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 - POV
My 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, like the trust I foolishly thought we shared. I slip into it, the square neckline framing my collarbones, where the delicate pearl necklace Alaric gifted me on our last anniversary now rests. Even dressed, my gaze flickers back to the phone. Still nothing.
I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts any longer. Dialing Hazel, my best friend, I wait as the line rings, her voice eventually breaking through the static in my head.
“Hey,” I ask, forcing a brightness I don’t feel into my voice. “Are you bringing a plus one tonight?”
“Not this time. Stag, as usual,” she answers lightly, but I can’t bring myself to laugh at her usual banter. “Wait… don’t tell me. Did Alaric bail on you again?” Her tone shifts, cautious but probing, and her words hit me like blows I’m too tired to dodge.
The truth is lodged in my throat, but I force it out. “Yeah,” I admit, my voice breaking under the weight of the disappointment.
“I’ll pick you up,” she offers immediately. No pity, no questions—just action. That’s Hazel. She doesn’t say anything about the rumors either. The whispers about Davina, his new secretary—the same Davina who used to be his flame. I tell myself the stories can’t be true. Alaric wouldn’t betray me. He loves me. We’ve built too much together. Haven’t we?
Hazel arrives, and together we head to the event.
“I swear, I hate these charity things,” she mutters as we step out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.
I force a laugh. “You hate them because there’s never anyone cute enough to hold your attention.”
She rolls her eyes, pouting. “Guilty. My mom’s still convinced I’ll meet Prince Charming at one of these. She doesn’t get that book boyfriends are the only men who meet my standards.”
Her dramatics are a welcome distraction, and I laugh again—this time, it feels a little more real. “Book husbands don’t leave the toilet seat up or forget anniversaries. I get it.”
Her eyebrow arches skeptically. “Anniversaries, huh? You sure about that?”
I don’t answer. Hazel’s always been suspicious of Alaric. She’s never trusted him, and I’ve never understood why.
The ballroom hums with chatter and the clinking of glasses. Gowns sparkle under chandeliers, and I try to steady my nerves as I hand Hazel a drink. My phone buzzes as I make my way toward the restroom. Relief floods through me—it has to be him. But when I glance at the screen, the air is punched from my lungs.
An unknown number. A message. Attached are pictures.
I open them, my heart plummeting into freefall as the images load. Alaric. His hands on Davina’s naked body. Their limbs tangled. Intimate. Raw. Unforgivable.
My chest heaves. My vision blurs.
“Who are you?” I text back, my fingers shaking violently.
“Your well-wisher,” the reply comes almost instantly.
“This is fake,” I write. “It’s photoshopped.”
“You can believe what you want, sweetheart,” the next text reads. “But if I were you, I’d leave the event now. You’re about to face public humiliation.”
My breath comes in short, panicked gasps. My hands tremble, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Tears well up, spilling over as the weight of betrayal crushes me. I manage a final reply, the words trembling on the screen: “Whoever you are, this is a sick joke.”
I try to compose myself, grabbing a drink to steady my nerves. When I return to Hazel, she frowns, her concern evident.
“Everything okay? You look…” Her voice trails off as her eyes widen. She’s looking past me.
I turn.
And my world ends.
There he is. Alaric. Not alone.
Davina clings to his arm, draped in the crimson gown I’d ordered for myself—for our anniversary. Her lips are close to his ear, whispering something that makes him smile, and it hits me like a thunderclap: the photos were real. The texts were right.
His gaze locks onto mine, and the shock on his face is unmistakable. He didn’t expect me to be here. He thought I’d stay home, blind and oblivious.
The pain morphs into fury, white-hot and all-consuming. My voice shakes as I confront him. “What is this?”
The room falls silent. All eyes turn toward us. Cameras flash.
Alaric steps forward, his expression unnervingly calm. “Isn’t it obvious?” His voice is low, cold. Detached. “I’m with the woman I love.”
The words strike like knives, each one driving deeper into my chest.
“I want a divorce,” he says, blunt as a hammer. “I’ve been hiding this relationship long enough. I’m done pretending.”
Tears burn down my face, and my rage boils over. I slap him, hard, the sound cracking like a whip in the stunned silence.
“You bastard,” I hiss, venom lacing every word.
Davina gasps, stepping forward, but I throw my drink at her, the liquid splashing across her perfect, smug face. “Stay out of this, whore,” I snap, my voice shaking with fury.
“Enough!” Alaric growls, stepping between us. “Don’t you dare disrespect her. Davina has done more for me than you ever could. You’re just dead weight. A freeloader. A nothing.”
The humiliation is unbearable. The crowd watches, their pity cutting deeper than Alaric’s words. My chest heaves, my throat tight. Without another word, I turn and run, blinded by tears.
I trip on my heels, barely catching myself before I hit the ground—except I don’t. Strong arms steady me, and I glance up, dazed.
“Soren?” I whisper.
He looks down at me, his hazel eyes sharp and unreadable. His suit is immaculate, his dark hair slicked back. He’s changed so much, but I’d recognize him anywhere.
My best friend. The boy who disappeared from college five years ago without a trace. And now, here he is, like a ghost from my past, standing in front of me when my world is collapsing.
His bodyguard leans in, murmuring something in his ear, but Soren’s gaze remains locked on mine. His attention shifts briefly to the entrance, where Alaric and Davina stand, smug and triumphant.
Soren leans closer, his voice a quiet anchor in my storm. “Remember when I used to pretend to be your boyfriend to keep the guys at bay for you in college?”
I nod, too broken to speak.
He smirks, the gesture both comforting and dangerous. “Let’s do it again. Only this time, I don’t need a lunch for repaying me for my kindness.”
My shattered heart aches, torn between despair and the flicker of something else. Something I haven’t felt in years.
Hope.
Raisel – POV“Fine. Let’s fake date,” I whispered in response to Soren’s bold proposal. My voice wavered, but my heart betrayed me with a flutter. His braces were gone, and so was the awkward nerd I once knew. Standing before me now was a man who looked as though he’d stepped out of a European magazine—dark, brooding eyes, sharp features, and a presence that demanded attention. He was utterly unrecognizable, and it made my chest tighten.The paparazzi swarmed us like vultures, their camera flashes blinding and relentless. My head throbbed as questions were hurled at us from every direction. Before I could react, Soren’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His hold was firm yet protective, shielding me from the chaos.“Mr. Soren Dalton, we need to ask Mrs. Raisel Warden some questions,” one of them shouted.“You will not ask any questions of my girlfriend,” Soren stated with a calm, steely edge to his voice. The word “girlfriend” hung in the air like a firecracker, silenci
Soren’s POVThe apartment was silent now. Hazel and Raisel were asleep in the guest room after finishing off a tub of ice cream and hours of painful sobbing. Raisel’s cries had been raw and relentless, each one cutting through me like a knife. It was unbearable to hear her pain—her heartbreak—and knowing I couldn’t fix it entirely only made it worse. Hazel, thankfully, stayed by her side, offering the comfort of a sister.I stood by the window, glass in hand, staring at the city skyline. The lights of New York stretched endlessly before me, a stark contrast to the darkness stirring within. The sight offered no solace tonight. My thoughts were consumed by the image of Raisel—her tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, the shattered trust in her eyes. She looked utterly broken.She didn’t deserve this. Not Raisel. Never her.She was a kind soul, too good for the likes of Alaric. She had been my rock in college—the one who stood by me when no one else dared. Back then, I was the freak, t
Raisel’s POVThe tears never seemed to stop, as if they had carved a permanent path down my cheeks. Humiliation burned brighter with each passing day, fed by the hate-filled texts from strangers and the cruel messages from so-called friends who had turned their backs on me. It had been three months since I’d signed the divorce papers, three months of hiding in Soren’s penthouse. Hazel had been kind enough to gather my clothes from my old apartment and bring them to me, but stepping outside felt impossible.The cozy queen-sized guest room had become my cocoon. Soren had been… incredible. He brought me chocolates, ice cream, and the occasional sarcastic jab to jolt me out of my pity party. The housekeeper cooked meals so delicious I didn’t deserve them, and yet here I was, curled up, an empty shell of the woman I used to be.“Raisel,” Soren called from the living room. His voice was casual, light, like the weight of my crumbling life didn’t hang in the air between us. I glanced at the do
Raisel – POV“Why would he announce his marriage to Davina?” I asked, my voice trembling as tears welled in my eyes. My heart ached, and the betrayal stung anew, as if Alaric had twisted the knife in deeper. “What kind of man is Alaric to move on so easily? To flaunt it so publicly?” My voice cracked, and I pressed my trembling hands against my face to stop the flow of tears.“I know why,” Soren said, his voice calm and measured.I looked up, startled by his confidence. “Why?” I demanded.“We are the talk of the town,” he replied. “The internet believes I’m serious about you. That I’m in love with Raisin.”My cheeks burned at the nickname, but I ignored it. “How does that backfire on Alaric?” I asked, not understanding.Soren’s hazel eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “I’ll explain later,” he said, waving off my question.I frowned, and Hazel mirrored my skepticism with a pointed glare.“Soren, I need an answer,” I pressed, my frustration building. “You asked me to
Content Warning:This chapter has a suicide attempt scene, which may be distressing for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted individual or professional support for help. Remember, you are not alone. **Raisel – POV**I woke up with a pounding headache, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows. Alaric was busy adjusting the drapes, flooding the room with blinding light. “Morning, Raisins,” he greeted me.“My head hurts,” I groan, my eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness. The aroma of coffee and breakfast filled the air, and I spotted Lora, the maid who always brought me delicious food.“You’re drooling,” Soren remarked, an amused glint in his eyes, clearly entertained by my lack of decorum. I didn’t care. Rolling my eyes, I reached for the coffee, but Soren stopped me, pointing to the ginger tea instead. He took the coffee mug for himself, and I growled in frustration.“I need coffee,” I whined.“Ginger t
**Soren's POV**My eyes never left her as she sat reading a book. I want to kill Alaric for what he did to Raisel—my sunshine—leaving her so broken, pushing her to the edge. I couldn't sleep last night; I just watched her like a creep. The image of her, weak and with pills in her hands, flashes in my mind like a nightmare.“You have no work?” Raisel raised an eyebrow, giving me a small smile.“I’m taking the day off,” I muttered.“I hardly see you leave the apartment,” she said in her sweet voice, her messy hair making her look beautiful. I had to avert my gaze before I gave myself away.“You sure you’re not bored of my presence?”“Oh no. I think I know why you’re stuck at home.” I stopped sipping my black coffee, our eyes meeting. I saw the sadness in her blue eyes.“It’s not you,” I assured her. It was only half the truth, but still, there were other reasons.“No need to lie,” she muttered.“Raisel, I have other reasons for staying at home. I need peace while my lawyers handle the p
Raisel – POVHazel will soon be here. It's just a day until my ex-husband marries his former lover. Soren has been planning, I am sure. I heard him call that paparazzi, and the article against me claimed I had an affair with Soren, with some college photos of me and Soren. Things got worse when my ex-husband, Alaric, said I was unfaithful and secretly dating Soren behind his back. He claimed he gave me many chances to turn things around and restore the relationship, but seeing no hope and being heartbroken, he found love again with Davina. The people who once supported me turned against me. I want to reply back with the truth, to expose all the lies he's told, but Soren asked me not to start a Twitter war or engage in an internet battle—it’s not the right time. I argued with him, but he begged me, so I had to stand down. Soren sat next to me, but I haven’t been speaking to him, annoyed and angry.“You know, the day after tomorrow, you have an appointment with the counselor,” he remind
Raisel’s POV What the hell? I opened my phone to find a naked photo of Alaric with a ribbon tied around his dick. The message read, “Be ready to go on a ride after the honeymoon.” What the actual hell? Is he seriously this inconsiderate? “If you take me on a ride, you’ll end up dead,” I texted back coldly. “Shit, my bad for sending that to you,” he replied. “It was meant for Davina.” “Bad for her. Because that average-sized dick of yours would bore the hell out of her just like the three years of our marriage did to me,” I shot back. “Whatever, Raisel. Go shack up with Loser Soren and stop being such a sourpuss.” “I’m just stating facts,” I responded. “Soren may not have the biggest dick, but his maturity and kindness are more than you could ever have.” “Raisel, what’s going on?” I looked up to see Soren standing there in athletic shorts, shirtless. Every day he just looks hotter, like the summer heat that only intensifies as the days go by. “You’re red. What’s going on? Your s
Raisel’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, warm and soft, like a kiss from the universe after a long, restless storm. I stirred in bed, feeling more rested than I had in days. My body still ached slightly from the newness of motherhood, but my heart felt full—overflowing, actually.I padded through the apartment, still quiet with the peaceful hush of early morning. I found Soren in Aurelia’s room, the soft light of dawn casting a golden hue over him as he carefully adjusted her tiny blanket. His every movement was tender, deliberate. This man—the same one who used to grumble about morning alarms—was now up before me, checking on our daughter.After his routine—breakfast, meds, and his usual black coffee—he turned to me and smiled.“Don’t worry about Aurelia,” he said, pouring a second cup for himself. “I’ve got her.”It had only been four days since we brought her home. Four days. And yet, Soren had slipped so effortlessly into fatherhood, like it had always been insi
Soren’s POV My eyes settle on the sweetest sight: Aurelia fast asleep in her crib, and somehow, Raisins has managed to squeeze in beside her. The little guy fits perfectly, curled up like he was meant to be there. It’s impossibly cute. I pull out my phone and snap a picture, already knowing I’ll come back to this moment again and again.I tiptoe out, letting my two angels rest. I can’t wipe the smile off my face—seeing them like that does something to me. Still, deep down, there’s this quiet fear that won’t quite go away: What if I’m not enough? What if I can’t be the father she deserves?But this happiness… this warmth in my chest… it’s like nothing I’ve ever known. I sit on the couch, breathe in deep, and close myeyes. The peace is so overwhelming I could cry. And to think—I once believed I’d never know this kind of love. I thought I was broken. Unlovable. That someone like Raisel was a dream I’d never be allowed to have.“Soren?”I open my eyes to find Raisel walking toward me,
Raisel’s POVMornings felt like a haze lately—exhaustion clinging to me like fog. But I wasn’t alone. I had help. Soren, Hazel, Fiora... and of course, Aurelia.“Morning, love,” Soren murmured, brushing a kiss across my forehead. I smiled up at him as his arms slid around my waist.Hazel entered with Aurelia in her arms and handed her to me gently. The baby giggled and cooed, lighting up the entire room.“Hey there, little princess,” I whispered, nuzzling her soft cheek.“Breakfast is ready!” Nia called cheerfully from the kitchen. Even Nia, usually so calm and composed, couldn’t resist the joy Aurelia brought into our home.“You all go ahead and eat. I’ll take care of Aurelia,” Soren offered, cradling her as he walked off toward the playroom.As I sat down with the others, I noticed the energy shift. Something unspoken hung heavy between Hazel and Fiora—glances exchanged, a tension that was hard to miss.“What’s going on?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.No wonder Soren had slipped away
RAISEL – POV Soren looked worn out, eyes heavy with something deeper than exhaustion.“I thought I killed him,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really believed it. But then Killian and I reviewed the video… and it showed more.”I leaned in, heart pounding. “What else killed Alaric?”He nodded, eyes clouded. “A sniper. Hired by Joshua. The plan was to kill him and frame me.”My hand flew to my mouth. I gasped. “Oh my god…”“So technically, I’m not a criminal,” Soren said quietly. “But Viktor... he did die by my hands.”I blinked at him, stunned. “Mathew left you?”“He had to,” Soren said. “After I showed him the evidence… Killian tracked down the assassin, who confessed everything. Mathewhad no choice. He had to arrest me. But Viktor’s death… that part is still a mystery. Killian covered things back then.”I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around him, trembling.“You’re finally home,” I whispered against his shoulder.“I am,” he said softly, wrapping me
Raisel - POV“Soren,” I whispered like a prayer. “Is it really you?”“Raisins, this isn’t a dream.”His voice—deep, warm, and familiar—washed over me like a balm. He reached for my hand, his touch grounding me. But then pain exploded in my abdomen, sharp and sudden.“Ahh!”The cry tore from my lips before I could stop it. My vision blurred as the pain clenched tighter, burning from the inside out.“She’s dilating,” the nurse called out as the doctor rushed in.I could barely breathe—the pain was swallowing me whole.“Soren…”“Everything’s going to be alright!”His voice shook, urgent and raw, his eyes brimming with worry as they searched mine.“Why is she in so much pain?” he snapped at the doctor.“Please, sir, calm down,” the nurse said, steady but firm.“It’s time to push,” the doctor announced.I panted through the fire blazing inside me and pushed with every ounce of strength I had left.“You’ve got this, Raisins,” I heard Soren say, his voice like an anchor in the storm.Then—A
Raisel’s POVFour Months LaterI’m at my desk, going through the motions, but my mind is elsewhere—circling around Mathew. He’s getting closer to Soren’s location, and that terrifies me. Last week, Fiora decrypted a coded message—it confirmed what I feared: Mathew is hot on their trail.Killian’s gone dark, too, hiding from Mathew, who’s figured out that Killian is the one protecting Soren.Even worse, Mathew managed to dig up enough evidence to implicate Jace—proof that he tampered with the surveillance footage tied to Soren. It’s not a solid case yet, but it’s enough for Mathew to keep hauling Jace into the interrogation room, hoping he’ll crack and hand over Soren on a silver platter.A knock snaps me out of my thoughts.“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Mathew says smoothly, stepping inside. “I’ve been calling.”I compose myself quickly. “What brings you here, Mr. Mathew?”He raises an eyebrow, probably thrown off by how calm I sound.“I have a few questions,” he says, pulling out a c
Soren’s POVBrian came striding in, almost too fast, his face lit up with a strange sort of joy. Not the kind of expression you’d expect in our line of work. He handed me an envelope.“A letter from your wife,” he said, then disappeared without waiting for a response.I didn’t need to read the name. I already knew who it was from.Inside was a letter, and a small, wrapped box. My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper."You are the father of my child."The words stared back at me, loud and raw. I unwrapped the box to find a pregnancy test. Positive.My heart cracked open with emotions I wasn’t ready for. Me—a father? That thought had never even flirted with my imagination. I didn’t know how to feel. Was she scared? Was she happy? I had no answers, only a hurricane of uncertainty.And on top of it all, that monster Davina was still out there, circling her. I should’ve ended her when I had the chance.I climbed out of the basement, needing air—needing something stronger. But I didn’t ma
Raisel’s POV“Raisins.” I stared at the nickname, my heart caught somewhere between a laugh and a lump in my throat.“This isn’t Davina writing, but—” Hazel cut in, grinning. “I’ll give you and that letter some privacy, now that I know it’s not a threat letter. It's a love letter.” She winked, her tone playful.I blushed, caught off guard.As my eyes returned to the letter, I caught a soft trace of his cologne clinging to the page — warm, spicy, unmistakably him. And just like that, a rush of emotion surged up, bittersweet and strong. A strange calm swept over me. Even if things were uncertain, this letter brought me back to center.The LetterRaisins,This is a rough patch we’re going through — being apart like this. But it won’t last forever. I know that in my gut.Raisins... are you eating on time? You always forget when you’re caught up in work. Skipping lunch is basically your thing — and it drives me nuts.{I smiled through a tear. I could almost hear his voice, every word alive
RAISEL’S POVOne Month LaterI crouched in the shadows of the alley, my breath shallow, heart pounding. I was hiding from Davina’s assassins. Heavy footstepsechoed behind me.“Search over there!” a man barked.They swarmed the area. Without a sound, I slid beneath a rickety shed, my pulse thudding so loud I was sure they could hear it.“Come out, woman!” another voice shouted.I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth, stifling the scream clawing its way up my throat. Every part of me trembled. I regrettedeverything—leaving alone, ignoring Killian and Jace’s warnings to call first, brushing Hazel off when she tried to stop me. Myphone was in my hand, but the screen was black. Dead.God, help me, I begged silently. Please."Did you check all the spots?" one of them asked."I did. Nothing.""Impossible. We saw her run down this alley."“We can’t fail this mission. If we do—” the man’s voice faltered.“We have to kill her. Then send the photo to Lady Davina.”I shivered. Even they were