Jane Stadler wakes up from a six-year coma to a world that believes she’s dead. Her husband, Daniel, betrayed her. Her adopted sister took her place. And the man who saved her? The one her enemies fear the most—viktor orlov and his son, Diego Orlov. With nothing left, Jane is given a choice: step into power or disappear forever. But Diego isn’t just offering her protection—he’s offering revenge. And the moment she steps out of that hospital, the world will know she’s back.
Lihat lebih banyak"Surprise? For me?" Jane blinked in disbelief, looking between Dante and Diego. She followed Dante up the stairs, heart racing. Something about his expression—like he was barely holding back a grin—told her this wasn’t just some casual shit, what could it be , she wondered When they got to her door, Dante stepped aside. “Go on,” he said, lips twitching.Jane opened the door—and before she could even process what was happening, someone jumped out from behind the curtain."JULIEEEEEEE!" she screamed, eyes wide in total shock.Julie, her childhood best friend, flung her arms open and caught her in a tight hug. The two of them twirled around the room, squealing and laughing like teenagers, overwhelmed with joy.Jane jumped, danced, her hands clutched tightly in Julie's. “I can’t believe this—how are you even here?!”Julie was laughing, tears in her eyes. “Diego, that fool, finally reached out to me last week. Do you know I almost passed out when he said you were alive?! I dropped everyth
"You've been saying that for close to a year now. Tomorrow makes it exactly one year since you woke from that coma, but you still don't want to take that bold step." Diego’s voice cut through the silence, low and firm. He paused, his gaze locking onto Jane. "The other day when you went missing... you tried to harm yourself. You did things, Jane."Jane turned away, tears drying on her cheek as she rolled her eyes with a bitter scoff. "You think it's so easy, right? Some days I’m happy. Some days I just want to find them and kill them both. But then I think of my sister’s child—Nathan. And I can’t help but feel soft."Diego moved closer, his expression hard. “Did they think of you when they pushed you off that rooftop? Did they care then? You spent years lying in a hospital bed while your so-called mate fulfilled his dreams—his plans. While Lucy played the perfect assistant.” His voice cracked with restrained emotion. “And you’re talking about feeling soft?”Jane flinched at the truth o
Life had a strange way of playing with you, bending and twisting your reality into shapes you didn’t ask for, never wanted. Before Lucy came to live with us, before she stepped into our world and offered me a glimmer of hope, my life had been a shadow of what it could have been.Daniel’s behavior had turned darker, more suffocating with every passing day. It was like I was drowning in his control. At first, I thought it was all just part of the marriage, the adjustments two people make when they come together. But soon, I realized that it wasn’t just adjusting—it was subjugation.From the moment we married, Daniel insisted on a certain kind of order in our household. He believed it was my duty to take care of everything. I was supposed to manage the house, cook his meals, and take care of all the mundane, soul-draining chores that most husbands would help with or at least share. But not Daniel. No, he wanted to make it clear who was in charge.I washed his clothes by hand, every singl
The day I turned 18 felt like the beginning of a new chapter, a fresh start. But I had no idea just how much it would change my life, how the decisions I would make in the next few weeks would irrevocably alter everything I had known.Daniel Crestwell was no stranger to me. He was known for his brilliance, his ability to resurrect dying companies and make them thrive again. At first, it seemed like the perfect match—he had a reputation for being a savior in the corporate world, a man with a vision and an iron will. The kind of person who didn’t back down from challenges. And for someone like me, who felt as if she were drowning in her family’s debts, the thought of being with someone like him seemed like the lifeline I so desperately needed.My parents, too, had been drawn to him. He had made them promises—promises that he could save their company, that he could restore their family’s legacy. In exchange for his efforts, they were willing to allow him into our lives, not just as a par
Jane’s POV, Diego’s ReflectionI sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of the past pressing down on me, suffocating in its intensity. Diego sat across from me, his expression a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t place. His dark eyes, usually so steady and calm, now held a softness I had never seen before. It was as if he had just peeled back a layer of my soul, and what he found, he didn’t want to leave unspoken."You must have been through a lot," he said, his voice low, gentle. I nodded silently, unsure if I could even begin to explain the turmoil that had defined my life for the last few years. His words—simple, straightforward—felt like an acknowledgment of all the pain I had carried alone. Maybe he saw it in me. Maybe he knew the weight of the silence that had followed me for so long. Whatever it was, it made me feel... seen.I couldn’t help but glance away. The memories of the last few years played in my mind like a film I couldn’t stop watching. My time with Danie
Chapter 23 — Backstory Part Three — Jane’s POVThe summer I received my admission into law school should have been one of the happiest times of my life. It should have been the culmination of all the hard work, the late nights spent reading through case law, the relentless drive to prove to myself—and to the world—that I could do it. That I could be someone who mattered in the world of justice. A woman who could make her mark.But in reality, it was the beginning of the end.Everything that had been so perfectly aligned started to unravel in subtle ways. The cracks weren’t glaring at first—they were just little things. A sideways glance from Dad when I spoke of my future, as if he were trying to hide something behind his eyes. The way Mom stopped telling me stories of her past in Germany. The way Lucy started to come home later and later, always with an excuse about work, her internship, or her friends. And John—John had grown up so fast that it made my heart ache. He was no longer th
— Jane’s POVBefore everything crumbled, there was laughter.I remember it vividly—like the warmth of sunlight on my face, like the sound of Lucy humming while cooking pancakes on Sunday mornings, like John’s laughter echoing down the hallway as he chased the dog with socks on his tiny hands.We were a family.A real one.And I was happy.We lived in a modest yet charming house at the edge of Westbury Lane. White picket fences, ivy-covered brick, a porch swing that creaked just a little when the wind blew too hard. It wasn’t a mansion, not even close to the grandeur people assumed came with the Stadler name—but it was ours. It was filled with love. That kind of quiet, everyday love that wraps around you like a blanket.Lucy was the oldest. Not by blood, but by heart. Adopted into the family when she was ten, Lucy never once made us feel like she didn’t belong. She had this radiant calm to her, like her soul had already lived through a thousand lifetimes. She was the glue—the peacemak
Backstory Part One — Jane’s POVThey say you remember pain like it’s branded onto your skin. That even when the wound heals, the memory of it lingers just beneath the surface. Mine wasn’t just a wound—it was a series of deep, invisible bruises that never really stopped aching. I remember the day everything began to spiral.It was raining. I remember that clearly.Not the light, misty kind, but the type that makes the earth shudder beneath it. The clouds were an ominous gray, cloaking our once-lively house in a film of gloom. The air felt too quiet, like the world was holding its breath.Back then, my name was Rose Stadler. I wore it with pride. I was the girl with the big dreams, the hopeful smile, the laughter that filled every corner of the house. People used to say I had a light in me. Maybe that was true—once.John was in the garage, fiddling with his old radio like he always did when he was anxious. Lucy was in her room, her favorite hoodie draped over her knees, eyes glued to so
The night was quiet. The moonlight spilled through the windows of Jane’s room, painting silver shadows on the floor. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes red from the whirlwind of everything—Diego’s kiss, his confession, her past, and that lingering question that refused to die inside her."How did you know my name was Rose?" she whispered again, softer this time, not with anger but with a quiet ache.Diego didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked to the shelf on the far side of the room. With calm hands, he picked up a wooden photo frame, then another, and another. He brought them over and sat beside her.“Because I’ve known you… long before you ever knew me again,” he said quietly. “Before you became Jane Stadler… you were Rose. My Rose.”Jane frowned slightly, confused, eyes falling on the photos in his hands. Her breath caught.There, in the center of one picture, was a younger version of her. Her face was rounder, cheeks full, hair in two short pigtails. And standing bes
Jane stood on the rooftop, trembling with panic. She could not believe what she had just seen. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of their anniversary—a night of love and tenderness, not betrayal. Earlier that evening, Jane had found a set of divorce papers. Though she had tried to convince herself they were not meant for her, a dark suspicion had grown. Determined to confront her husband, she had gone searching for him. Instead, what she witnessed filled her with terror.Jane’s chest tightened, and she struggled to breathe as if a vise gripped her heart. Every desperate gasp felt weak. She refused to let him see her break down. Before Daniel could turn around, she had bolted for the rooftop—anywhere but where he might catch her.Not wishing to draw attention from below, Jane quickly took out her phone and texted Lucy, her adopted sister and the one person she trusted. The message read:"Lucy, please come to the rooftop. I’m stranded. I don’t know what to do."After what seemed lik...
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