Astrid Carson's world was shattered. She was falsely accused of murdering her brother-in-law, betrayed by her sister, and her ex-husband married her for revenge. Disowned by her family, she was forced to flee. Amidst her misery, she found herself in a great storm. Can she survive the treacherous storm that surrounds her?
View MoreKrax could see the hatred in Astrid's eyes. Her piercing blue eyes made her look incredibly adorable. With the file his assistant had sent him, he could see that the woman had really suffered. But wait—did she really kill her brother-in-law? If so, what could have driven her to do that? Interesting, this is really interesting, he thought to himself while studying the woman who looked so innocent. She didn't seem like a killer. As he remained immersed in his thoughts, Astrid snapped out of hers and noticed Krax’s intense gaze fixed on her. She instinctively touched her face, wondering if something was wrong. “What?” she asked, annoyed, after realizing there was nothing out of place. Krax said nothing. Instead, he shifted his gaze from her and stared at the IV drip attached to her hand with an expressionless face. “You’re going to stay here for a week. We’ll talk about everything after you’re fully healed,” he said firmly. Astrid was stunned. “A full week? Are you kidding me? Wh
Astrid was stunned; the man smelled so good that she couldn’t help but inhale deeply. *Gosh, he smells of saffron and bergamot,* she thought, her senses momentarily overwhelmed. She was mesmerized by his striking features. She looked up at him, meeting his cold, detached eyes. He looked as though he had stepped out of a timeless painting, too perfect to belong to the real world. “What a fucking handsome dude,” she almost said aloud but managed to catch herself just in time. The man, meanwhile, seemed equally taken aback. The woman in his arms was stunning. Her piercing blue eyes held a depth that stirred something unfamiliar in him—an inexplicable urge to protect her. But the moment quickly shattered. Snapping back to reality, his expression hardened, and he pushed her away abruptly. Astrid staggered but caught herself. She hadn’t expected this sudden rejection and felt her already weak body wobble. “If you didn’t want to save me, you should’ve just let me fall,” she muttere
Astrid felt as if her world had fallen apart. Seeing the five big men in black suits coming for her, a weak, pregnant girl, she felt like prey ready to be devoured. With a loud thud, she knelt down. She clasped her hands together and her lower lip trembling as she pleaded, “Please let my child live. I will do everything you ask me. As Astrid's words hung in the air, Freya’s eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter beg for mercy. Her heart was filled with guilt as she didn't stand up for her. She couldn't help but look away. When Astrid noticed her mother's reaction, she turned to her father, her eyes full of hope as she crawled toward him and clutched his knees. “Father, save me. I'm still your loving daughter.” Seeing his daughter, who had always been so strong, reduced to this state made his heart soften for a moment. “Yes, you are my daughter. You were a good child, Astrid. Gentle, faithful, kind… but you’ve changed.” “But Father, I haven’t changed! I’m being fr
They don't have a clue what I have been through, but they are all eager to judge me," Astrid clenched her fist and thought bitterly. She could feel the weight of condemnation pressing down on her. Her gaze finally landed on Riven, her husband. His jaw tightened and he wore a cold expression, his eyes filled with disdain. Astrid sighed in disappointment, murmuring, "Hell... everyone..." with a bitter smile playing on her lips. Eira broke the silence, her tone filled with mock concern, "Older sister, it's been three days since you left the house. We were all worried. At least you could have called us. Old Lady Slade's tone was filled with disdain, "You really have no shame. I don't understand why my son chose you. A married woman disappearing for three days without a word?" Aurora, Riven's sister, added, "Are you finally showing your true colors? After killing my brother, you pretended to be a saint. Now you can't keep up the act and have gone off seeking pleasure elsewhere."
The car came to a sudden halt, jolting the driver. His heart skipped a beat. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced nervously at the young man sitting in the back seat.His boss lifted his eyes slightly from the tablet he was scrolling through. His lips pressed into a thin line. His voice was cold: “Why have we stopped?”The driver’s pulse quickened. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his hands. “A woman… she fainted in front of the car.”Silence filled the air, thick and suffocating. The boss didn’t move. The driver waited, heart racing.Finally, the boss’s voice cut through the silence, icy and calm: “Check who it is.”The driver’s eyes widened. This wasn’t like him at all.He hesitated before stepping out, his steps heavy. Kneeling beside the woman, he checked her pulse. His heart sank—her pulse was erratic.His voice trembled. “Boss… her pulse is irregular. She needs to go to the hospital now…”The driver fell silent, staring nervously at his boss. Why did he care so
The room was freezing, the kind of cold that cut through to her bones. She clutched her stomach, trembling as sharp pain wracked her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain. The bare room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her loneliness. She lifted her gaze to the clock. Each tick felt like an enemy, dragging time away. It was 11:00 p.m., and her husband still hadn't come home. With shaky hands, she reached for the phone on the bed. The cold air blew her hair as she struggled to dial her husband’s number. Her heart raced with every ring, and it felt like forever. Finally, the call came through. A woman with a sharp and mocking tone could be heard on the other end. “Hey, old witch, why are you calling my man at this hour?” the woman sneered. Her words hit her like cold water splashing on her face. She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carso
The room was freezing, the kind of cold that cut through to her bones. She clutched her stomach, trembling as sharp pain wracked her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain. The bare room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her loneliness. She lifted her gaze to the clock. Each tick felt like an enemy, dragging time away. It was 11:00 p.m., and her husband still hadn't come home. With shaky hands, she reached for the phone on the bed. The cold air blew her hair as she struggled to dial her husband’s number. Her heart raced with every ring, and it felt like forever. Finally, the call came through. A woman with a sharp and mocking tone could be heard on the other end. “Hey, old witch, why are you calling my man at this hour?” the woman sneered. Her words hit her like cold water splashing on her face. She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carso...
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