Isla Carter never imagined that one reckless night would change her life forever. Strong-willed yet innocent, she crosses paths with Killian Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire CEO known for his cold heart and devastating charm. After a heated night of passion, Isla discovers she’s pregnant—only to be met with an unexpected proposition. Killian offers her a marriage of convenience, a cold-hearted arrangement to protect his reputation while he secretly maintains his engagement to another woman. Isla, trapped by circumstance, agrees—but soon realizes she’s nothing more than a pawn in Killian’s twisted game of power and deception. Despite his cruelty, Killian finds himself drawn to Isla’s fire, but just as their tangled emotions begin to unravel, a shocking betrayal shatters everything—his fiancée is none other than Isla’s stepsister, the woman who has tormented her for years. Heartbroken and betrayed, Isla walks away, determined to reclaim her life, but Killian isn’t ready to let her go. Now, he must make a choice: the empire he has built or the woman who has stolen his heart. Will their love rise from the ashes of betrayal, or will it crumble under the weight of shattered vows?
Lihat lebih banyakIsla sat in front of the vanity mirror in her room, her reflection staring back at her like a ghost of the woman she once was. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed, but it flickered beneath layers of exhaustion and heartbreak. Killian had made it clear—he wasn’t letting her go.Not as his wife. Not as the mother of his child. Not as anything but a possession locked within the confines of this house.A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts."Come in," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.The door creaked open, and to her dismay, Celeste stepped inside, her usual smirk plastered on her face. She was draped in an elegant, deep-red dress that clung to her body like a second skin, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder in perfect waves."Poor Isla," Celeste cooed, shutting the door behind her. "Trapped like a little bird in a gilded cage."Isla met her gaze through the mirror, refusing to react. "Did you come here to gloat?"Celeste chuckled, moving closer, her heels cli
Isla stormed down the dimly lit hallway of the Blackwood estate, her heart pounding against her ribs like a war drum. Every step she took felt heavier, like the weight of her emotions was dragging her down. She needed to get away—from this house, from Killian, from the suffocating grip he had on her life. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in on her, warning her that no matter how far she ran, she could never truly escape him.But as she reached the grand staircase, a chilling voice stopped her in her tracks."Going somewhere?"Killian’s voice was smooth, controlled, but Isla could hear the tension beneath it. Slowly, she turned to face him. He stood at the top of the stairs, his broad frame illuminated by the dim chandelier light. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those stormy, conflicted blue eyes—were locked onto her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine."I don’t owe you an explanation," Isla shot back, straightening her
Isla sat in the grand library of the Blackwood estate, her fingers tracing the rim of the untouched cup of tea before her. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within her, thunder rolling across the sky like an omen. She had thought she was past this pain—past the way her heart clenched every time Killian's name came up. But the last few days had proven her wrong.She had been a fool to think that he would ever put her above his power, above his twisted loyalty to Celeste. Even after everything, even after the undeniable tension between them, he had still chosen to stay by Celeste’s side."You should eat something," Evelyn, the housekeeper, urged gently as she placed a fresh plate of food before Isla.Isla gave a hollow smile. "I’m not hungry."Evelyn sighed, concern lining her face. "You barely sleep, you barely eat. This is no way to live, dear.""I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine." Isla’s voice was clipped, a sharp contrast to the dull ache in her chest.Before Evelyn could
Killian had always been a man of control, but as he sat in his office, staring blankly at the stack of contracts before him, he realized he had lost it. Isla’s absence gnawed at him, a festering wound he refused to acknowledge. Yet here he was, buried in work, pretending she hadn’t become the only thought that occupied his mind.A knock at the door disrupted his brooding. He didn’t bother looking up as Damon entered.“She’s waiting for you,” Damon announced, his voice laced with hesitation.Killian exhaled sharply. He knew exactly who ‘she’ was. Celeste.He rose, straightening his suit, and walked out of his office. As he approached the private lounge where Celeste waited, a familiar sense of exhaustion crept into his bones. He had known Celeste for years, but every moment with her felt like a performance.The doors swung open, revealing Celeste lounging on the velvet couch, a glass of champagne in hand. She looked radiant, as always—every strand of her golden hair in place, her desig
The air inside Killian’s office was thick with tension. He stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back turned to Celeste as he stared blankly at the city skyline. Isla’s words haunted him, looping in his mind like a cruel melody he couldn’t silence.I refuse to be nothing.She had walked away from him, and he had let her. But the ache in his chest hadn’t faded. Instead, it had grown, festering into something unrecognizable. And now, here he was, drowning in regret while Celeste stood behind him, her presence suffocating.“I don’t know why you look so miserable, Killian,” Celeste’s voice was smooth, taunting. “You made your choice.”Killian clenched his jaw. He didn’t respond.Celeste sighed and walked closer, placing a manicured hand on his shoulder. “Isla was never right for you. She was a passing distraction. You and I, we belong together. Our families expect it. The world expects it.”He shrugged her off and turned to face her, his icy blue eyes piercing through her facade. “T
Isla stood at the departure gate, her heart pounding as the announcement for her flight echoed through the terminal. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her suitcase as she took a deep breath. This was it. She was finally breaking free.A part of her had foolishly believed he wouldn’t come. That he would let her go, let her slip away into the unknown. But as she turned toward the exit, her stomach dropped.Killian Blackwood stood at the entrance of the terminal, his tall, imposing figure radiating authority. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes locked onto her like a predator who had finally found his prey. The sight of him sent a shiver down her spine.People moved around him, yet he remained still, his presence dominating the space as if time itself had paused for him. The moment their eyes met, Isla knew—he wasn’t here to say goodbye.He was here to take her back.She forced herself to move, to keep walking toward the gate, but she had barely taken three steps before a hand c
Killian sat in the dimly lit study of his penthouse, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice had long melted, leaving behind a watered-down bitterness that matched the taste in his mouth. The city skyline stretched before him, dazzling with a million lights, but none of it felt real. Not without her.His mind replayed the moment Isla had walked away. The way she had looked at him—like he was nothing. Like he was already dead to her.He had told himself he didn’t care. That he had done the right thing by keeping her at arm’s length. But the hollow ache in his chest told him otherwise.Killian clenched his jaw and threw back the rest of his drink. He had spent years perfecting the art of indifference, mastering control over every aspect of his life. Yet, for the first time, he felt utterly powerless. He had built walls around his emotions, but Isla had shattered them without even trying. Now, all that remained was an emptiness that no amount of whiskey could drown.A sharp knock on the
The penthouse was quiet, the weight of unspoken words pressing against the walls like a silent storm waiting to break. Isla stood near the massive glass windows, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed at the glowing city beneath her. The view had once mesmerized her, but now it only felt like a gilded cage, trapping her in a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.She had made up her mind. She was going to leave.The click of expensive Italian leather shoes against the marble floor sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t turn around, already knowing who it was. Killian Blackwood had a presence that demanded attention, even in silence.“You’re still here.” His voice was deep, carrying the weight of something unreadable.Isla’s fingers curled into fists. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself before she turned to face him. He stood in the dim light, his tailored suit pristine as always, his cold gray eyes studying her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken despite herse
The tension in the Blackwood estate had reached its peak. Isla had expected Killian to continue his cold indifference after their last heated conversation, but instead, he seemed to be playing a new game—one she wasn’t sure how to win.The morning light filtered through the expansive windows of the estate, casting long golden streaks across the marble floors. Isla stood by the window of her bedroom, watching the city skyline in the distance, her thoughts scattered. She should have felt triumphant—Killian had given her a choice. Stay and submit to his conditions, or fight him and risk losing everything. But why did it feel like no choice at all?A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could answer, the heavy oak door swung open, and there he was.Killian Blackwood.Dressed in an immaculate three-piece suit, he was the picture of effortless power. But his gaze—dark and unreadable—was locked on her with an intensity that made her pulse race. He didn’t look like a man
The Blackwood Estate stood as a towering symbol of wealth and influence, its grandeur casting an imposing shadow over the city skyline. It was a place where only the most elite gathered, a haven for billionaires, politicians, and socialites who measured power in whispers and sealed deals with a clink of crystal glasses. Tonight, the estate was alive with music and laughter, the grand ballroom a spectacle of shimmering lights, flowing champagne, and breathtakingly expensive gowns.Isla Carter adjusted the strap of her deep emerald dress, her fingers grazing the soft silk as she scanned the crowd with barely concealed unease. She was out of place here, surrounded by women who wore their privilege like a second skin and men who had the world at their feet. She hadn’t wanted to come, but her best friend, Elena, had insisted, dragging her into a night she was already regretting.“You look like you’re about to make a run for it,” Elena teased, nudging Isla’s arm as they stood near the bar....
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Komen