He was robbed of everything—his name, his home, his future. Now he wants it all back. When Timothy’s father died, the family empire should have been his. Instead, Madison Wellman, the mistress in the shadows, emerged with forged papers, ruthless ambition, and the muscle to throw Timothy and his mother into the streets. Penniless and broken, he watched grief consume his mother until he lost her too. That day, Timothy vowed he would return. That day, he vowed Madison would pay. Fifteen years later, Timothy is no longer the boy who was cast out—he is a man of power, wealth, and deadly charm. And his revenge begins with Madison’s most vulnerable weakness— her son, Ethan. Handsome, closeted, and trapped by his mother’s control, Ethan is everything Timothy needs to destroy her from the inside. But Ethan is also something Timothy never expected, someone who awakens feelings he thought long buried. Now Timothy stands at the brink of victory with Madison’s kingdom crumbling, her deceit unraveling, and retribution stands within his grasp. But to take it, he may be compelled to sacrifice the one thing his own heart craves most Will he choose revenge… or succumb to the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy them both.
View More~PRESENT DAY~Ethan woke with a pounding in his skull, the kind of headache that throbbed behind his eyes and refused to let him rest. Sleep had eluded him since their return from the Delula Fashion Hub, and no matter how many times he tried to close his eyes, a certain face forced its way into his mind—sharp, arrogant, unforgettable.Tim.Tim Dorian.The name alone set Ethan’s jaw tight. That young man—cocky, self-possessed, with eyes that seemed to look through him instead of at him had managed to shake something deep inside him. The incident from last night rushed back with the violence of a whirlwind.He swung his legs out of bed, muttering to himself, voice harsh and low.“How dare he? What does he know about me? He knows nothing.”The words echoed against the marble of the washroom as Ethan stepped under the spray, the water doing little to wash away his thoughts. By the time he dressed and made his way to the dining hall, his mask of control was back in place.The long dinner t
—Timothy’s world was black.Not the soft black of night when the moon hid itself, nor the comforting black of sleep. This was a suffocating void, a darkness so complete that it pressed against him from all sides. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and somewhere close by a machine ticked out a steady beep… beep… beep.His first thought was that this must be death. Hell, maybe. Or worse—the afterlife his mother once whispered about, where lost souls wandered blind forever.He tried to lift his hand to touch his face, but his body betrayed him. His arms felt like they were filled with sand, heavy and useless. He shifted, wincing—every inch of him burned, a dull ache rising from deep within his bones.Where am I? The question throbbed in his head, but his lips wouldn’t form the words. His mouth was dry, cracked, as though he hadn’t spoken for centuries.Then—voices. At first muffled, as if they drifted from beneath water. He couldn’t make sense of them. They came and wen
The Dorian Residence, 3 A.M.The clock ticked softly in the grand yet quiet residence. It was 3 a.m. when Timothy finally pushed open the polished double doors of the living area, exhaustion weighing heavily in every step. The dim glow from the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor, but before he could even lower his coat, a familiar weight sprang against him.“Fester,” Tim breathed, his voice cracking with relief as the sleek black-and-white cat leapt gracefully onto his chest. The feline curled against him as though he’d been waiting at the door all night. Timothy buried his face into Fester’s soft fur, the warmth a soothing balm against the cold mask he wore for the world.“Hey, little monster,” he whispered, his words muffled against the purr that vibrated warmly against his skin. Fester meowed softly, rubbing his head insistently against Tim’s jawline as if to remind him: you’re not alone.Then light flooded the room.Tim squinted and turned. She stood at the botto
“How dare you…” Ethan’s voice rumbled low, not loud enough to draw eyes from the other tables, but with a restrained force that made the air heavy. His jaw tightened, his fingers curling just slightly against the edge of the tablecloth.Tim tilted his head, unbothered, his lips lifting into that maddeningly calm smile. “I suppose I hit a nerve,” he said softly, almost like a taunt, though his tone was coated in velvet.“You hit nothing,” Ethan snapped back quickly, his words clipped. But even as they left his mouth, he knew it was a lie. Tim’s words had sliced deeper than he dared admit, like a beast’s claws tearing through armour.Because Tim was right.Ethan’s chest tightened, his thoughts betraying him as Tim’s steady gaze seemed to strip him bare. He knows.He was aware of the silent war Ethan fought within himself. The truth he had hidden beneath years of control, wealth, and appearances. The truth of a man who, beneath the handsome face, the sharp suits, and the collected compos
Tim just stood there, his striking, handsome face unreadable, yet his eyes, those piercing, mesmerising brown eyes, seemed to press down on Ethan like he was peeling back each layer of Ethan’s shielded heart. Silence stretched tight for a beat, strained with something left unsaid. Ethan parted his lips to speak, but Tim beat him to it.With a sudden softness, Tim’s gaze eased. A smile curved across his lips that kind of smile that disarmed, that melted tension without permission, that carried both warmth and danger. Placing a hand lightly against his chest, he said, his voice velvet-smooth,“Oh… I’m only teasing. Forgive me. I was held up a little longer than I intended.”Chloe exhaled so sharply it sounded like relief. “Oh, it’s nothing, Mr Dorian!” she gushed, waving her hand dramatically before pointing an accusing finger at her brother. “My brother here can just be a little… edgy sometimes.” She gave Ethan a playful jab in the side.Tim chuckled low, almost under his breath. “I ca
“Are you ready?” he cried, his tone dancing between playful and dramatic. The room answered in waves of laughter, gasps, and cheers. Ethan, though—Ethan sat still, every sense sharp, as if his skin itself was listening.“Here we gooooo…” the MC sang, milking the silence, milking the anticipation. The drum roll swelled. Glasses clinked nervously against tables. Even Chloe, who never ran out of breath, sat frozen, lips parted as if in prayer.And then—“The number is… 007!”The air cracked open. Applause. Screams. The crash of pure, wild excitement.For a heartbeat, Chloe sat motionless, blinking, as though her brain had to process the words twice. Then she exploded.“Oh my GODDDDDDDD!” She shrieked so loudly that Ethan winced. “Ethan! ETHANNN! We were chosen! Number seven! That’s us!”Her chair scraped back as she jumped up, hands flying over her head, waves bouncing wildly, tears sparkling in her eyes. The sound of her joy blended with the crowd’s thunder, as if Chloe herself were ano
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