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?
Voir plusIsla stood before the mirror in her small but cozy apartment, adjusting the collar of her white blouse. The reflection staring back at her was no longer the fragile woman haunted by betrayal — no longer the Isla who trembled at the sound of Killian’s name.Her eyes were colder now. Stronger. Sharper.Every scar, every tear she had shed built this version of her — and she wasn’t going to hide from her past anymore.The knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts.She tensed.Nobody was supposed to visit her today.Slowly, cautiously, she approached the door. Peeking through the peephole, relief washed over her when she saw Liam’s familiar face.Still… she opened the door just a crack.“Liam?” she asked.He exhaled a breath of relief. “Isla… thank God.”She widened the door reluctantly and let him in, locking it immediately after.“What’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the tension in his jaw, the restlessness in his steps.He turned to face her, his expression grave.“He’s here.”Her
The city was different in the morning light. Golden rays stretched across the skyline, casting a warmth that Isla barely felt. She pulled her coat tighter around her as she stepped out onto the busy sidewalk, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag like a lifeline. It had been a week since she’d walked away from Killian, a week since she had decided to start over, but the ghost of him still lingered in the corners of her mind, in the spaces between her breaths.She had found refuge in a quieter part of the city, far from the chaos of her past life. It wasn’t luxurious, and it wasn’t permanent, but it was hers. A small studio apartment, just enough space for herself and the life she was trying to rebuild. No more grand mansions, no more suffocating ballrooms filled with people waiting to tear her apart.As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She hesitated before pulling it out. The screen flashed a name she hadn’t expected—Liam.For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but s
The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. Isla’s heart pounded as she tried to process Liam’s words, but the name alone was enough to send icy fear crawling down her spine.Celeste.The woman who had been lurking in the shadows of Killian’s world. The woman who had made it clear that Isla was nothing more than an inconvenience in her eyes, a pawn in a game she refused to lose. Isla had always known Celeste was dangerous, but if she had found her now…Killian’s expression darkened, his posture shifting into something more predatory. “How the hell does she know?”Liam clenched his jaw, phone still in his grip. “I don’t know, but she does. She’s on her way here.”A sharp curse escaped Killian’s lips. He turned to Isla, stepping closer, lowering his voice to something urgent but controlled. “We need to leave. Now.”Isla bristled, her mind still spinning. “Why? What does she want?”Killian’s gaze was sharp, unwavering. “You know exactly what she wants.”Liam let ou
The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of Killian’s car as he drove with single-minded determination. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. The tension in his jaw mirrored the storm raging inside him. Isla had vanished again, slipping through his grasp like smoke, and every second that passed only fueled his desperation.He had been searching for her relentlessly, following every lead, interrogating every contact, and yet she remained just out of reach. But this time, he wasn’t going to lose her. Not again.Killian slammed his foot on the gas, weaving through the streets, his mind replaying their last encounter—the way she had looked at him, not with anger, not with fear, but with something worse.Indifference.It had shaken him to his core, more than any betrayal, more than any argument. Isla had always fought back, had always had fire in her eyes when she looked at him. But that last time… she had simply walked away, as if he no longer matt
Killian had never felt so powerless.The city lights flickered outside the tinted windows of his car as it sped through the streets. His fingers drummed anxiously against his thigh, his jaw locked tight. Every lead had turned into a dead end. Every attempt to track Isla down had only led to more frustration. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.But he wasn’t going to give up.Not this time.Liam. The name alone made his blood boil. The man had inserted himself into Isla’s life, shielding her, keeping her away from him. Killian wasn’t naïve enough to think Isla had gone willingly into his protection—she was too damn stubborn for that—but she hadn’t pushed Liam away either. And that was what unsettled him the most. Had he pushed her so far that she now saw Liam as a better option than him?His grip on the whiskey tumbler tightened before he set it down with an audible clink. His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his heart hammering.Unknown Number.Killian narrowed his eyes but a
Killian clenched his fists as he paced through his penthouse, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. It had been weeks since Isla disappeared, and every day without her felt like a war raging inside him. He had been wrong—so devastatingly wrong. His own arrogance, his pride, had pushed her away, and now he was paying the price. The bed felt colder without her, the space she once occupied now a void he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t just lost Isla. He had shattered something fragile between them, something that might never be repaired. Liam had covered her tracks well. No matter how many resources Killian threw at finding her, she remained a ghost, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He had never been this powerless before. Never. A knock at the door pulled him from his storming thoughts. He turned sharply, his voice tight. “Come in.” Jasper, his most trusted man, en
The silence of Killian’s penthouse was suffocating. Every room, every surface, every breath he took was haunted by the absence of Isla. It had been days since she had vanished from his life, and for the first time in years, he felt truly lost.He sat in his dimly lit office, a tumbler of whiskey resting untouched on the desk before him. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the empty space where her presence used to fill his world. The weight of his mistakes pressed down on him like an anchor, dragging him into a depth he wasn’t sure he could escape from.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t bother looking up when Liam entered, his expression unreadable.“You look like hell,” Liam remarked, closing the door behind him.Killian let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Feel like it too.”Liam crossed his arms. “You’ve been sitting here, drowning in your own misery, while Isla is out there. You gonna do something about it, or just
Isla sat by the window of the dimly lit motel room, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edges of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily against her chest, but sleep refused to claim her. Outside, the neon lights from the diner across the street flickered, casting eerie shadows against the cracked wallpaper.Liam sat across the small table, arms crossed, watching her with a wary expression. He had been silent for the past hour, respecting her space but clearly waiting for her to say something—anything."You should eat something," he finally said, breaking the silence. "You haven’t touched your food."Isla barely glanced at the untouched sandwich resting on the table. Her stomach twisted in knots, making the thought of food unappealing. "I’m not hungry."Liam sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "You need to keep your strength up. If Killian finds us—""When," Isla corrected softly, her voice hollow. "When he finds us."Liam’s jaw clench
Killian clenched his fists as he paced through his penthouse, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. It had been weeks since Isla disappeared, and every day without her felt like a war raging inside him.He had been wrong—so devastatingly wrong. His own arrogance, his pride, had pushed her away, and now he was paying the price. The bed felt colder without her, the space she once occupied now a void he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t just lost Isla. He had shattered something fragile between them, something that might never be repaired.Liam had covered her tracks well. No matter how many resources Killian threw at finding her, she remained a ghost, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He had never been this powerless before. Never.A knock at the door pulled him from his storming thoughts. He turned sharply, his voice tight. “Come in.”Jasper, his most trusted man, entere
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....
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