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A deal sealed in desperation. A marriage bound by secrets. A heart caught between danger and desire. When Isla Monroe agrees to marry a man whose name strikes fear and fascination in equal measure, she steps into a world where power rules, silence conceals, and love is the most dangerous game of all. He’s cold, unreadable, and devastatingly magnetic. She’s fragile, desperate, and holding onto her last thread of hope. What begins as a contract quickly unravels into something far more complicated—where tension simmers, pasts collide, and every touch feels like a trap. But in a house full of shadows, the greatest mystery isn’t him… It’s why he chose her. And when secrets start to surface, Isla must ask herself the question no one dares to answer— What’s the real price of wearing his ring?
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It seemed I’d be cocooned in the comfort of his room tonight. Alexander’s cold voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a cruel aftertaste from everything that had happened in the dining hall. We had no other choice at least not if we wanted to keep up appearances in front of his stepmother, Gratia. Sleeping in separate rooms would only raise suspicion. And so, I found myself standing awkwardly in his space for the first time. His room was nothing like mine. Where mine was airy and soft, his was dark, bold, unapologetically masculine. The scent of sandalwood and musk wrapped around me the moment I stepped in intoxicating, commanding, and undeniably him. Alexander moved toward the bed, casually tossing extra pillows at the center as a divider. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable. “So,” he said flatly, “there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor. The bed’s big enough for both of us. You stay on your side.” I crossed my arms tightly. “So we’re just going to pre
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One could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed Alexander’s announcement. But the first to recover was his stepmother. She rose slowly from her seat like a queen at court. Elegant, commanding, yet seething beneath her well-maintained exterior. Her raven-black hair, streaked with a whisper of grey, was swept into a sleek chignon, but no amount of sophistication could disguise the venom in her blur eyes as they raked over me. Her voice dripped with disdain. “If this is some kind of joke, Alex, I suggest you end it immediately.” Then her gaze sliced back to me cold and dissecting. “We all know Beatrice left you long ago. What did you do this time? Blackmail her into coming back? Threaten her?” I stiffened, my heartbeat thudding against my ribs. “And let’s not pretend,” she continued with an acidic smile, “that your aversion to commitment and your habit of replacing women like you change your suits is a secret.” Her gaze traveled slowly over me again, like a
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I’d always dreamt of going on a shopping spree like this—designer stores, endless racks of silk and fine wool, the swish of elegant fabrics against my skin. But not like this. Not for this reason. This wasn’t a dream come true. It was a wardrobe crafted for deception—a carefully curated illusion meant to help Alexander secure his inheritance. Or so I told myself. So, I let the saleslady an overly enthusiastic woman in stilettos and red lipstick make most of the choices. She seemed to know exactly what would impress, what would flatter, and she was clearly thrilled by the endless stream of credit flowing from the Blackwood account. Still, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t enjoy the feel of silk gliding across my skin. I’d never owned anything so luxurious. Every piece fit like it had been made for me alone. Cinched waists, flowing skirts, soft fabrics that draped my figure in quiet elegance. The woman I saw in the mirror didn’t look like a girl from a rundown shack. She looked… poised.
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The ride back to the mansion was cloaked in silence. Alexander didn’t say a word. He didn’t glance at me, didn’t ask if I was okay after what happened at dinner. He just sat there—stoic and silent like the cold embodiment of every wall I’d been trying to understand since stepping into his world. When the car pulled into the estate’s private driveway, he stepped out first, not waiting or offering his hand like he had earlier. I followed, heels clicking softly across the pavement as the front door opened for us. Still no words. He walked in ahead of me, sharp shoulders squared, his long legs cutting across the hall toward the grand staircase. Halfway up, he paused and muttered, “I’ll be in the study.” And just like that, he disappeared. No goodnight. No explanation. I stood there for a second longer, then quietly made my way upstairs. The chandelier above the corridor sparkled softly as I walked down the hallway toward my room, the sound of my own footsteps the only company I had
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The sound of his voice still echoed in my ears as I stood frozen by the stairs. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.” No further explanation. No gentleness. Just a command. The kind that didn’t expect resistance. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, fingers trembling slightly as I fastened the last clasp on the delicate gold necklace. My reflection didn’t look like me. Not the girl who walked through rain-soaked streets. Not the woman who sat beside a hospital bed hoping for a miracle. No, the woman staring back at me had been sculpted by elegance curated like a mannequin for a man’s world. The gown was satin emerald green, hugging my body like it was stitched to my skin. It flowed at the hips and shimmered under the soft white light of the mirror. The slit rode high on my thigh. Scandalous yet elegant. My dark hair had been curled into soft waves cascading down my back, adorned with golden pins that sparkled like stars. Even my makeup had been done by a professional the staff summ
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Two days in the Blackwood mansion felt like two weeks in a snow globe. Perfect from the outside, cold and suffocating on the inside. I wandered aimlessly from hallway to hallway, trying to find meaning in the silence. But I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, the guilt pressing harder with every breath. It had been three weeks since I signed my life away. Three whole weeks since I’d seen my mother. No matter how lavish my surroundings were, I still felt like a daughter who had abandoned her. I had to see her. “Please… just for a few hours,” I told the driver. His eyes flickered with hesitation probably wondering why someone like me, Mrs. Blackwood, wanted to visit a rundown government hospital in the slums instead of sipping champagne in a penthouse spa. Still, he nodded and opened the car door, mumbling something under his breath as he drove me to the shacks. The hospital hadn’t changed. But being Mrs. Blackwood had changed my perspective. Now, I saw every cracked wa
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The first thing I noticed was the silence. It wasn’t the peaceful kind. No. This one was suffocating, heavy, eerie like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The Blackwood estate was unlike anything I had ever seen. More like a fortress than a home. A sprawling mansion built from polished gray stone, lined with steel gates, surveillance cameras, and perfectly trimmed hedges that looked like they had never known chaos. Just like him. The driver dropped me off at the entrance and left without a word. I stood there for a moment, suitcase in hand, feeling like an outsider about to trespass into a world I didn’t belong in. The massive double doors opened, and a woman in a dark uniform appeared. “Mrs. Blackwood,” she said, bowing slightly. “Welcome.” Mrs. Blackwood. The words made my chest tighten. I wasn’t a wife. Not in the way anyone imagined. Not in the way I once dreamed of. No love. No vows. No warmth. Just a signature on paper and a ticking clock counting down my
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I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? I kept staring at the check as if it might vanish if I blinked. The zeros looked like a cruel joke. Unreachable. Unreal. But they weren’t. They were real. Tangible. Enough to save my mother’s life. And yet, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The thought of marrying a man I had never met, a man so far from my world, so powerful, so unknown it should’ve terrified me. And it did. But not more than the sight of my mother’s pale face and shallow breathing in that hospital room. So, when the clock struck 11:59 p.m., I found myself exactly where I swore I wouldn’t be. Standing outside Blackwood Towers. I hesitated at the entrance, the towering glass structure looming above me like a fortress. The city lights reflected off its sleek walls. Cold and intimidating. I would’ve preferred a more normal meeting maybe in a house or something but I didn’t know the location of the Blackwood estate. Hell… nobody did. The security guard had been expecting me. H
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I didn’t expect the world to crumble in a single afternoon. One moment, I was hoping for a miracle. The next, I was holding a medical report with a death sentence wrapped in a six-figure invoice. “Your mother needs immediate surgery, Miss Monroe,” the doctor had said. “If it’s not done within the next seventy-two hours, she may not survive.” He said it like he wasn’t talking about someone’s life. Like he wasn’t talking about the only person I had left in this world. When I walked out of that office, it felt like my legs weren’t mine anymore. My fingers clutched the hospital file so tightly, my nails dug into the plastic cover. I didn’t even notice when I stepped into the rain. I was numb. Cold. Lost. $500,000. That’s what it would take to save her. Five hundred thousand dollars for the surgery and the post-operative care. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. It was more than my life’s earnings. More than I’d ever seen in one place. And I had no one. No backup. No plan B
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I didn’t expect the world to crumble in a single afternoon. One moment, I was hoping for a miracle. The next, I was holding a medical report with a death sentence wrapped in a six-figure invoice. “Your mother needs immediate surgery, Miss Monroe,” the doctor had said. “If it’s not done within the next seventy-two hours, she may not survive.” He said it like he wasn’t talking about someone’s life. Like he wasn’t talking about the only person I had left in this world. When I walked out of that office, it felt like my legs weren’t mine anymore. My fingers clutched the hospital file so tightly, my nails dug into the plastic cover. I didn’t even notice when I stepped into the rain. I was numb. Cold. Lost. $500,000. That’s what it would take to save her. Five hundred thousand dollars for the surgery and the post-operative care. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. It was more than my life’s earnings. More than I’d ever seen in one place. And I had no one. No backup. No plan B...
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