Calla’s life has always been a struggle. Rejected by her family members, she’s been treated as an outsider in her own family. Desperate for escape, she’s married off to the cold and distant billionaire, Damian Blackwood, in a union she believes will give her the freedom and respect she’s always craved. But her hopes are shattered when Damian, indifferent and emotionally unavailable, makes it clear their marriage means nothing to him. Soon, another woman enters the picture, further shattering Calla’s fragile sense of belonging. As tensions rise, Calla finds herself falsely accused of a crime she didn’t commit and thrown into jail. Alone and desperate, she’s on the verge of losing everything—until Ethan Hayes, a stranger with his own troubled past, offers her a lifeline. With a promise to help her uncover the truth and rebuild her life, Ethan becomes her unexpected savior. But can Calla trust him, or is he another person who will let her down?
Lihat lebih banyakTwo weeks had passed since Lily had made herself at home. Redesign works were going on in her own house so she was staying at Damian's for the mean time, and each day Calla found herself more and more isolated. Lily spent every day in the house, and at night, she shared Damian's bed. Meanwhile, Calla could barely bring herself to eat at the table, too intimidated by Lily’s presence. The women never spoke to each other. Whenever Damian left the house, Lily would ignore Calla completely, and Calla retreated to her room, avoiding any interaction. Their silence was suffocating, yet it was the only way Calla could keep herself together.That day, as Calla went out of her room to the kitchen in search of food, her nerves were on edge. She had skipped breakfast because Lily and Damian were eating together. Her stomach growled, but her mind was consumed by the strained tension in the house. She grabbed some bread from the kitchen and began eating. As she chewed, a voice from behind startled h
A month had passed since Calla’s court wedding to Damian. On the outside, things seemed to be going smoothly. She was living in his luxurious home, attended to by maids, and her meals were always on time. The large house felt strangely comforting, though there was an eerie sense of emptiness that lingered. She never expected her life to be this way—married to a man who barely spoke to her or looked at her. But she had grown accustomed to it, finding solace in the small routine of her days. At least it was better than getting disdainful remarks every single minute she showed her face.She started having a crush on him. She had tried to push her feelings aside remembering his words that she was just a repayment for a debt, but it wasn’t easy. Who could blame her? He was undeniably handsome, his sharp features set in a permanent cool expression, his presence commanding attention. She found herself drawn to him more than she cared to admit. But that attraction was beginning to evolve into
The car ride was suffocatingly silent. Calla sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on the blur of city lights outside the window. Damian didn’t speak, his focus entirely on the road ahead. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of fabric as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.She stole glances at him occasionally, trying to read his expression, but his face was unreadable. His sharp jawline was set, his dark eyes focused, and his hands gripped the steering wheel with a quiet intensity. She wondered what he was thinking. Did he regret this? Did he see her as nothing more than a burden, a repayment for a debt? Or was there something else, something deeper, that she couldn’t yet understand?They pulled up to a hotel, its grand facade illuminated by soft golden lights. Damian parked the car and finally broke the silence. “What happened to you?” he asked, his voice low but firm. “How did you get the scar?
The doorbell rang, its sharp chime slicing through the tension in the room like a knife. Calla’s heart leapt into her throat, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the table. Her father, Charles, straightened in his seat, his expression was unreadable. “That must be your husband,” he said, his voice cold and detached, as if he were discussing a business transaction rather than the fate of his own daughter.Daniel, her stepbrother, smirked and walked toward the door, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment of her discomfort and anxious. Calla’s stomach churned as she watched him reach the door. She hated the way he looked at her, the way he always seemed to revel in her pain and misfortune.The door creaked open, and there he was.Damian Blackwood.Calla’s breath hitched as her eyes landed on him. He was not what she had expected. She had imagined someone older, someone cruel and hardened, with a face that matched the coldness of his demands fo
The room was dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the half-open curtains. She sat on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the wall.Another restless night.It had been this way for years—sleepless, haunted by a house that had never been home. A place where she had no voice, no worth. She had learned to survive in the cracks, to make herself small and invisible. But survival came at a cost. The weight of it pressed down on her chest, suffocating her.Then—The door burst open.Her body stiffened as a shadow loomed in the doorway, tall and imposing, filling the space with an oppressive energy. She didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. She recognized the stance, the way he carried himself with an air of entitlement. And that smirk that disgusted her—always that smirk.Her stepbrother, Daniel Everly. A cold chill ran down her spine as she scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against the wall as if it could swallow her whole. Her heart pounde
The room was dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the half-open curtains. She sat on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the wall.Another restless night.It had been this way for years—sleepless, haunted by a house that had never been home. A place where she had no voice, no worth. She had learned to survive in the cracks, to make herself small and invisible. But survival came at a cost. The weight of it pressed down on her chest, suffocating her.Then—The door burst open.Her body stiffened as a shadow loomed in the doorway, tall and imposing, filling the space with an oppressive energy. She didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. She recognized the stance, the way he carried himself with an air of entitlement. And that smirk that disgusted her—always that smirk.Her stepbrother, Daniel Everly. A cold chill ran down her spine as she scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against the wall as if it could swallow her whole. Her heart pounde...
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