Elowen thought she had it all wealth, love, and a secure future until her husband, Caspian, betrayed her in the most devastating way. Watching him bring another woman into their home shattered her world and left her with nothing but heartbreak. Stripped of her place in society, she was forced to walk away from everything she once knew. In a moment of vulnerability, Elowen sought escape in a fleeting one-night stand. But that single night changed everything leaving her with twins and a necklace that haunted her every step. Years later, Elowen returns, stronger and more determined than ever to take back the life Caspian stole from her. But when her past collides with her future, she finds herself entangled with Lysander, a ruthless billionaire and the father of her children. Lysander offers her a deal a contract marriage that could give her the power she’s been fighting for. But Elowen must decide: can she trust the man who’s connected to her past, or will her quest for revenge cost her everything including her heart? With every twist and turn, Elowen must confront the biggest battle of all: will she reclaim her life, or will the pursuit of vengeance destroy her chance at happiness?
View More“You can join the others in writing a proposal. I hope you win.” Lysander’s voice carried a sharp edge, his smirk deepening as he delivered the verbal jab. He didn’t wait for a response, turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd, his presence leaving a trail of tension behind.The fashion showcase unfolded around them, a dazzling display of gowns and suits gliding across the floor. Elowen stood off to the side, her posture composed but her gaze scanning the room. When she felt someone step into her space, she turned her head sharply. Lysander was standing beside her, the faintest trace of amusement dancing on his lips.“We meet again, Miss Elowen,” he whispered, his voice low enough to brush against her ear.Her shoulders stiffened as she turned her head to face him. With a tight smile, she stepped closer and beckoned him down with a slight tilt of her head. When his ear was close enough, she murmured, “You shouldn’t call me that name.”His smirk widened, his eyes gleaming w
“You should be careful, Elowen. He could kill you at any time,” Lysander said, his tone nonchalant, as though discussing the weather.Elowen raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smirk. “And why are you telling me all this?” she asked, her voice calm, yet sharp enough to cut through the thick air between them.He leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. “Let’s just say... no woman has ever broken the record.”Her smirk deepened. “Record? You make it sound like you’re running some sort of contest.”Lysander chuckled softly, his laugh low and intimate. “In a way, I am. They all want the same thing one night in my bed or the chance to become the mother of my child.”Elowen tilted her head, studying him. “Oh, is that so?” she said, her voice layered with mockery. “Then you should know, Mr. Lysander, that I’m not one of those women. I don’t chase after men, and I certainly don’t need your help to get what I want.” She stepped back, turning to leave. “If you
Elowen turned the sleek, embossed card between her fingers, the gold lettering glinting under the chandelier’s soft glow. Aurelia’s smile lingered as she said, “We can be friends, Elowen. I’ve heard so much about you your work is truly inspiring.”Elowen tilted her head, a polite smile playing on her lips. “Thank you. I didn’t realize I’d become that popular.” Her tone was light, but the curiosity gnawed at her. How much did Aurelia know?“Perhaps tomorrow, if you’re free, we could meet,” she added, masking her intent behind casual friendliness.“I’d like that,” Aurelia replied warmly. She leaned in for a brief, airy hug, the scent of her expensive perfume lingering as she pulled away. “But for now, enjoy the party. I have other guests to attend to.” With a graceful nod, Aurelia moved off, her emerald-green gown trailing behind her like liquid silk.Elowen’s smile faded as she watched her retreat. A million questions swirled in her mind, each louder than the lively chatter of the crow
Elowen slammed the car door shut and trudged into the house, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. Her phone buzzed just as she sank onto the plush sofa.“How did the meeting go?” Seraphina’s voice came through the line, light but curious.Elowen groaned, rubbing her temples. “Horribly. Imagine planning a wedding for two people who can’t decide what they want. And the fiancée” her voice sharpened “she thinks she can boss me around. If it weren’t for my revenge, I’d never have set foot in this cursed city again.”Seraphina sighed on the other end. “Elowen, this is Lysander Caius we’re talking about. You know how powerful he is.”Elowen’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I don’t care about his power. All I care about is settling the score.”“Fine. But speaking of settling, there’s a party tonight a big one. Hosted by Aurelia, the top fashion designer in Apex Grove. She sent an invitation to the office this morning.”Elowen arched a brow, intrigued. “Why would she invite m
Elowen’s heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she approached the tall figure by the door. His back was turned, but the sharp cut of his suit and the commanding way he stood told her he was accustomed to power. She extended her hand when he turned to face her. "Mr. Lysander, nice to meet you," she said, her tone professional but cool, her hand steady despite the air of intimidation around him. He glanced at her hand for a fraction of a second before taking it. His grip was firm, almost testing. "Nice to meet you too," he said smoothly. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. Shall we go inside?" Elowen withdrew her hand and raised her chin. "Thank you, but I don’t think I’ll be working with you." Lysander stilled. No one had ever declined to work with him, let alone with such nonchalance. "I beg your pardon?" "It’s your wedding," she said, her voice cutting like glass. "You can give the job to someone else. I don’t tolerate
Elowen turned slowly, her heart pounding as her eyes met Caspian’s across the crowded lot. His piercing gaze narrowed in suspicion. She lowered her cap, tugging it further down her face, and adjusted her mask to obscure her identity. Her every instinct screamed at her to remain calm, even as her pulse quickened.“Who are you looking for?” Caspian’s tone was measured, but the steel edge in his voice betrayed his unease.Elowen hesitated for a beat, carefully schooling her expression. “I’m just looking for a friend,” she replied evenly, gesturing vaguely toward the far side of the lot. “I must have gotten the address wrong.”Caspian’s sharp gaze lingered, scanning her face for cracks in her story. “Strange place to meet a friend,” he said, his voice low. “I could help you find them.”“No need,” she said, her voice clipped as she took a deliberate step back. “I’ve got it under control.” Turning on her heel, she walked away, her pace steady despite the fire raging within her.Sliding into
Four years later…“Mummy, Mummy!” Eulalia’s tiny voice echoed through the hallway as she burst into her mother’s office, tears streaming down her cheeks.Elowen looked up from her desk, her heart melting at the sight of her daughter’s distress. She rushed to scoop Eulalia into her arms. “What’s wrong, my little angel? Why are you crying?”Eulalia sniffled, clinging tightly to her mother. “Leander took my toy and won’t give it back!”At that moment, Leander appeared in the doorway, arms crossed and brow furrowed. “Mum, she’s going to break it! I told her she can’t just throw it around. You bought it for her, but she’s being childish!” he muttered, glaring at his sister.Elowen gently set Eulalia down and crouched to Leander’s level, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Leander, she’s your little sister. You have to teach her with love, not force. Can you do that for me?”Leander’s stern expression faltered, replaced by guilt. He glanced at Eulalia, whose teary eyes watched him expectantly.
Elowen stepped off the train, her heart racing as she scanned the bustling city of Alphacrest. The cacophony of voices and the rhythmic clattering of luggage on the platform felt like a distant storm, but one familiar face stood out amidst the chaos. Seraphina beamed at her from the crowd, a handmade sign with Elowen's name scrawled in bright red letters held high.“Elowen!” Seraphina called, her voice cutting through the noise like a beacon. Before Elowen could respond, Seraphina swept her into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine enveloped her, grounding her in memories of laughter and simpler times.“Come on, let’s get you home,” Seraphina said, grabbing Elowen's suitcase with a determined tug.As they drove through the city, the lights blurred past like fleeting memories, but Elowen felt the weight of unspoken tension thickening the air between them. She stared out the window, lost in the shadows of her past.Once inside Seraphina’s apartment, silence stretch
Elowen shot awake, her body heavy with a deep, throbbing ache. The damp sheets clung to her, and the dim, claustrophobic room felt as if it was swallowing her whole. Her breathing was labored, shallow gasps escaping her as panic crawled up her spine. Something was horribly wrong.She tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in her lower abdomen forced her back down. Wincing, she peeled away the covers to reveal an unfamiliar bed. Where am I? Her heart hammered in her chest as she scanned the room, eyes darting from the heavy velvet curtains to the modern, sleek furniture. None of this was hers. This wasn’t her life.The fragments of last night flickered in her mind like pieces of a shattered mirror: music, laughter, and the touch of a stranger. Her palms pressed against her temples, but it did little to suppress the rising nausea.On the nightstand, a delicate silver necklace gleamed beside a crumpled piece of paper. Dread filled her as she reached for it, her fingers trembling.Find me. I
“Get the hell out of my son’s house!” Mrs. Thalassa’s voice cut through the dimly lit room, sharp as a blade, echoing off the walls. The venom in her words struck Elowen like a physical blow, freezing her in place. Three years of marriage, three years of love now shattered with a single command.Elowen’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood, rooted to the spot. This was her home too, wasn’t it? But in Mrs. Thalassa’s eyes, she was an intruder. Her gaze swept the room, once filled with love and laughter. Now, it felt foreign, hostile. The air buzzed with betrayal.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She had devoted herself to Caspian since childhood, her love wrapping around him like vines. But those vines had turned to shackles, tightening with each passing day, choking the life out of her. His touch once warm and tender now felt cold, like a ghost of what they once shared."Why should I leave my husband's house?" Elowen’s voice trembled, weak against th...
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