If jinx was a person,it would be me. After losing my parents in a fatal accident, I was left to cater for my disabled younger brother—the only survivor of the accident. As if struggling to make ends meet wasn't enough, I lost the man I was deeply in love with to another woman. With a broken heart, I tried to move on from him and I picked up my financial responsibilities from where he left off as a bartender. However, my fate took a wild turn when Liam, my brother needed a huge amount of money for his surgery. Desperate to save Liam's life, I accepted a contract marriage from a stranger–a stranger who happened to have a one night stand with me by mistake. What stemmed from clauses and paperwork soon blossomed into love—except I was the only one falling in love. Raphael never loved me but giving up wasn't an option, I was willing to wait for him. But my hope of winning Raphael's heart died when I found out I was just the other woman in his life
View More“Why are you with my phone?”I didn’t know what irritated me more—the fact that Henrietta was holding my phone or the way she quickly tried to mask her guilt. My eyes narrowed as I stepped forward, crossing the space between us in long, measured strides. “Why are you with my phone?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses. Henrietta’s fingers twitched before she quickly placed the phone back on the nightstand. She turned to face me, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. “I was just… checking the time,” she said, a little too fast. “I needed to know how much time I had left to arrange your clothes and then rush down to serve your dinner.” I raised a brow, unconvinced. She avoided my eyes, instead reaching for one of the suits I had draped over the chair. “Next time, use the clock,” I said flatly, picking up my phone. My screen was still on, the notification banner glowing softly. My grip tightened the second I saw the sender’s name. Kristine. For a moment, I
"If I had been told three months ago that I'd find myself falling for Raphael, I'd never believe it."Three months ago, I never would have imagined this. Back then, I had been desperate, willing to do anything to save my brother. And now, he was safe, studying in another city, walking on his own two feet again. That was all that mattered… or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the truth was, something else had changed—I had changed. I didn’t know when or how it had happened, but somewhere along the line, I had started falling for my husband. It was foolish, I knew that. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a business deal, a transaction that benefited us both. I had agreed to it knowing that Raphael Gold didn’t believe in love. That he was only doing this because of the ultimatum his father had given him. And yet, I had convinced myself that maybe—just maybe—things could be different. Raphael wasn’t a terrible husband, at least not in front of his father. He pl
"The operation needs to commence now." The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drum, pounding over and over again as I stepped out of his office. My body moved on autopilot, my hands clutching the strap of my worn-out bag as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. I walked through the hospital corridor, the scent of antiseptic burning my nose. Doctors and nurses passed me, their faces neutral, their steps quick and purposeful. No one spared me a glance. No one saw the storm raging inside me. But my world was falling apart. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. My brother had fallen again—another accident that proved how fragile his condition was. And now, the damage was worse. The doctors said he needed immediate surgery. But the cost… I had been saving for years, taking extra shifts at the bar, cutting back on everything I could. Yet, even after all the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, it still wasn’t enough.
Raphael’s POVI woke up with a headache and an unfamiliar scent clinging to my sheets. Something was wrong. My body felt sluggish, my mind foggy from the alcohol I had drowned myself in last night. I groaned, running a hand over my face before turning toward the warmth beside me. The woman from last night. I had been impatient to see what I was paying for, but the moment I finally got a look at her face, my stomach twisted. This wasn’t her. My eyes snapped open fully as I sat up, my movements startling the woman awake. Her head jerked toward me, sleep still clouding her wide hazel eyes. “What the—?” she started, looking around in confusion. My jaw clenched. I scanned her features again. She looked exactly like the woman I had hired last night, but something was missing. My gaze dropped to her wrist. No tattoo. My blood ran cold. *"Who are you?"* Her breath hitched at my question, but then her expression twisted in anger. "Who am I? Who the hell are you?" I
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life ...
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