Raisel Alaric Warden, a devoted wife, loves caring for her husband, Alaric Warden, a millionaire businessman at Warden Company. They fell in love in college and have been happily married for three years. However, Raisel’s world was shaken when she discovered that Alaric had feelings for Davina, his secretary, from their university days. Though initially unworried, Raisel noticed Alaric’s growing absence at events. At a social gathering, Raisel’s best friend, Hazel, noticed her solitude. “Why are you by yourself?” Hazel asked, handing Raisel a drink. “Alaric was busy,” Raisel replied, masking her unease. As they spoke, Raisel saw Alaric with Davina, their affection evident. When Davina kissed Alaric’s cheek, causing a stir among photographers, Raisel’s heart sank. “What is this all about?” Raisel asked, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Raisel, but I want a divorce. I love Davina,” Alaric confessed, as tears filled Raisel’s eyes and cameras flashed around them. Overwhelmed, Raisel fled, only to be caught by strong arms—those of Soren Dalton, her best friend and billionaire businessman, whom she hadn’t seen in five years. “Soren,” Raisel whispered. Understanding the situation from a video his bodyguard showed him, Soren’s expression turned cold, his glare fixed on Alaric, Davina, and the paparazzi. “Remember in college, when I pretended to be your boyfriend to keep other guys away? Let’s do that again,” he whispered in her ear. Torn between the past and present, Raisel looked between Soren and Alaric, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
View MoreRaisel – POVFiora, Hazel, and I had searched everywhere—every hallway, every floor—but Gwen was nowhere to be found.“Hey, have you seen Gwen?” I asked one of my coworkers, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.“Yeah,” she nodded. “She came in earlier but left after taking a phone call.”“Did she say where she was going?”“Not a clue.”“Come with me,” Fiora said, grabbing my hand. I didn’t hesitate, following her with Hazel close behind as we rushed into my office.“I can track her phone,” Fiora offered, already pulling out her laptop.“Do it,” Hazel snapped before I could even get the words out. “I need answers—goddammit.”Fiora looked at me for confirmation.“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”Seconds ticked by like hours before Fiora finally said, “Got her. Let’s go.”“I’ll text Killian and let him know I’m taking the day off,” I muttered as we hustled out. Hazel’s car screeched into the road as Fioragave directions, leading us straight to the one place I didn’t expect—The prison.
Raisel – POVIt’s been a week. Just one. And yet, everything’s changed.I had to get back to work at Terrain Motors. Normal life, right? Except it’s not. Gwen dropped the bomb—Killian's the new CEO, not Soren. That one stung.The whole week passed in a blur. Killian kept me updated using coded language that made zero sense half the time. Thankfully,Fiora was a pro at decoding it. Killian said Soren was doing fine, which was something, but the officers were still monitoring every call, every device. Translation: zero contact with Soren. For who knows how long.Knock knock.“You ready? You’re gonna be late,” Hazel’s voice called out gently.“Coming!” I stepped out of my room, pulling down my green blouse and smoothing my black pencil skirt.“Whoa, look at you. Total knockout,” Hazel said, giving me the classic head-to-toe scan. I smiled. She was trying her best to lift myspirits.“You don’t have to drive me. I’ll grab a cab,” I said quietly.“Nope. I’ve got nowhere to be,” she said, h
Raisel - POVMy panic finally started to settle the moment Fiora looked at her phone and read the message.It was from Jace.Soren’s okay. This was all staged. Fiora whispering in my ears.While the doctor checked my vitals. He handed me some medication to help calm my nerves and quietly stepped out of the room.“Inhale slowly… now exhale,” Hazel said, her voice like silk brushing across my senses.“I want to go see Soren,” I whispered.“I’m sorry, Raisel… but you can’t. Not right now,” Fiora added gently, sadness woven into every word.“Why not?” I whispered again. “I need him. I…”Before I could finish, Hazel pulled me into a tender embrace.“The officers are still watching you… even if the charges were dropped,” she murmured against my shoulder.“They’re doing everything they can to dig deeper, to confirm the truth,” Fiora added, trying to stay calm for my sake.“Until the case is closed and some time passes… you’ll need to stay here,” Hazel said quietly.I pulled back slightly fro
Soren – POVI sat in the car, my mind still reeling from the intense conversation we just had—planning out my staged accident, down to the finest detail. Jace would handle the video footage, making sure it all looked like damning evidence of my supposed death.I gripped the steering wheel tighter. This was it.The road was quiet, deserted. Perfect.I floored the gas, the engine roaring beneath me, my pulse racing to match. Trees blurred past. I jerked the wheel, losing control just enough to make it look real. The car slammed into a tree with a violent crunch. My head cracked against the steering wheel, and for a second, everything blurred. A sharp pain shot through my skull. I couldn’t afford to black out now.I had to move. Now.Staggering out of the wreckage, I barely made it out before the flames erupted behind me. Heat kissed my back as I collapsed ontothe grass, lungs heaving. Killian’s men were already there, emerging from the shadows, pulling me away from the wreck. They’d ha
Soren – POVMy eyes flew open. I was drenched—water dripping from my face and hair, heart pounding. I sat slumped in a chair, dazed, staring around the condo.“Asshole,” I growled.Killian shrugged casually. “Had to bring you here to keep you safe. Raisel’s orders,” he said. “She told me if you refused, I should knock you out.”My eyes narrowed at him.“I figured you wouldn’t believe me,” he added, then hit play on a recording on his phone. Raisel’s voice spilled out—urgent, desperate. She’d said everything just like Killian claimed.“I can’t just sit here doing nothing for her. She’s in trouble,” I said, rising quickly. I pulled out my phone and called Jace.“What’s the status on Raisel?” I asked.“She’s in custody,” he said grimly. “They’re interrogating her about the video and what happened.” There was a pause.“What?” I demanded.“Susan… passed away,” he whispered. “She went into shock when the officers arrested Raisel.”I cursed under my breath.“I’m coming to New York. I’ll take
Soren - POVAll the stakeholders assembled at Dalton headquarters in the UK with polished shoes, sharp stares, and nerves stitched into the seams of their suits. They were here for one reason—to decide who’d take the charge of the company. Again.Technically, I was still CEO. But this was never supposed to be permanent. That’s the deal I’d made with my grandfather: I’d step in temporarily, steer the ship until I could prove Joshua was capable of taking over for real.“The agenda of today’s meeting is to appoint a new CEO,” the chairperson began, voice stiff and rehearsed. “After the passing of Mr.Joshua Dalton, Mr. Beau Dalton, and Mr. Alex Dalton, our stock has taken a severe hit.”He stopped. Looked straight at me. Like I was supposed to fix this. Like I was still one of them.“We understand your tenure ends this month,” he continued.I nodded. “Yes. I won’t be continuing.”A hush settled in the room. Not shock—just disappointment they weren’t even trying to hide.“You are the stro
RAISEL – POV“Soren!”He looked up and smiled. “I was wrapping up work.”I wanted to ask what was on his mind, but I figured I’d wait until we got home. The car ride was unusually quiet.As soon as we stepped inside, Soren excused himself and went straight to his office. I freshened up and was about to start cooking something for us when I saw him sitting on the couch, deep in thought.“Soren, you seem distant... and worried,” I said softly.He looked up. “I’m trying to figure out what to do with this pendrive.”“Destroy it,” I suggested.“No, I’m not thinking about that,” he replied quickly.“Then what?”“Killian might have a copy... and what if he—” he paused, clearly troubled.“He said he didn’t, but still, being cautious is smart. Just... don’t let it eat you up,” I said. “Maybe things won’t go bad. You have me.We’ll be okay. We’ll be happy. My mom will be here too.”He raised an eyebrow.“What’s that look for?” I asked.“You called Susan ‘Mom’ instead of her name,” he said with
Soren – POVKillian glanced between me and Raisel, his expression unreadable.“To answer your question... why not check what's on the pen drive?” he suggested. “Maybe now's the right time. Then I’ll answer whatever you want.”From a spare burner laptop, I plugged in the drive. Just one file: a video. Raisel sat beside me as we hit play—and watched the footage of me... killing Alaric.I froze. My eyes locked on Killian.“Where did you get this?” I asked, voice low.Raisel spoke next, anxiety laced in her words. “What do you plan to do with this?”Killian’s gaze didn’t waver. “To answer your question, Soren—my father planned to use this to ruin your name. After killing you, of course.”I tried to read him, tried to tell if this was some twisted ploy.“As I said earlier, if there’s a peace deal—no bloodshed—then there are no consequences,” Killian said calmly.“It’s hard to believe,” Raisel murmured.“I understand. It does sound too good to be true,” he admitted.I narrowed my eyes. “Wha
Raisel - POVNew York was its usual chaotic self—bustling streets, people rushing off to work, taxis honking like it was their full-time job. I watched the city blur past from the car window, my mind already tangled in the upcoming meeting. Dressed in formal attire, today was all about discussing sales success and strategies to push for more.A gentle tug on my hand pulled me from my thoughts. Soren. His fingers laced through mine, his grip warm and familiar.“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, bringing my knuckles to his lips.“Just work,” I whispered back.He frowned, clearly unimpressed. “And here I thought you were having daydreams—scratch that, wet dreams—about me.”I felt my face heat up instantly. It wasn’t like I didn’t think about him that way. Keeping my hands off him was already a full-time struggle. His smirk deepened, all dark amusement. God, I hated how easily he got under my skin.“I promise to make all your fantasies come true,” he murmured, voice teasing but laced wit
Author Note: Hey readers, This book delves into the darker side of romance, featuring explicit language, scenes, and a fast pace romance intertwined with a stalker trope. Please be aware that the content is intense and may not be suitable for everyone. If you enjoy dark romance novels and want to stay updated, follow me to my F******k group, Tracy Readrats, for more insights and discussions. Happy reading! TracyRaisel - POVMy eyes fixate on the phone screen, my fingers trembling above the display, waiting—desperately hoping—for a message from Alaric. But the screen remains hauntingly silent, the absence of his name like a knife twisting deeper with every passing second. Maybe he’s just busy at work, I tell myself, my chest tightening as dread curls around my ribs like a vise. The lie barely holds together.Needing a distraction, I turn to the charity event I’m dressing for, pulling a white, sleeveless dress from the wardrobe. The cream hue feels like a bitter joke—pure, simple, l...
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