“Do you feel it?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he inches closer, the heat between them obvious. He brushes his fingers lightly against her arm, making her feel electric currents through her body. “Feel what?” Tammie teases, her breath hitching as she meets his gaze, knowing exactly what he means. “This,” he whispers, leaning in, his lips brushing against her ear. “The way you ignite something deep within me.” Tammie’s heart races as his lips trail down her neck, planting soft kisses that leave her weak with desire. “Richard…” she breathes, her body yearning for his touch, aching to be closer. “Let go, Tammie,” he urges, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. “Forget everything else. Just us, here, now.” With a sultry smile, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, whispering, “I want you… all of you.” Betrayed by her ex-husband and unjustly sent to jail, Tamara discovers deep secrets about her past, including her true identity and a long-lost lover. As she understands a life turned upside down, she faces relentless enemies and an undeniable attraction to Richard Garrison, the most sought-after bachelor and billionaire in town. Despite swearing off men, Tamara finds herself irresistibly drawn to Richard, challenging her and igniting a passion she thought she'd buried forever. Can she trust him with her heart, or will her past haunt her, threatening everything she’s fought to reclaim?
View MoreMAX POVAfter several attempts, the attendant brought out a black and white suit, its lines crisp and immaculate. “This one might be what you’re looking for, sir,” he suggested, handing it to me.I slipped it on, stepping in front of the mirror. The fit was perfect. The black jacket contrasted sharply with the white shirt, and the sleek black tie completed the look.“This is it,” I said, nodding.The attendant smiled. “Excellent choice, sir. You’ll make quite the impression.”As I paid for the suit and left the store, my thoughts drifted back to the Johnson family. Kenneth Johnson’s daughter, once thought to be dead, was about to reappear in front of the world. The paparazzi would undoubtedly have their cameras ready, broadcasting every moment live.Who was this mysterious daughter? How had she stayed hidden for so long? And why now, of all times, was she being introduced to the world? The questions piled up in my mind, refusing to give me peace. My thoughts then shifted to Richard G
MAX POV“Max,” Jacob said, his deep voice cutting through the tense air like a blade.I forced a smile and straightened my tie, trying to steady the panic bubbling inside of me. “Mr. Jacob,” I greeted, nodding politely.Jacob’s piercing eyes didn’t stay on me for long. They darted to Dennis, who stood by the desk in his all-black outfit, trying and failing to look inconspicuous. I saw Jacob’s gaze sweep over Dennis from head to toe, taking in every detail.My heart sank. Jacob was scrutinizing him. Hard.Dennis, of course, didn’t flinch. He stood there with his cap pulled low, hands casually tucked into his pockets, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.Jacob turned his attention back to me, and I could feel his unspoken question hanging in the air.“And who might this be?” Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow as his eyes flickered toward Dennis again.Before I could formulate an excuse, Dennis moved with lightning speed. He took two quick steps toward Jacob, extending his hand with an
MAX POVHe raised an eyebrow. “Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?”“You’re no friend of mine,” I shot back, my voice firmer this time.He laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “Oh, come on, Max. Don’t be like that. We’ve got history, you and I. And besides, I’m here to talk about tonight.”My stomach dropped. “Tonight?”“The ball,” he clarified, his smirk widening. “Kenneth Johnson’s big announcement. You didn’t think I’d miss it, did you?”I frowned, my mind racing. What does he have to do with this?“What’s your angle?” I demanded. “Why are you here?”He shrugged, his expression turning serious. “Let’s just say... I have a vested interest in tonight’s events. And so do you, whether you realize it or not.”“What are you talking about?”“You’ll see,” he saidDennis had been my ally once, though “ally” might be too generous a term. He was the man who’d helped me accomplish a rather... secretive mission a few years ago. But seeing him here now, uninvited, troubles me deeply.“Wh
MAX POVIt all began earlier that day when I was sitting at my desk in the office, staring at the glossy white invitation card on my table the Johnson's had sent to their reputable employees. The golden embossed words “Engagement Ball: Johnson Family” seemed to shine under the morning sunlight pouring in through the blinds. My curiosity was high. Kenneth Johnson had invited everyone in his company, myself included, to this evening’s engagement party for his daughter…a daughter the entire city believed to be dead.'' How is that even possible? '' I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing and all the side gossip I was hearing in the office while I was working. I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping lightly on the edge of my desk. The mystery of it all shockd me to my heart. Why now? Why the secrecy all these years? The Johnsons were known for their lavish lifestyles, but this ball seemed to carry an extra air of surprise.Without wasting much time, I grabbed my phone and dialed
My chest tightened with each step I took. The pain intensified, spreading like a wildfire from the pit of my stomach to the back of my throat. I didn't want to cry. Not over him. Not again.But the memory of Max kissing her—kissing her in public as if the world didn’t matter—burned a hole in my chest. He used to barely touch me in public, always keeping a safe distance, as if I wasn’t worthy of his affection when people could see us.When we were married, he’d sometimes pull his hand back if I reached for him. I’d always wondered why. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as beautiful as the women he was drawn to. I wasn’t striking or polished. I was plain. Simple. Perhaps he had been embarrassed of me, ashamed of how I looked when the world was watching.The woman he kissed tonight, though…she wasn’t plain. She was everything I wasn’t. Beautiful. Polished. Confident. Her makeup was flawless and her dress hugged her body in ways that mine never would. Max had kissed her like he was proud to b
I sat at the private dining table, drumming my fingers nervously against the tablecloth. The soft glow of candlelight reflected off the crystal wine glass in front of me. The place was luxurious—too luxurious for someone like me. But then again, I supposed I was supposed to be someone new nowI adjusted the necklace around my throat and sighed, my heart beating wildly. I knew why. Richard. He was coming. I invited Richard to this restaurant to talk to him about the engagement. I want him to call it off. The second the door opened, my breath caught. He walked in, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was stunning. Every inch of him radiated confidence and power. His tall muscular frame moved with a kind of quiet authority. The way his tailored suit hugged his body made it impossible to look away. Dark hair, slightly tousled, a sharp jawline that was both intimidating and seductive. And those eyes—icy blue, the kind that seemed to look right through yo
The room was hazy when I first opened my eyes. The bright lights hurt my eyes, forcing me to squint. My mind felt sluggish, like it was struggling through fog. Slowly, I realized I wasn’t in the cramped cell where I last remembered being. No, this place was much cleaner, sterile. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air, and when I glanced down, I saw I was in a hospital bed.Panic took over me for a moment as the memories of jail flooded back—cold nights, harsh words, fear pulling at the edges of my mind. But... I wasn’t there anymore. I was here, in this bed, feeling safe. How? Why? The questions swirled in my head, but before I could even process them, the door opened.That was when I saw him.For a second, I thought I must still be dreaming, or maybe I had died and gone to heaven. The man who walked in was nothing short of breathtaking. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably gorgeous. He looked like a god. His suit fit his muscular frame perfectly. His jaw was sharp,
I sat on the cold, hard bench of the cell, staring blankly at the wall. I didn’t know how long I’d been there. Days, maybe? I couldn’t tell anymore. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion, disbelief, and heartbreak.How had my life turned out like this?How had Max, the man I loved with every fiber of my being, become a stranger to me? The man who had promised to protect me, to cherish me, had thrown me into this cell like I was nothing.The image of his face, twisted in anger when he slapped me, burned in my memory. He had looked at me like I was a criminal, like he didn’t recognize me. No matter how much I had pleaded, no matter how much I cried and told him I didn’t do it, he refused to believe me. They all did—Delores, his mother, who had slapped me and called me a thief, and Anya, his sister, who had stood by, arms crossed, glaring at me like I was filth beneath her feet.I closed my eyes, trying to block it out, but it was all there—the accusations, the shouting, and then the po
TAMERA'S POV I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks were still burning from the sting of Max’s hand. I stood frozen in the living room, surrounded by the people I once called family, feeling the ache of betrayal deep in my chest. “Thief!” Delores, Max's mom, spat at me. “I always knew you weren’t good enough for my son, and now, you’ve proven it.” Her hand struck my face before I could even react. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Max. My Max. My husband. How could he believe this? How could he think I would steal from them? He had even hit me. “I didn’t do it!” I managed to choke out. “I swear, I didn’t take anything.” Max stood across from me. His face was hard, and his jaw was set. His arms were crossed over his chest like a wall I couldn’t break through. His once warm brown eyes were cold, unforgiving, as if the man I loved was no longer standing there. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the man who promised to love me forever. He didn’t say a word as Delores stepped closer. “Liar,”
TAMERA'S POV I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks were still burning from the sting of Max’s hand. I stood frozen in the living room, surrounded by the people I once called family, feeling the ache of betrayal deep in my chest. “Thief!” Delores, Max's mom, spat at me. “I always knew you weren’t good enough for my son, and now, you’ve proven it.” Her hand struck my face before I could even react. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Max. My Max. My husband. How could he believe this? How could he think I would steal from them? He had even hit me. “I didn’t do it!” I managed to choke out. “I swear, I didn’t take anything.” Max stood across from me. His face was hard, and his jaw was set. His arms were crossed over his chest like a wall I couldn’t break through. His once warm brown eyes were cold, unforgiving, as if the man I loved was no longer standing there. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the man who promised to love me forever. He didn’t say a word as Delores stepped closer. “Liar,”
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