Emma thought she had escaped the city that broke her, but when her family’s business teeters on the brink of bankruptcy, she is pulled back into the orbit of the one person she vowed never to see again. Zane Mendoza. Now the heir to a billion-dollar fintech empire and the boss of a secret mafia dynasty where Emma’s parents work as underdogs, Zane holds all the cards. For years, he had been searching for Emma, who had disappeared without a trace after their divorce. When Zane discovers that Emma is the daughter of the family who now owes him everything, he makes a ruthless proposition. An arranged marriage. In exchange, he will wipe away her family’s crushing debts. Desperate to save her parents, Emma agrees to Zane’s conditions but negotiates a deal of her own. Their marriage will last one year, and if she is not happy in the marriage, she will leave. Zane agrees, but with a twist. If she falls for him again before the year is up, she will remain his forever. But Zane doesn’t just want Emma as his wife. He wants her in every way. His obsession with her runs deeper than she realizes, and he is ready to eliminate anyone just to have her forever. With a jealous best friend that wants to take everything she loves, an ex boyfriend who wants her back, betrayal lurking at every corner, a secret daughter that Zane doesn’t know is his, and a love that refuses to die, Emma must navigate this web of lies and emotions. Can she resist Zane’s magnetic pull, or will she be caught up in his game for good?
View MoreEmmaThe next morning, I got an unexpected call from my best friend, Rachel and I picked it without any hesitation.“Emma! Guess where I am!” She squealed before I could even say hello. “Where?” I asked, chuckling slightly as I sat up. Rachel had always had this uplifting energy around her that could make a person’s mood go from a zero to a ten in the snap of a finger.“New York City!” She squealed again and I joined her in squealing this time. We agreed to meet at a quaint cafe she had picked out in Greenwich Village. Without wasting any more time I got dressed in casual jeans and a tee shirt. As I was about to leave the mansion, I met Zane at the foyer, seated as hot and handsome as always and casually going through his phone. “Where are you headed to, Mi Reina?” He asked me without even lifting his gaze to glance at me. I pursed my lips and replied.“Out. With my friend from Boston.”“Male or female?”I quirked my brow and scoffed in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”“A
EmmaI woke up to the shrill ringing of my phone. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My body felt stiff, tangled in the oversized sheets of a bed that wasn’t one that I was used to. The events of last night came crashing back into my head and for a fleeting second, I considered ignoring the call altogether. But then, I saw the name flashing on the screen. It was my cousin; Eleanor.Sliding out from under the heavy duvet, I sat on the edge of the bed and answered with a raspy, sleepy voice.“Emma!” Eleanor’s voice exploded in my ear, followed immediately by Isla’s excited giggle. “Congratulations!” They shouted in unison, their voices gleeful and carefree. Despite myself, I smiled. It had been weeks since I last heard Isla’s voice, and I didn’t realize how much I had missed her until now. “Thanks.” I said softly, holding the phone close. “Emma, this is a big deal!” Eleanor’s voice was filled with exaggerated drama. “Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoe
EmmaAs I stood in front of the mirror in my new room, running a towel over my damp skin, I tried not to think about how ridiculous I looked pretending this was normal. The silk robe I had draped over the chair caught my eye, but I ignored it, opting for my usual lacy black set. The truth? I didn’t feel like dressing for comfort. I didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction of thinking I was trying to impress him, even indirectly. This was not a second honeymoon. I tugged the strap of my bra into place and pushed my damp hair off my shoulders. My reflection stared back at me and that was when I noticed a figure standing by the doorway like some smug predator who knew exactly what he was doing. Zane. I gasped wide eyed, grabbing the robe from the chair and pressing it against my chest as I spun around. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, my heart pounding loudly against my chest. Jesus Christ! This man had just seen me half naked!Zane leaned against the doorf
Emma“Do you, Emma Ramirez, take Zane Mendoza as your lawfully wedded husband?” As the words sliced through the stillness of the chapel, my lips parted, but no sound came. I stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of my wedding dress suffocating me as my heart beat wildly in my chest. How the hell had I ended up here again? My gaze drifted to the man standing before me, tall and commanding in his custom black suit. Zane Mendoza. The man who once held my heart in the palm of his hand only to crush it five years ago. His dark, cold eyes bored into mine. He looked as infuriatingly handsome as ever with a sharp jawline, perfectly tousled dark wilt cut hair, and lips that had once whispered promises I was naive enough to believe. I couldn’t decide what was worse —the fact that I was marrying the same man who had handed me a divorce paper five years ago or the fact that he knew exactly how trapped I felt and seemed to be enjoying it. Back to the first time I had stood across from Z
Emma“Do you, Emma Ramirez, take Zane Mendoza as your lawfully wedded husband?” As the words sliced through the stillness of the chapel, my lips parted, but no sound came. I stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of my wedding dress suffocating me as my heart beat wildly in my chest. How the hell had I ended up here again? My gaze drifted to the man standing before me, tall and commanding in his custom black suit. Zane Mendoza. The man who once held my heart in the palm of his hand only to crush it five years ago. His dark, cold eyes bored into mine. He looked as infuriatingly handsome as ever with a sharp jawline, perfectly tousled dark wilt cut hair, and lips that had once whispered promises I was naive enough to believe. I couldn’t decide what was worse —the fact that I was marrying the same man who had handed me a divorce paper five years ago or the fact that he knew exactly how trapped I felt and seemed to be enjoying it. Back to the first time I had stood across from Z
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