Vengeance is her's, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?
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The pen fell from my hands again. " Just sign the goddamn papers, would you? " Mother ordered, eyeing me with disgust as she did. " Andera can't even hold on to a pen, it's not surprising you couldn't hold your husband's heart, too. It's a wonder how my big brother tolerated you this long." Anna hissed. I took a look at the papers spread in front of me, one signature, and I'd be back to the place I was all those years ago. The place of helplessness. " I...I can't. " I stammered. They both groaned. The hate and disgust on their faces was palpable. I know they have always despised me but I couldn't do it. I would rather face their hatred than be alone on the streets. Hot tears trickled down my face; my body convulsed with my persistent sobs. " For the love of God, is that the only thing you can do Andera, cry? Yuck, look at your face; it's covered in snort; you're so disgusting. We don't want you as a part of our family anymore; so just get this divorce over with!" Imogen, the eldest of the siblings thundered. More than anything, I love Thane. He hasn't been the best of my husband, but the love I have for him runs deep in me; I've loved him from the first day I steeped my mud-covered shoes into this house. Thane walked back into the living room, and I got on my knees to beg him. "Thane, please don't do this to us. I love you, Thane. I don't have a life outside the one you've given me. Thane please, I'll do anything you want." Tears flowed from my eyes in torrents while I begged him on my knees. I prayed to every holy being that Thane would be compassionate with me today. Just today. " You can keep your useless love to yourself, Andera; it's done me no good. " He spat. Seems like there's no one willing to answer the prayers of an orphan today. I might as well help myself. " No Thane, I won't. Thane I......" The words were lost on my lips as he reached for my hair and pulled it roughly. So tight was his grip, my scalp hurt. My teary eyes met Thane's scornful stare; his gray eyes were filled with burning hatred. Not to be surprised though, he's never looked at me with anything but that in our two years of marriage. " Andrea, you should be lucky we're doing this the easy way. You preyed on my late father's weakness and forced your way into my life you cunning thief." He hissed, his words sliced through me. "No, I swear, Thane, I didn't steal your family heirloom." "Lair." Imogen cut me. " It was found in your bag, Andera." They were accusing me wrongly; I didn't steal anything. I'm not foolish enough to jeopardize my stand in this family. I would never steal. Pa Eugene raised me better than that. " if you could just check the security footage you'd find the real culprit. " I tried to convince Thane while his fingers still held their tight grip on my hair, staring daggers at me from those gray orbs " Andrea you disgusting b!tch! Now you're trying to accuse one of us? Just admit to your crimes and we won't turn you over to the police. " Anna, the youngest spat. " Oh Andrea, we won't put you in jail because of the blind love my husband had for you but don't test us. Sign the divorce papers and leave our family! Heaven's forbid my son would stay married to a thief! Just imagine if this gets on the News. The wife of the renowned CEO of Renihardt's infrastructures steals a family heirloom worth millions; that would be terrible; do you know all the setbacks that could cause us?! " Mother's words were enough to snap the last thread of Thane's patience. He had always been rough and aggressive in a way I found attractive, well, until now. He pulled my hair. My heart hammered in my chest, and a small voice in my head that kept repeating the same thing for two years spoke up again: 'You're nothing to him, a nobody. Did you believe Thane could love you?' I had thought that with time, my love would be reciprocated, but I was wrong. Thane pushed me forcefully towards the table, causing me to fall face flat on it. The fall sent a sharp pain coursing through me, but it was nowhere close to the damage done to my heart. If only his father hadn't died a month ago, we wouldn't be here. "You have ten seconds to sign these papers, Andrea. Ten seconds till I do my worst!" He seethed. My eyes burned. This level of hatred was something I never expected, he doesn't trust me, and all I've done is give him the entirety of myself! I held the pen again, my grip tighter this time; even if I had no one to go to, it was better than jail, and so I signed my divorce papers. Dropping the pen, I looked up at Thane. The man I dreamed about whenever I slept. The only man I let into my heart, the man who took my innocence. "Leave." He looked away from me as if the sight of me repulsed him. " We've packed your things already. " Anna announced happily. I didn't break my gaze from Thane, now my ex-husband. " You'll be happy, right? Now that I'm gone. " My voice quivered. " Yes, Andera, I feel like a burden has been taken away from me. " He answered dryly. Picking up my bags, I cast one last look at the four of them, the only family I've had for fourteen years. They had never seen me as family, and painfully, my marriage to Thane didn't make me one either. -- The emergency shelter is far from Thane's mansion, thirty minutes of walking has me weak and tired. My stomach started to churn. Barely three steps later, I fall to my knees and throw up, not before I see people hurrying towards me. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to a slow beeping sound by my side. It's so bright in here. "Where am I?" I asked weakly A woman dressed in an immaculate white gown walked to me, a big smile on her face. "You're in the hospital; you passed out, ma'am." "Hospital?" "Yes, ma'am, congratulations, you're three weeks pregnant." -- I'm Pregnant. There's a baby inside me. Thane's baby. It's all I can think about when I walk out of the hospital with nothing but a box of old clothes. Pregnant, with no home, no family, and no money but whatever I have to do to survive, I will for the sake of this child I'm already starting to love. " Miss, please wait up. " Someone calls. I turn around to see a man in a black suit running towards me. "Miss, there's someone who wants to see you." He points to the other side of the road. Another man steps out from a black Bugatti. The moment our eyes meet, he inhales loudly, and his hand flies to his chest. "My child. Andera."[Wipes my teary eye with a tissue]How does an author begin to say thank you to so many people? ~To every reader who has made it this far with my book. I want to say, from the bottom of my heart, a big thank you. For taking your time to read my first book, your efforts, time, and money 🤭, all played a big role in Thane's and Andera's story. Thank you for reading through my errors, be they grammatical, wrong spelling, or typos. Thank you for making me a proud author, and I couldn't be happier. I love you all dearly. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I loved writing it.If you did, please leave a review. Your feedback matters to me.Once again, Thank you ❤️_____Stay tuned for my second book coming soon🎉 I look forward to sharing more stories with you all.
ANDERA. TEN YEARS LATER.It all started with our divorce.Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge.And somehow—redemption.It led us here.Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together.Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across the sand.“Daddy, stop it,” Tiffany whined.She stood not too far from the shoreline in a sundress, her hair in a ponytail; Thane continued leveling a death glare at the teenage boy who approached Tiffany. Timmy and I shook with silent laughter. The poor boy fled before he could say Hi to Tiffany.“I don’t like him,” Thane said flatly. His face softened when Tiffany pouted.“You don't like any boy who tries to talk to me,” she grumbled. Thane shrugged, utterly unapologetic. He tickled Amelia, our youngest.“All these boys aren't deserving of my princesses.”Amelia giggled, her gray eyes shining with mirth. “Yes, Daddy. Tiffany and I are princesses.” she squea
THANEI have watched the sunset over the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the golden light shining on iron and stone.I have stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, wind roaring in my ears.I have walked the ancient corridors of the Colosseum in Rome and touched the walls with centuries of history.I have traveled to places many dream of being, and seeing the beauty of the earth. Lakes, mountains, islands, the seven wonders of the world.I have seen it all, but nothing, none of that, took my breath away; none of it brought this burning sting to my eyes the way she did.Andera.My Andera. The eight wonder of the world, in a dazzling white dress, glassy eyes, and a smile that could melt down diamond. And she's mine. Mine to Love, mine to protect, for as long as we both live.My world had beauty before, my world had power and all that money could buy.Now it has meaning.The pastor cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to his. "Do you, Thane Malone Reinhardt, take Andera Cam
Andera's PovI pressed the heels of my palm into my burning eyes; sleep had eluded me; each day, I sat here, waiting for him to come back.My father came by yesterday. He tried telling me to leave and go home for a break, but I didn't agree to it. I'm not leaving this hospital without Thane. I took his hand in mine, his skin getting paler by the day. Five days, that's how long it's been since he entered into this coma.“Come back to me Love, please,” I whispered against the constant heaviness in my heart. “I need you, our children need you.”Five soul-crushing days of sitting by Thane’s bedside, listening to the beep of the heart monitor, praying for something to change.After Imogen stabbed him, Thane passed out. When we arrived here, the doctors told us that he was stable. That the blade missed anything vital. That he would wake up ‘soon,’ But their ‘soon’ wasn’t soon enough.Five days was way too long to use that word.My father was paranoid about the Imogen situation, it turns
Andera's PovThane stared at me with those eyes, eyes full of apology, pain, and a kind of helplessness that pierced deeper than a blade could. His hands trembled around the gun like it weighed a thousand pounds.“Andera.” my name left his lips in a soft whisper, I let his voice wrap around me; this would be the last time I hear him say my name like that. My heart didn't believe it-she refused to accept it.Behind him, Imogen smirked, She was enjoying seeing Thane break. All I could do was watch the man I love reduced to this, to choose between my life or our children.A tear slid down his face, and my heart tightened more, it was difficult to breathe.I gave him a bittersweet smile, “It’s okay,”My lips trembled when Thane shook his head. There was no way out of this. Either I die, or both my children die. “It's okay,” I whispered again.But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t.So this is how my life ends? I was never going to walk down our garden aisle with my biological father, I was neve
Thane's pov.My emotions skidded to a halt. “Imogen”Her name left my mouth in a whisper. The one behind the threats is my sister? My blood?“It can't be” The word scrapped against my throat, barely louder than a breath.Imogen stepped out of the shadow and in front of Andera. Outside, the clouds shifted casting the moonlight on her bored expression.I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out but a sound that was half denial, half despair.“It's not possible.” I shook my head, I refused to believe that my sister would do this to me “Tell me someone put you up to this, Imogen.”She scoffed, folding her arm across her chest. “You seem surprised Thane. Did you not see this coming?” “What?! You're family, Imogen. You are my sister. How?” She laughed, a sound that was full-on vicious with zero mirth “How come everyone thinks you're so smart when in reality, you're stupid and foolish.”Imogen flickered her lighter again and then extinguished the flame with her fingers.My eyes dart
Thane’s Pov11: 48 pmI stared at my watch, my eyes burning from the effort not to blink. I tapped my finger impatiently against the dashboard, Two more minutes till midnight.I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe properly. Knowing that Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany were in there sliced through me like a blade Nine hours.Nine goddamn hours since that text turned my world inside out.Come on, come on, come onMidnight.I shoved out of my car and sprinted towards the half-finished construction site, every muscle in my body screaming at me to go faster.All I wanted was to bring in the whole goddamn Seattle Police Department, storm into this building, tear it apart with my bare hands if I had to, and save my family,But one wrong move...All it would take is a wrong move, and this fúcker could kill them.The thought hit me so hard I nearly dry-heaved. Knots twisted in my stomach; I couldn’t even bear to picture it in my mind.I couldn’t lose them.I wouldn’t.The last nine hours have b
Andera's Pov The first thing I felt was the cold.My eyelids were heavy; it was an effort to open them; even when I did, I couldn't see past the darkness that wrapped me like a dark curtain. My head throbbed, heavy like lead. The harsh cold hit me again, racking my body with shivers.Reality hit my hazy mind like a brutal wave.The accident and kidnap.My kids.“Timmy! Tiffany!” I screamed past the burning parchedness in my throat. My voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to me.“Atlas! Timmy!! Tiffan..”A cough so violent wrenched free from me, squeezing my organs, clogging my throat.Water, I needed water.I coughed again, and blood spluttered to my thighs; the dull ache in the side of my head returned, but it wasn't bleeding anymore; the wound must have coated.I reached out to touch it, but my hand didn't move; I tried again, but nothing; it was then I regained consciousness of my body enough to know I was tied down to a chair, my ankles were bound, and my hands tied behind m
Thane's Pov. The meeting dragged longer than it should have. Much to my Asian client's disdain, I kept glancing at my watch, thinking of Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany at the bakery and all the family time I was missing out on. Thankfully, the wedding was a stone's throw away, after which we'd go on our honeymoon - the twins included, to a place far removed, deep in the mountains. I heaved out a sigh of relief when we rounded things up. Something had been gnawing at me the entire meeting. I brushed it off as the feeling of missing out, but now that the meeting is over, I realize it's because Atlas didn't check in with me. He was supposed to give me information once they reached the bakery, and departed too. Andrea had also said she'd call me on her way back. I haven't received her call, and she should have been back by now. I called once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the third ring, my gut twisted sharply. I stood from my chair when the call ended and reached out to Paul “Postpon
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