Devastated by a brutal breakup, Emma's life spirals out of control. After a reckless night, she discovers she is pregnant by the infamous playboy, Ethan Blackwood. Ethan vehemently denies any connection to her, but when Emma's stepmother confronts him with the pregnancy news and threatens to ruin his reputation, he reluctantly agrees to marry Emma. "You're just a contractual wife to me. I can sleep with whoever I want, and you have no right to question me," he coldly declares. Will Ethan open his heart to love again? Will Emma keep the baby despite his rejection? And will she agree to the harsh terms of being Ethan's contract wife?
View MoreEhan’s POVEvelyn’s presence in the estate felt like inviting a fox into the henhouse. She sat in the living room, her sharp eyes darting between Nathan, Kiera, and me as though she were calculating every possible way to escape if things turned sour. She’d finally agreed to help us, but trusting her felt like walking a tightrope. “You’ve had time to think,” I said, sitting across from her. “Now, I need results.” Evelyn crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, her calm demeanor betraying nothing. “You’ll get results, Ethan, but let’s not forget that this goes both ways. If I hand over Lucas’s secrets, I expect full protection.” “You’ll have it,” I said curtly. “But if you’re withholding anything—” “I’m not,” Evelyn interrupted, her tone sharp. “But Lucas doesn’t operate on trust. He’s built his network like a fortress. It won’t be easy to dismantle.” Nathan scoffed from where he leaned against the wall. “Then it’s a good thing we’re not afraid of a challenge.” Evelyn’
Emma’s POVThe morning after Ethan and Nathan’s high-stakes escape was eerily calm. I woke up to find Ethan already gone, likely holed up in his study. The tension of the past few days lingered in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get worse. When I entered the study, Ethan was standing by the window, staring out at the sprawling estate grounds. His shoulders were tense, and the folder with “Project Phoenix” was open on the desk beside him. “You’re up early,” I said softly, closing the door behind me. Ethan glanced over his shoulder, his face grim. “Couldn’t sleep.” I approached the desk, glancing at the papers spread across it. “Is it bad?” “It’s worse,” he admitted. “Lucas isn’t just rebuilding Damian’s network. He’s expanding it. If this goes unchecked, everything we’ve fought for will be gone.” I picked up one of the documents, scanning the details. The names of high-profile individuals jumped out at me—politicians, CEOs, people with po
Emma’s POVThe house was still when I awoke. I rolled over, expecting to see Ethan beside me, but the bed was empty, the sheets cold where he should have been. A faint light glowed under the door, suggesting he was up early again. This had become his new routine—late nights and early mornings, no doubt trying to piece together Damian’s lingering mess. Wrapping myself in a robe, I padded quietly down the hallway and toward the study. The door was slightly open and I could hear Ethan’s voice inside. “No, that’s not enough,” he snapped. “If they’re regrouping, we need more intel—something we can use to cut them off completely.” I paused, peering inside. He was on the phone, pacing back and forth, his back to me. “I don’t care how long it takes. Find out who’s funding them now.” I knocked lightly, and he turned, his eyes softening slightly when he saw me. “I’ll call you back,” he muttered into the phone before hanging up. “Who was that?” I asked, stepping into the room. “Jus
Emma’s POVThe quietness in Damian’s arrest felt foreign, almost like a calm that wasn’t meant to last. Back at the estate, Ethan was restless, pacing the length of his study while Nathan sat in a leather chair, nursing a glass of scotch. “You need to stop this,” I said, watching Ethan make his eighth trip across the room. “Stop what?” he asked, his tone clipped. “Pacing like the world is still ending,” I replied. “Damian is gone. You’ve won.” Ethan stopped, turning to face me. “This isn’t over, Emma.” Nathan raised an eyebrow, swirling his drink. “He’s right, you know. Damian might be behind bars, but his influence didn’t get locked away with him.” “What are you saying?” I asked, my frustration rising. Nathan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Damian’s allies, the people who funded his schemes, they’re still out there. Taking him down was just the first step. Now we have to deal with the fallout.” Ethan nodded, his expression grim. “And make sure they d
Emma’s POV Ethan was in the waiting room, speaking with the doctor about my condition, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit still. The memories of the accident replayed in my mind—Damian’s smirk, the screeching tires, and Ethan’s hand pulling me to safety. I shouldn’t have survived that crash. Yet here I was, bruised but alive, standing on the edge of a battle I never wanted to be part of. Cassie appeared at the end of the hallway, her face a mixture of relief and worry. She hurried toward me, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “Emma!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I replied, though the ache in my ribs told a different story. Cassie stepped back, studying me closely. “Damian’s gone too far this time. Ethan won’t let this slide.” “He shouldn’t,” I said, my voice firm. “But I need to be part of this. I’m tired of being the pawn everyone’s fighting over.” Cassie frowned. “You can’t seriously be think
Emma’s POVEthan estate was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that only seemed to precede chaos. Ethan’s mood had grown colder, more complicated, as the days passed. The leaked documents, the growing pressure from the media, and Damian’s relentless attacks had worn him down. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way he paced endlessly in his study, and the sharpness in his words. “Do you think Damian is done?” I asked Ethan as we sat in the study. He barely looked up from the papers spread across his desk. “Damian’s never done. As long as he thinks there’s a chance to win, he’ll keep coming.” “Then why don’t we end this?” I asked, leaning forward. “Go directly to him and confront him.” Ethan glanced at me, his eyes narrowing. “Because Damian doesn’t play fair. Confronting him on his turf would only make things worse.” “So, what’s the plan?” Ethan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I’m working on it.” “Working on it?” I repeated, frus
Emma's POV“Ethan doesn’t deserve your loyalty, but I do.”* I hadn’t told Ethan about the call yet. I wasn’t sure if I should. Damian’s offer was vague but chilling, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The door creaked open behind me. I turned to see Ethan enter, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he said, closing the door behind him. I hesitated. “I’ve been thinking.” “About?” I walked to the desk, running my fingers along its edge. “About everything. Damian, Delilah… us.” Ethan’s gaze hardened. “What about Damian?” I swallowed, unsure how to approach this. “He called me.” Ethan froze, his jaw tightening. “When?” “Earlier tonight,” I admitted. “He said he wanted to make me an offer.” “What kind of offer?” Ethan asked, his voice sharp. “He didn’t say,” I replied. “He just said you don’t deserve my loyalty, but he does.” Ethan slammed his hand on the desk, making me jump. “That bastard.” “I didn’t know if
Emma’s POVThe mention of Delilah’s name had set off a storm neither of them seemed prepared for. I sat quietly, trying to make sense of the bombshell Nathan had just dropped. “Delilah?” Ethan finally said, his voice low but sharp. “You’re sure about this?” Nathan scoffed, crossing his arms. “Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’d come here without solid evidence?” “What evidence?” Ethan demanded, stepping closer to his brother. Nathan reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder, slamming it onto the table. “This. Emails, bank transfers, conversations she had with Damian. She’s been feeding him information for months.” Ethan grabbed the folder and flipped through its contents, his expression growing darker with each page. I watched as his jaw tightened, his knuckles white as he gripped the papers. “This doesn’t make sense,” Ethan muttered. “Why would she do this? What’s in it for her?” “Revenge,” Nathan said simply. Ethan looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Revenge fo
Emma’s POVNathan’s smile faded as he stepped closer, his piercing gaze locked onto mine. “Why are you so quiet? than I expected,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with mockery. “Tell me, Emma, how much do you actually know about the man you married?” “I know enough,” I replied, refusing to let him intimidate me. Nathan chuckled, a low sound that made me uneasy. “Do you? Or has my dear brother kept you in the dark like he does everyone else?” “Stop,” Ethan barked, his voice sharp. “This isn’t your business, Nathan.” Nathan turned to him, unfazed. “Isn’t it? You’ve dragged the Ethan name through enough scandals already. Now you’ve married a woman who’s caught Damian’s attention. Do you even understand the mess you’ve created?” “This has nothing to do with the family,” Ethan said through clenched teeth. “Leave her out of it.” Nathan ignored him, his focus returning to me. “Emma, has he told you why Damian hates him so much?” I hesitated, glancing at Ethan, who was now
The small apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. I stared at the eviction notice taped to the counter. Bold, unforgiving letters. Two weeks to find a miracle—or a new place to live. My heart clenched, but I refused to cry. Not after everything Cameron put me through.Cassie’s voice rang from the other end of the line, sharp with concern. “You’re not thinking about going to that party, are you?”“I am,” I replied, pulling on the heels she’d lent me months ago. They pinched, but I couldn’t let that stop me. “What else am I supposed to do, Cassie? Sit here and wallow?”“Getting drunk isn’t going to fix anything, Emma.”“No,” I said, grabbing my purse. “But it’ll shut my brain up for one night.”Cassie sighed heavily, but I didn’t wait for her response. I hung up and left. The chilly New York air wrapped around me as I stepped out, heading toward the club where my life was about to change forever.---The music was deafening, a mix of bass and lights that made my...
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