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?
View MoreSomething creaked open. I wasn’t sure if it was the door or a drawer, but I felt the subtle shift in the air, the tug at the edges of the room. Then, without warning, a burst of brightness spilled through my closed lids, painting the back of my eyes in a blinding orange hue. My face tensed, and my eyes squinted instinctively, trying to protect themselves from the light. But the curtains… they were open now. The light streaming in was soft but persistent. “Good morning, ma’am,” a familiar voice said gently. Then a warm hand settled against my forehead pressing gently across my skin, as though checking for a fever. The gesture was so careful it made something ache inside me. My lashes fluttered as I fought the pull of sleep. My eyes opening slowly, adjusting to the soft glow of daylight. crouched beside me was lucy. The sight of her made something inside me loosen. Her round face, slightly tired but full of concern, was framed by her brunette hair, now styled differently.
My legs moved before my thoughts could catch up. I sprinted down the hallway, heart pounding louder than my footsteps, past rooms filled with quiet groans and nurses who turned too slowly. The further I went, the heavier my chest became.She wasn’t in her room.She wasn’t in her room.She wasn’t—Oh God.“Where is she?!” I yelled, but no one had an answer. Not the nurse with trembling fingers, not the receptionist who suddenly couldn’t meet my gaze.A growing noise rang in my ears as an unbearable pressure built in my chest.I don’t even know how I got there. Maybe I flew. Maybe I fell. Maybe I ran with so much desperation that my limbs forgot their limits.But I found myself pushing past the familiar white door that led to the hospital’s back garden.It smelled like damp soil.And there, through the trimmed hedges, beyond the faded wheelchair ramp—Was a form.A pale form lying still in the grass.My breath caught in my throat.No.No, no, no please.My feet made a muffled sound agai
“Did you kill her because she chose Mr. Drew over you?” The question came with a loud snap of a camera, followed by a chaotic chorus of shutters and shouting. The reporters descended on us like vultures. “We just need one statement, sir!” A ginger-haired female reporter shoved a tiny mic into the partially open car window, her eyes wild with the thrill of a potential headline. When Candice had sent that message, I hadn’t even gotten the chance to show Alex. We were already pulling into the estate’s driveway—and then the swarm hit. Flashbulbs, voices and Chaos. These people should really give it a rest. “You okay back there?” Alex glanced at me from the front seat, his voice way too calm. “Yes, I guess,” I said. No, I wasn’t. The lights were blinding, relentless. Reporters kept closing in, waving mics like weapons. The guards were barely managing to hold them off. “Is it true you killed her to punish Drew for taking your inheritance?” “Were you in a passionate rela
His hand was still on my waist, warm and grounding, as his breath brushed the side of my neck.“What was she like?” I asked in a whisper, my eyes fixed on the ornate patterns carved into the door in front of us. My heart pounded softly.He didn’t hesitate. “She was… a handful,” he murmured, voice low. “But Father loved her.”A strange tightness twisted in my chest. The thought of him being madly in love with her and still sleeping with Celeste made my stomach churn. But then again… Beatrice had been sleeping with Drew.“We met in Bangkok,” he said, his voice barely above the hum of memory. “When I took over Blackwood Holdings. But even then, I was already doing business with the Martin Muir. So when I found out Martin had another daughter i was… shocked. I’d only ever known Celeste, and I realized she wasn’t a fan of bragging about being a twin.”He paused. The silence between us stretched thin.“It turns out Joseph never really put her in the spotlight,” Alexander said quietly, his b
“You should stop me,” Alex murmured, his teeth tugging at my nipple, making a strangled hiss escape my dazed mouth. Yes, I should, I thought to myself, but how could I? How could I stop him when there was this strange heat pulling me toward him…. toward the sinful place where his suit-clad thighs now rubbed gently against my body? I was an idiot. A total fucking idiot. My hands instinctively tangled in his thick hair, still damp from the shower he definitely took on his way here, the strands not fully dried. I could feel the wetness against my fingers, and it only made everything more intense. He suddenly moved his mouth away from my nipple with a soft pop, raising his face to mine. His silver eyes were now a deep blue, glazed over as he took me in. His gaze burned into me. What did he see? Did I look dazed with desire like him? I wouldn’t know. The next moment, his warm breath seized my jaw, and his lips crashed down onto mine, kissing me with a heat that made me shiver. The
“It’s good to see you again, sister.” The voice was sweet…too sweet. Celeste, with her flawlessly curled blonde hair and those sparkling blue eyes, walked in like she owned the air we breathed. She pulled me into one of her signature tight fake hugs. My arms stiffened at my sides. It can’t be real. She called me sister. No, no, no. “I saw you,” I whispered, stepping back from her grip. “In the hospital. The same one my mom was in. You were there with… with a man you called your father.” Celeste tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “And?” I turned to Joseph. “She can’t be my sister.” Alex now perched on a chair several feet away, deep in hushed conversation with a man in spectacles. He didn’t look up, didn’t glance in my direction. “Daddy!” Celeste cooed, strutting over to Joseph like a runway model. She bent to kiss his cheek, her fitted dress rising just a little too high. I didn’t miss the smug flick of her eyes in my direction. Joseph simply repli
Thank God they weren’t heading back to the Blackwood Estate. That’s the only silver lining. I didn’t need Drew’s smug, annoying face anywhere near my personal hellscape or his mother’s. The last time I saw him was right after Nadia’s funeral and I promised myself then I wouldn’t grace his infuriating presence ever again. I hated that family. All of them. And the fact that he had something going on with Beatrice, my twin, my mirror, my stranger made my skin crawl. Who was she really? Because honestly, if you have a husband like Alex and still find time to roll around with his good-for-nothing stepbrother? You deserve your own Lifetime crime special. And then it hit me. I didn’t even ask the name of my other sibling. The one that doesn’t look like me. What kind of person am I? After hanging out with Candice, I stepped outside into the unholy heat of New York, only to find Orbot already waiting. He was chilling in the car, thank God. Not under the sun, obviously.
Calling me an idiot right now? Completely valid. Honestly, what else do you call a girl who just discovered she has two birth sisters? A girl whose supposed husband….no, contract husband married her just to hand her over to a father she never even knew? A girl whose mother lied to her every single day of her life? Whose sister is a suspected maniac that possibly murdered someone in the same house she’s still living in? A girl who’s standing in the same room with the man who kept all these secrets— And kissing him? I didn’t even ask how he got to know about me. Didn’t stop to think about how much he already knew. I wasn’t asking the most reasonable questions, like: Where is Beatrice now? Is she being tracked by the authorities? Do they even know where she is? Does Beatrice know I’m here to replace her? Of course she knows. She must. Because that’s what I am, right? A stand-in. Kissing him. Pointlessly. Stupidly. To the point where his hands were
“This has to be a joke, right, Alex?” My voice wavered as I spoke, but Alexander didn’t look at me. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the documents in front of him, flipping a page with calculated indifference before signing. Then, standing, he walked around the desk and handed the signed document to the man claiming to be my father. Alex didn’t even glance in my direction as he returned to his seat. “I don’t understand. What is going on here?” My chest tightened, but I forced my voice to stay firm. “I’m your father,” the man repeated. I shifted my gaze to the woman beside him. My stomach twisted. “So that’s the bitch who tried to kill my mother. And I’m guessing she’s your wife?” My words dripped with venom. At that, the man smiled a knowing, almost amused expression. “No,” he corrected smoothly. “This is my sister, Felicia.” Felicia. The woman’s crimson nails glinted under the soft light as she smiled at me like I was some long-lost treasure. Where was his wife? The
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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