“Find her!” a gruff voice yelled, voice echoing in the empty alley as Elara Beckett ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look back, she couldn't, as terror shot down her spine. Her heels clattered against the pavement as she sprinted in and out of alleyways. She cursed her choice of shoes but she didn't have time to stop and take them off. Her c'est burned as she took ragged breaths. She clutched the envelope tighter in her trembling hands, it was her lifeline— the key to everything. All of Ivy and Aiden’s crimes, their lies, financial records, email, everything was in it. She thought she had been sneaky but somehow they found out and they were now coming after her. “Don't let her get away!" another voice roared, closer this time. She let out a squeak as she willed her legs to go faster, her heart pounding and threatening to burst out of her chest. The dark walls around her seemed to be closing in as the footsteps behind her drew nearer. **** Elara Beckett picture perfect life crumbles when her step sister, Ivy, stole her fiancé, Aiden, and her father’s company. Heartbroken Elara leaves then returns five years later as a successful fashion designer who is determined to take back her legacy and bring her sister down. She teams up with billionaire Killan Hayes, a ruthless man who has his own vendetta against ivy. A fake engagement is created and they work together to defeat Ivy and Aiden. In the process, sparks fly between Killan and Elara, this complicates their alliance. Dark secrets about her family and Killian's hidden motives come to light threatening to destroy everything. Elara must rise up and reclaim her destiny and find love in the chaos.
ดูเพิ่มเติมAs she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
The table was set to perfection.A private terrace at one of the city’s most exclusive garden restaurants called Golden leaf. Pristine white linens lay on the table, polished cutlery, and floral arrangements hand-picked that morning. It was the sort of setting made for reconciliation—or assassination.Ivy leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, a beautiful flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a cream Chanel blazer, pearl earrings that shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the kind of smile that had ruined lives.She didn’t expect Elara to show.She certainly didn’t expect her to be early.But there she was.Striding toward the table with the calm arrogance of a queen, clad in a black silk blouse, wide-legged trousers that made her look seven feet tall, and a smirk that made Ivy’s grip tighten on her glass.“Elara,” Ivy said, standing to greet her.“Ivy,” Elara replied smoothly, leaning in to brush her cheek with a kiss that never touched skin.They both sat.The silence between t
The city never slept, and neither did Ivy.Not tonight.Not since the gala.Not since that night.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, perched on top of one of the most luxurious buildings in the city, watching the skyline pulse with artificial light. But beneath the glitter of a thousand high-rises, all she saw were shadows.Her reflection stared back at her in the glass—perfectly done hair, blood-red lips, eyes sharp and tired. The woman staring back looked composed.But on the inside she was unraveling.Behind her, Aiden stirred on the couch, half-asleep, his arm draped over his eyes. His presence usually steadied her. He was the calm to her calculated storm, her partner in both business, intimacy and crime. But not tonight.Tonight, her thoughts moved too fast for comfort.She crossed her arms, rubbing at her bare skin as if that could shake the lingering feeling from her bones. The one she had carried since the masked figure tried to grab her from behind th
It had been four hours since she whispered “You’re delusional” and disappeared into her room like she hadn’t just cracked open the cage he’d kept around his darkest urges.He hadn’t moved from the study since he went in and shut the door behind him.The drink in his glass had gone untouched, the bright amber liquid catching the dim light of the chandelier above. His jaw was tight. His heart a low, steady throb beneath the skin.Delusional?No.Strategic.Because if Elara thought for one damn second that he’d sit back while she twirled around town with a man like Preston Grey—wealthy, charming, powerful—then maybe she was the delusional one.She didn’t realize what she’d started. This wasn’t a petty game of jealousy anymore.It was war.Killian sat back in the leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as Ethan’s files played again on the projector screen behind him.Preston was good.Too good.The kind of man that could take Elara from him in plain sight—with a well-timed smile,
The message came in at 3:47 a.m.Killian’s phone lit up beside him on the nightstand, the screen casting an eerie glow in the dark room. The house was silent save for the occasional sound of the guards outside changing shift.He hadn’t slept—he rarely did—but tonight, he hadn’t even tried.Tonight, his mind had been a battlefield. Thoughts, memories, calculations—everything circling the same woman, the same nerve wrecking feeling. He laid there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling like it held answers written in invisible ink.And then the message came.He sat up slowly, spine stiff from the hours of lying down restlessly. The bed was cold beside him. Empty, as usual. He reached for the phone, thumb unlocking the screen like reflex.He saw that it was a message from Ethan, his eyes narrowed as he scanned its contents.ETHAN: Got him. Name’s Preston Grey. Private investigator. Licensed. Clean record. But here’s the thing, boss… he’s no small man.Attached were files—neatly organized wit
She has gone to her room, letting the door had shut behind her hours ago.But Killian was still rooted to the same spot. Standing in the center of his hallway like a ghost in his own home, hands flexing at his sides, chest tight with a fury he couldn’t explain—not to himself, and certainly not to her.That kiss.In my house.He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched so hard his teeth hurt. He had replayed the image over and over like a broken record: her lips on him, that casual intimacy, her fingers grazing Levi’s chest like they had done it a hundred times. Like it meant something.Or maybe that’s what she wanted him to believe.Either way, it worked.His phone was in his hand before he even realized that he had started dialing a number. It rang once before Ethan picked up—sleep still in his voice.“Boss?”“I need a background check,” Killian said, already heading toward his private study, the rage in his voice couldn be heard, slicing through the air Ethan didn’t hesitate. “On who?”
They were soon parked outside the mansion and stepping out of the car and into the mansion. Elara’s heels clicked against the marble floor of Killian’s grand foyer. The sound echoed through the large space, loud and unapologetic. She wanted him to know that she was back.She didn’t look back as the door opened behind her and Preston stepped in, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other holding her purse like a perfect gentleman.The air inside the estate felt… colder. Thicker. Charged.Killian was watching.She could feel it.She didn’t need to look up the grand staircase to confirm it—she could feel his presence like heat radiating from a fire from behind her. Still, she made no move to acknowledge him. This performance was for him. Directly. She turned to Preston with a smile that could disarm even the largest Mafia. “Thank you for today,” she said, her voice soft and sweet but loud enough to reach Killain by the stairs.Preston leaned in with a smile to match hers. “Any
Sunlight streamed through the car window, glinting off her sunglasses as Levi—Preston, actually—drove down the somewhat empty highway with one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting on the gear shift.There was something about me who drove manual cars that she always found hot.Elara reclined her seat slightly on the passenger side, her legs crossed, sundress fluttering gently with the wind blowing in through the wound down window. For a fake date, it was turning out to be more relaxing than she anticipated.“So,” he said with a lopsided grin, eyes still on the road, “how long do I get to keep being your boyfriend?”She smirked, turning her head to look at him. “Until I no longer need to weaponize your good looks.”He chuckled. “Harsh. But fair.”Elara had never spent time with Preston outside of strictly professional settings. Since she hired him as her PI, their interactions had been all about business—clinical reports, tracked movements, discreet photos, and encrypted mes
The morning air was still and quiet, the kind of silence that should’ve felt peaceful—but it wasn't.Not with her still in his house Not after last night.Not after that fucking nightgown.He had barely slept.His mind had been plagued with the image of her, silk clinging to her curves, her voice cool and composed as she dismissed him like he meant nothing.Killian Hayes wasn’t used to being dismissed.He wasn’t used to losing.And yet, every time she looked at him, it felt like she was already three steps ahead.Always calculated, making measured and well thought out moves. He didn't like it.He was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he heard her heels.Click. Click. Click.That sharp, steady rhythm that meant that trouble wasn't far She walked into the kitchen wearing a shot, cream colored sundress that hugged her waist and bust and then flowed beautifully from her hips. Her hair was loosely curled, her lips were simply glossed over with a pink lipgloss that made him want to wa
“Find her!” a gruff voice yelled, voice echoing in the empty alley as Elara Beckett ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look back, she couldn't, as terror shot down her spine. Her heels clattered against the pavement as she sprinted in and out of alleyways. She cursed her choice of shoes but she didn't have time to stop and take them off. Her c'est burned as she took ragged breaths. She clutched the envelope tighter in her trembling hands, it was her lifeline— the key to everything. All of Ivy and Aiden’s crimes, their lies, financial records, email, everything was in it. She thought she had been sneaky but somehow they found out and they were now coming after her. “Don't let her get away!" another voice roared, closer this time. She let out a squeak as she willed her legs to go faster, her heart pounding and threatening to burst out of her chest. The dark walls around her seemed to be closing in as the footsteps behind her drew nearer. A sharp turn at the next corne...
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