the top floor of a historic building downtown, the kind of place that didn't bother with signage because those who belonged there already knew. I smoothed down my navy dress—professional enough if this turned out to be strictly business after all, but with just enough elegance to acknowledge it might not be."Ms. Coleman," the hostess greeted me with practiced warmth. "Mr. Dean is waiting for you."Of course he'd arrived early. Another power move in what was beginning to feel like an elaborate chess match.James stood as I approached, his eyes taking me in with undisguised appreciation. He'd traded his business suit for dark jeans and a charcoal button-down that somehow looked more expensive than his formal wear."You look beautiful," he said simply."Thank you." I accepted the compliment without deflection—another lesson hard-learned from my marriage. Michael had hated when I couldn't take a compliment, until eventually he s
Alex POVThe conference room was filled with the subtle hum of murmured conversations, the scent of fresh coffee, and the distinct tension that came with high-stakes negotiations. I adjusted my blazer, keeping my expression neutral as I reviewed the agenda one last time. This deal meant everything for the company, and I wasn't about to let nerves get in the way.The door opened, and the room fell into a hush. I looked up, expecting just another executive, but instead, I met the piercing gaze of James Dean.Tall, composed, and exuding the kind of effortless confidence that came with years of success, he moved with precision, each step purposeful. His reputation preceded him—one of the youngest self-made billionaires, a man who rarely lost in business, and someone who didn’t waste his time on things that didn’t interest him.I was supposed to be unfazed, professional, detached. But when his sharp blue eyes locked onto mine, I felt a flicker of something unexpected—curiosity? Amusement?
ALEX’S POV"What's wrong?You have nothing to say right now?" Michael's voice slithered over the phone, silky as silk yet sharp as a dagger. My knuckles turned white around the gadget, and a chilly knot formed in my gut. "You know I—" "Impressive timing," I said, trying a nonchalant tone that didn't match the pounding in my chest. "The shot was taken what, five minutes ago? And you are already on my case. I'll grant you this: you're efficient. "The world is about to discover your biggest secret, and that's what concerns you?" Michael challenged, lowering his voice one octave. I shifted my weight, surveying the park as Griffin remained blissfully unaware. "Wrong," I said, my voice firm. "The world—and you—are about to spin another wild tale to try and bring me down." "Another tale?" His chuckle was brittle and hollow. "We have been here before, Alexandra. "You can lie to everyone else, but we both know better." "Who said anything about lying?" I watched Griffin pursue a butterfly, choco
Alex POV“No, no, no…” I laughed hysterically as I watched the sad look on my doctor's face as she delivered the news. “It’s impossible, doctor. It just can't.” I told her, trying hard not to believe her words.Clutching my now empty stomach, I shook my head trying to block out her words. ‘I'm so sorry, Mrs. Coleman. We did everything we could.’ she'd just say. “Mrs. Coleman,” she began. “I'm sorr–”“No, don't tell me one of those sentimental bullshit because I refuse to believe your lies, I felt her k…kick this morning!” My voice cracked. “He was right there. My little baby boy was right here, IN HERE!” I pointed to my stomach. The nurse poked her head in from behind the doctor. “Do you need anything Mrs. Coleman?”“I need my baby!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing her a pillow from where I sat. “Bring my baby to me. P…please.” “I'm sorry but he's gone.” She said. A guttural scream tore out from my throat as I collapsed on the bed, my body shaking with uncontrollable s...
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