Amber Sterling had it all—until her marriage turned into a nightmare. Trapped by a husband who hides his cruelty behind a charming facade, Amber’s only escape is a chance encounter with Liam Gray, her high school sweetheart turned powerful CEO. When Amber discovers Dan’s infidelity, she realizes she’s not content just to walk away—she’s going to take back her life and expose him for the fraud he is—she’s ready to get even. With Liam’s support, Amber sets out to reclaim her life and bring down the man who stole it. For fans of steamy romance and sweet revenge, this promises to keep you on the edge of your seat.
View MoreLiamAmber wasn’t herself today.I noticed it almost immediately after I picked her up from her mum’s. Something was wrong and it was evident in how her laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes and how often she got lost in thought. She was barely paying attention to the game, standing there as though she didn’t even care that she was losing. The competitive side she always had whenever we played, wasn’t there. After I knocked down all the pins on my turn, I glanced back at her, smirking. “Are you letting me win on purpose?”Amber stepped up to the line, grabbed her ball, and gave me a tired smile. “Maybe today’s just your lucky day.” She rolled the ball, and it veered to the side, knocking over only one pin.“That’s not like you,” I said, folding my arms as she turned back to me.She shrugged, brushing it off. “I’m just not feeling it, I guess.”“Something’s bothering you,” I pressed gently. “What is it?”“Nothing.”She said it quickly, too quickly, and I wasn’t buying it. But I also k
AmberLiam wouldn’t leave me alone no matter how hard I tried to push him away. The harder I pushed, the closer he got, and he never failed to make it known that he was going nowhere.I’ve stopped trying now because, deep down, I don’t want him to go. Even though part of me feels like I should be running the other way, I can’t seem to keep him at a distance.He insisted on driving me home after work every day, and I had to fight him off from trying to pick me up in the mornings too. We’re not technically dating, and the last thing I want is my colleagues thinking otherwise.Now we were seated in his car, parked in front of Mom’s house. It’s become a ritual of some sort, Liam drops me off, and we spend at least ten minutes in his car talking about anything and everything.“So what are your plans for the weekend?” He asked, turning to look at me.“It all depends,” I replied, my breath catching slightly at the intense way he looked at me.He had ditched his suit jacket earlier in the day
What the hell just happened?One minute, things were going well, so well I wanted to freeze time and live in that kiss forever. But, of course, the universe had other plans. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment like a bucket of ice water.My best friend had the worst timing in the history of mankind. Of all times, he chose that moment to call and for what? To remind me of our stupid plan to have drinks later tonight.And by the time I ended the call, Amber was gone. She bolted like the place was on fire. Why did she run? It was as if she couldn’t wait to get out of here quickly enough. Did I misread the signs?I let out a groan, pushing my fingers through my hair. Maybe I scared her away. Now I felt bad for kissing her, but the truth was I couldn’t help myself. I have wanted to do it since that night I ran into her at the gala.I know her divorce isn’t final yet, it’s the reason I have been keeping my distance even though I so badly want to kiss her every time she was clos
One of the things I hadn’t fully considered about working for Liam was how much the closeness would affect me. The way his presence stirred something in me, something I had been trying to push away whenever I was close to him. Something I wasn’t ready to face.It’s been a week since I took him up on his offer and became his assistant. And while I’d started to get a handle on his schedule thanks to his secretary’s patient guidance, there was one thing I couldn’t control: the magnetic pull I felt every time we were alone.Around him, I felt a strange mix of ease and tension. Liam was a good boss and a good friend too. But there was something about him that set my heart racing; those piercing eyes of his that seemed to see through me, the quiet authority in his voice that seemed to seep through my skin every time he spoke. His presence made me want things I had no business wanting.I’d been fighting it with everything I had. Not only was my divorce far from finalized, but I couldn’t imag
Hearing your parent in the act has to be one of the most awkward and mortifying things on the planet. It had been two days since I moved in with Mom, and every single night, I heard them. Loud. Really loud.Right now, the sound of the bed slamming against the wall and Mom’s exaggerated cries filled the air. For a moment, I debated running down the hall to check if she was okay because, honestly, it sounded more like she was sobbing than enjoying herself.“Oh, Roberto, you’re such a beast!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the walls. I grimaced, feeling the urge to throw up.I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my head, hoping to muffle the noise, but it didn’t help. Mom’s shrill screams cut right through. “Oh, Roberto, just like that! Harder, harder…”I sat up, almost in tears. How was I supposed to get any sleep when they were at it every night? Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough money to check into a hotel, so I had to endure this nightmare until my lawyer made Dan pay wh
The weekend was a whirlwind of chaos and emotions. I spent most of it packing, shoving my life into suitcases and boxes without much of a plan. I just knew I couldn’t be there when Dan returned. Not another second under the same roof with him.Anna and Cheryl from the charity organization kept calling, their numbers flashing on my screen again and again, their texts piling up. They wanted to know why I hadn’t shown up for the charity organization meeting we’d planned for the weekend. But I couldn’t face them, not now, not until I figured out how to put my fractured life back together. So, I didn’t answer.When I finally made the call to my mom, I could feel the anxiety gnawing at the edges of my resolve. It rang twice before she picked up, her voice cheerful. “Amber, hi, sweetie. How are you?”“Mom…” My voice cracked, and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. “I… I need to ask you something.”There was a pause on the other end. “What’s going on?”“Can I come stay with you for
The past two weeks had been pure hell. Ever since I confronted Dan about paying back the money he borrowed, he made it his mission to remind me how powerless I was, or how powerless he thought I was.He became more vile, more aggressive, more hateful. He hit me at the slightest provocation, hurled insults like they were second nature, and told me I’d be nothing without him.“Ungrateful,” he spat the other night when I asked if he wanted dinner. “You’d be living in a dump if it weren’t for me. Remember that.”I remembered, all right. I remembered the lies, the manipulation, the way he sweet-talked me into believing he loved me and he was my savior when all he ever did was pull me deeper into the pit. But I didn’t let it show. I couldn’t. Not yet.Because I had a plan.Now, I was standing in an elevator, my heart pounding as it climbed floor after floor toward Liam’s office. Dan was out of town for one of his supposed “business trips,” though I knew better than to believe him. Last nigh
The heat had seeped into my skin, leaving it raw and red by the time I dragged myself out of the shower. My tears had dried up somewhere along the way, leaving a hollow ache in my chest.I didn’t bother with my skincare routine or anything beyond the basics—just blow-dried my hair, and pulled on a loose sweater and leggings. The act of dressing felt mechanical, like every other part of my life lately.Out of habit, I wandered downstairs, the ache in my heart still throbbing but muted now, like background noise. The sink greeted me with the mess I’d left behind last night. I should have ignored it—left the dishes there to prove a point, or maybe just to let them fester like my marriage had. But instead, I rolled up my sleeves and started scrubbing, the rhythm of it grounding me in some twisted way.By the time I started making coffee, the front door creaked open. I froze, gripping the counter as I heard the unmistakable shuffle of Dan’s footsteps. My stomach twisted, half with dread, h
I woke to a pounding in my skull that felt like someone was using a jackhammer inside my head. Groaning, I shifted beneath the softest blanket I’d ever felt, my body nestled in the warmth of a bed that wasn’t mine. Panic jolted through me as I blinked against the dull light filtering into the room.Where the hell am I?The room was unfamiliar, painted in a soothing shade of gray that seemed at odds with the black curtains drawn tightly over a massive floor-to-ceiling window. A sleek, modern nightstand sat beside the bed, its surface polished to a mirror shine. On it, a digital clock glowed faintly, the red numbers reading five minutes after six. It’s morning.I sat up slowly, instantly regretting the motion as the world tilted and my head throbbed harder. Pressing a hand to my forehead, I tried to piece together the fractured memories of last night.The bar. Liam. Champagne.Oh, God.I groaned aloud, burying my face in my hands as flashes of my drunken antics came back to me. I’d aske
AmberThere was a time when I loved him with everything I had, and thought he loved me too. I was so sure of us, so sure of him. But now…I wasn’t sure anymore. It’s hard to believe you’re loved when you’re constantly being treated like a maid in your own home.There are some days I try to convince myself that Dan still loves me, but I later get to realize that’s all a show for the public’s approval. My husband lives off it.I’m fumbling with the zipper of my dress when Dan storms into my bedroom, his voice already rising as he calls out my name.“Amber!” Dan’s voice booms with anger. “Are you still not ready yet? We’re going to be late for the gala! What the hell is taking you so long?” His words are sharp, cutting into me like a thousand tiny knives. They always do.“I’m almost done,” I reply, my voice trembling as I finally get around to zipping my dress. I’d chosen one of the dresses Dan had Lilian his personal shopper bring me. Trust Dan to treat me like trash, but the moment ther...
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