I woke up to the scent of expensive cologne and sin.
The sheets were silk, the mattress too soft—definitely not mine. A sharp ache throbbed behind my temples as I blinked against the morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows.
And then I saw him.
Dominic Caldwell.
Lying beside me.
Naked.
My stomach twisted. My pulse pounded so hard I thought I might pass out. My mouth parted, but no sound came out as the memories crashed into me like a violent storm.
The gala. The champagne. The heated argument that had turned into something far more dangerous.
Oh, God.
I shoved the sheets aside, ignoring the way my bare skin prickled with mortification. The night came back in flashes—his hands gripping my waist, his lips on my throat, his voice like dark velvet whispering things I shouldn’t have wanted.
What the hell had I done?
I needed to leave. Now.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for my dress on the floor. But before I could grab it, a deep, lazy voice stopped me.
“Running already, Sinclair?”
I froze. My fingers curled around the fabric as I turned to face him. Dominic lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching me like a predator amused by his prey. Tousled dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of smirk that had ruined lives.
I swallowed. “Last night was a mistake.”
His smirk deepened. “That’s not what you were saying a few hours ago.”
Heat crawled up my spine, but I refused to let him see how much he affected me. I yanked my dress over my head, ignoring the smug look in his eyes. “This never happened.”
He chuckled, the sound low and infuriating. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”
I grabbed my heels and turned to leave. I needed to get as far away from Dominic Caldwell as possible.
But as soon as I opened the door, I stopped dead.
Standing in the hallway, waiting for me like a ghost from my worst nightmares, was my father.
Senator Richard Sinclair.
His expression was unreadable, but the tension rolling off him was suffocating. “Get dressed properly and meet me downstairs. Now.”
Panic spiked in my chest, but I masked it quickly. Years of dealing with powerful men had taught me how to school my expression, how to appear untouchable even when the world was collapsing around me.
I didn’t look back at Dominic as I stepped out.
But I felt his gaze burning into my skin.
****
My father was already seated in the private lounge of the hotel when I arrived. His expression was carved from stone, the same one he used during political negotiations.
This wasn’t a conversation between a father and daughter. This was business.
I took the seat across from him, crossing my arms. “Before you say anything, let me make one thing clear—I don’t care what you think about last night.”
He didn’t flinch. “This isn’t about last night.”
My stomach tightened. “Then what is it about?”
He leaned forward, folding his hands together. “Your engagement.”
A cold chill ran down my spine. “My what?”
His gaze locked onto mine. “You’re going to marry Dominic Caldwell.”
I laughed. A sharp, bitter sound. “I’m sorry, did I hit my head last night? Because I could’ve sworn you just said I was marrying the man I despise.”
“I did.” His tone was flat. “And you are.”
I pushed back from the table. “No. Whatever political game you’re playing, I want no part of it.”
“You don’t have a choice, Elena.”
His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that sent unease crawling up my spine.
“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m marrying him,” I snapped. “I’d rather burn in hell.”
My father sighed as if my reaction was exhausting. Then he pulled out a folder from his briefcase and slid it across the table. “Then you should see this first.”
I hesitated before opening it.
And when I did, my entire world tilted.
Documents. Photos. Bank transactions. And a headline that hadn’t hit the media yet—but when it did, it would destroy everything.
SENATOR SINCLAIR IMPLICATED IN CORRUPTION SCANDAL
My hands shook. “Where did you get this?”
“It doesn’t matter,” my father said. “What matters is that Dominic Caldwell owns the media outlets that could bury this. Or expose it.”
The realization hit me like a freight train. “You’re using me as a bargaining chip.”
“It’s already done,” he said. “The engagement announcement goes out today. You’ll marry him in two months.”
Anger burned through me like wildfire. “You had no right—”
“I had every right,” he interrupted, his voice steel. “I built this legacy. I won’t let it crumble because of one mistake.”
I stood, my chair scraping against the marble floor. “This is insane. You can’t force me to do this.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “If you don’t, Elena, our family loses everything. I lose everything.”
And just like that, he delivered the final blow.
Because despite everything, despite the lies and manipulation—I loved my father. I’d spent my entire life proving that I wasn’t just his daughter, that I could make it on my own.
But if I said no, if I walked away now, I’d be leaving him to drown.
And Dominic Caldwell knew it.
Because when I looked up, he was standing at the entrance of the lounge.
Watching me.
Waiting.
For my surrender.
My hands curled into fists.
I would marry Dominic Caldwell.
But I would never love him.
And I sure as hell would make him regret ever thinking he could own me.
****
The engagement announcement spread like wildfire. By the time I arrived at Caldwell Enterprises later that evening, the entire world knew.
I stormed into Dominic’s office, slamming the door behind me. He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, looking completely at ease, like a king surveying his kingdom.
I hated him.
I hated how effortlessly he had destroyed my choices.
He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”
I didn’t. “Why are you doing this?”
He leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Because I can.”
My nails dug into my palms. “You manipulated my father. Forced his hand. Why?”
He stood, closing the space between us in slow, measured steps. “Because, Elena,” he said, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous, “this is bigger than you and me. Your father thinks he’s making a deal to protect himself.”
He reached out, trailing a single finger along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.
“But what he doesn’t realize,” he murmured, “is that I’m not saving him. I’m destroying him.”
My breath caught. “What are you talking about?”
Dominic smiled, but there was no warmth in it.
“Marry me, and you’ll find out.”
I should have walked away.I should have told Dominic Caldwell to go straight to hell.Instead, I sat across from him, trapped in a deal I didn’t fully understand yet. My father’s scandal was being buried as we spoke, my family’s legacy preserved—but at what cost?I wasn’t stupid.Dominic didn’t save people. He destroyed them.And now, I was bound to him by a contract as unbreakable as the iron in his eyes.I forced myself to hold his gaze. “You said you’re destroying my father, not saving him. What does that mean?”He took his time answering, leaning back in his chair like a king surveying his latest conquest.“It means,” he said slowly, “that your father is drowning in his own corruption. I just decided when and how he would sink.”A chill crept up my spine. “You planned this from the beginning.”A smirk ghosted across his lips. “Would you believe me if I said it was fate?”I slammed my hands on his desk. “This isn’t a game, Dominic.”His eyes darkened. “It’s always a game, Sinclair
I should have lied.I should have looked Dominic Caldwell in the eye and told him that Liam meant nothing to me.But I hesitated.And in that hesitation, I gave him my answer.The phone in his hand was still lit, the image of Liam and me frozen on the screen. A memory I had buried—now resurrected as a weapon.Dominic’s expression remained unreadable, but the tension in the air was suffocating.“You didn’t answer me,” he said, voice calm. Too calm.I swallowed hard. “It doesn’t matter.”His gaze flickered with something dark. “It does to me.”I forced myself to hold his stare. “Liam is in the past. This marriage is about the present.”Dominic tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve. Then, without another word, he turned and tossed the phone onto a nearby table.I exhaled, tension coiled in my spine, waiting for the storm.But when he finally spoke, his voice was almost amused. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you?”A chill ran down my spine. “I thi
I should have stopped it.I should have shoved him away and reminded him that this marriage was nothing but a contract.But the moment Dominic’s lips claimed mine, every rational thought burned to ash.His hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers curled into his suit, betraying me, holding him instead of pushing him away. The taste of him—powerful, intoxicating, dangerous—made my head spin.This was a mistake.A fatal one.I pulled back, breathless. “This doesn’t mean anything.”Dominic’s smirk was lethal. “Keep telling yourself that, Sinclair.”I glared at him. “You don’t own me.”His fingers traced my jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. “Then why are you shaking?”Damn him.I forced myself to step away, ignoring the heat still coursing through my veins. “That won’t happen again.”Dominic leaned against the elevator doors, watching me like a predator indulging in his favorite prey. “We’ll see.”The worst part?I wasn’t sure if he was wrong.****The following morning, my p
I didn’t sleep.How could I?Dominic Caldwell had played me, twisted my loyalty into a noose, and left me standing in the ruins of my own choices.My father’s scandal was now public.Dominic had betrayed me.And worse, I was still his—trapped in a marriage I had no way of escaping.By the time the sun rose, I had made a decision.If Dominic wanted a war, I’d give him one.****The next morning, I didn’t wait for him to summon me.I stormed into the dining room, where he sat at the long mahogany table, sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just burned my world to the ground.He barely glanced up. “You’re up early.”I slammed a newspaper onto the table—the same one detailing my father’s downfall. “You used me.”Dominic sighed, setting his cup down. “We’ve already established that.”I clenched my fists. “Then let’s establish something else. This marriage? It’s over.”A slow, mocking smile spread across his lips. “You really think that’s up to you?”“I won’t be your pawn.”“You already are,”
I awoke to the chilling touch of cold metal on my wrists. My head throbbed, and my vision was hazy as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. The dim, flickering light overhead cast unsettling shadows on the concrete walls. Where was I? I pulled at my hands, realizing I was handcuffed to a chair. A wave of sickening déjà vu washed over me. This wasn’t my first encounter with Dominic Caldwell, but this time felt different. I wasn’t sure I would escape with my life. Footsteps broke the silence, slow and deliberate. Then he emerged into the light. Dominic. Clad in a black suit, his expression was inscrutable, embodying the ruthless billionaire who ruled the city. But his eyes? They glowed with a dark, menacing intensity. “You should have known better, Sinclair,” he said, his voice low and almost indifferent. “Did you really think I wouldn’t discover your little alliance with Liam?” My heart raced. He was aware. I swallowed hard, striving to keep my voice steady. “You kidnapped me.
I felt the blood drain from my face.Dominic stepped out of the shadows, slow and controlled, like a predator that had just cornered its prey. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those dark, calculating eyes—burned with triumph.I had been played.Again.Liam stiffened beside me. “Caldwell,” he said, his voice a forced calm.Dominic ignored him. His focus was on me, and me alone.“You never learn, do you, Sinclair?” he murmured.I forced my chin up. “Looks like you don’t either,” I shot back. “Eavesdropping is a bad habit.”His lips curved into a smirk, but there was no amusement in it.“You thought you were so clever, didn’t you?” he mused. “Slipping away. Meeting your little ally in secret.” He took another step forward, his presence suffocating. “Tell me, Sinclair, did you really think I wouldn’t be watching?”I said nothing.Because the truth was, I had underestimated him.Dominic wasn’t just ruthless—he was ten steps ahead. Always.And now, I was trapped.His gaze flicker
I couldn’t sleep.The message played on a loop in my head.“Your husband isn’t the only one with secrets.”What did that mean? Who was this person?I sat in the dimly lit bedroom, gripping my phone like it held all the answers. I could feel Dominic’s presence in the penthouse—he was still in his office, working late, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just pulled the rug out from under me.I had spent so much time focusing on destroying Dominic, convinced he was my biggest enemy.But what if I was wrong?What if there was someone worse lurking in the shadows?I typed back.Me: I need proof.Nothing.I tried again.Me: If you’re telling the truth, show me something real.Still nothing.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the nightstand. I hated this—being in the dark, being played. Every second in this penthouse felt like a chessboard where I was two moves behind.But not for long.I swung my legs over the bed and stood. If this mysterious informant wasn’t going to hand m
My father’s words echoed in my mind.“She’s gone, Elena.”Thea had vanished.And no one knew why.I felt my stomach tighten. My sister had always been the perfect one, the one who followed the rules, who played the game exactly how our father wanted. She wouldn’t have just disappeared—not unless something had happened to her.And now, I was standing in her place, married to a man I couldn’t trust, tangled in a conspiracy I didn’t understand.I took a shaky breath, trying to process it.“I want the truth,” I said, my voice sharp. “Everything.”My father studied me carefully. “You won’t like it.”“I don’t care.”His expression hardened. “Thea was supposed to marry Dominic as part of the original arrangement between our families. But three weeks before the wedding—she ran.”My breath caught.“Ran where?”“If I knew that, do you think I’d be sitting here?” He exhaled sharply. “She left without a trace. No messages, no goodbyes. She just… vanished.”A sick feeling twisted in my gut.“You r
My pulse hammered in my ears as the car sped through the streets, leaving the alley behind. I glanced over at the driver, but the figure was obscured by the shadows. The dim light from the streetlamps outside barely illuminated the face, but the sheer force of their presence was undeniable. Whoever they were, they’d saved me—whether by chance or design, I couldn’t tell. But I didn’t care. At that moment, survival was the only thing on my mind.I pressed my back against the seat, trying to steady my breathing, still too disoriented to think clearly. The man in the alley—the one who’d been chasing me—wasn’t just a random thug. He had known too much, too many details. His words echoed in my mind: “You don’t have a clue what you’re dealing with.”What had I gotten myself into?I swallowed hard, trying to quell the panic rising in my chest. Was Dominic involved in this? Was he behind whatever game these people were playing? And if so, what was the real objective? I was no closer to answers
I felt suffocated. As soon as the footsteps ceased, it was as if all the air had vanished from my lungs. There was no doubt now—someone was out there, advancing towards me. My heartbeat thudded in my throat, and every muscle in my body was coiled with anxiety. It was no longer just about Thomas; I sensed that something far more sinister was approaching. I was no longer merely fleeing from Thomas; I was escaping the reality of the situation. I remained as motionless as possible, straining to listen, to wait. The footsteps were slow and purposeful, as if the person was fully aware of their destination. Then came the unmistakable sound of a shadow gliding against metal—the noise of someone sliding along the back of the car—confirming my fears. Someone was near. I reached beneath the seat for the emergency kit that had been gathering dust for weeks. My hand trembled as I grasped the tire iron. I didn’t care if it was insufficient; it was all I had. The weight of it offered a slight re
I didn’t have time to think. My body acted on instinct, slamming the door shut behind me as Thomas reached for the flash drive. I knew I couldn’t let him have it. Not when it held the key to everything—Dominic’s past, my father’s betrayal, and the twisted dance we’d all been caught in.But Thomas wasn’t just a threat in the form of a man. He was a shadow, slipping through the cracks with a quiet menace that sent chills down my spine. As I backed away, my mind scrambled for an escape, for something—anything—that could help me gain the upper hand.“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Elena,” Thomas called out, his voice calm, unsettlingly so. “You’re smarter than this. You know that keeping the drive is just going to hurt you in the end. All you need to do is hand it over, and I’ll make sure you and your family walk away unscathed.”I was breathing hard, my chest tightening with every word. Unscathed? He was lying. If I gave it to him, everything Dominic had worked for—everythin
The silence between us was deafening.Dominic stood at the edge of the rooftop terrace, the city lights flickering behind him like distant stars—untouchable, indifferent. The night air was sharp, cutting through the tension that hung like a noose between us. My fingers clenched the edge of the marble balcony, grounding myself, because if I didn’t hold onto something, I might fall apart.“I didn’t want you to find out this way,” he said at last, his voice low and rough.I scoffed. “You mean the truth? That you manipulated every moment of my life to lead me here—to you?”He turned slowly, eyes dark and unreadable. “You think this is easy for me? Watching you look at me like I’m the monster in your story when I was trying to protect you from a truth worse than anything I’ve done?”My throat tightened, rage and confusion warring inside me. “Protect me?” I laughed, bitter and sharp. “Dominic, you orchestrated my father’s downfall. You blackmailed me into this engagement. You lied about eve
The room crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on.Thomas didn’t flinch. He kept the gun pointed at me, his finger hovering above the trigger. His smirk remained intact, like this was just another game to him. Another power play.Dominic’s gun never wavered. He stepped into the room, calm and lethal, like a predator that had stalked this moment for years.“I said drop it,” Dominic growled.Thomas tilted his head, amused. “Dominic. Always the knight in tarnished armor. But you’re too late. She came to me, remember? Looking for answers you didn’t have the guts to give her.”My heart hammered in my chest. I stood frozen between two men whose hatred for each other ran deeper than bloodlines.“Let her go,” Dominic said again, this time colder. “You’ve made your move. It’s over.”Thomas chuckled. “Over? No, Dominic. This is where it really begins.”Then he did something I didn’t expect—he lowered the gun.Not all the way. Just enough to look like he was considering surrender.Dominic
The silence that settled between Dominic and me in the car was suffocating.Not a word passed between us as the engine hummed beneath us, New York’s city lights blurring by in streaks of gold and white. I sat stiffly, arms crossed, trying not to look at him—trying not to acknowledge the heat still coursing through me after what happened at the penthouse. My lips still burned from his kiss. My skin tingled where his fingers had touched me.But none of that mattered now.Not after what I’d found. Not after the phone call I’d intercepted.Because while he might have claimed to love me—might have whispered promises of truth in my ear—Dominic Caldwell was still hiding things. Things that had everything to do with Thomas. With my father. With this damn web of betrayal I couldn’t untangle without bleeding.“You’re quiet,” Dominic finally said, his voice low but pointed.I didn’t look at him. “Do I need to fill the silence with lies to keep you comfortable?”That made him tense. I felt it eve
The atmosphere was charged with unease as I found myself alone in Dominic's office, my fingers gliding along the desk's edge as if searching for hidden truths waiting to be revealed. Each step I took into this realm blurred the lines between forward motion and a plunge into chaos. Thomas's menacing words still reverberated in my thoughts. He had materialized out of nowhere, a specter bringing with him a history that Dominic had fought tooth and nail to conceal. Now, with Dominic missing—vanished without a trace after their altercation—my anxiety was stretched to its breaking point. My phone vibrated. I grabbed it, half-hoping it was a message from Dominic. It wasn’t. Liam: Trust no one. I’m on my way. That was all. No details. No reasoning. My heart raced. Liam hadn’t spoken to me since the night Dominic disappeared—the night I witnessed him confront his demons and walk away from me, silent and broken. And now his twin was re-entering the fray? Why? I made my way to the Caldwell
The letter trembled in my hands, its words etched into my mind:“Your mother didn’t run away—she was taken.”I stared at the rusted gates of the old Sinclair estate, the morning sun casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. The estate, once a symbol of our family’s prominence, now stood as a decaying monument to forgotten truths.I had come here seeking answers, but instead, I found more questions. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, his promise of revealing the truth replaced by this cryptic message.A sudden rustle behind me snapped me back to reality. I spun around, heart pounding, only to find Dominic emerging from the shadows, his expression a mix of concern and determination.“I told you to stay back,” I said, clutching the letter tightly.“And let you walk into a trap alone? Not a chance,” he replied, his gaze scanning the surroundings.I handed him the letter. As he read, his jaw tightened, and a storm brewed in his eyes.“This changes everything,” he murmured
Darkness swallowed the room as the door burst open. My heart raced, my eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden absence of light. A figure moved swiftly, and before I could react, a sharp pain exploded at the back of my head. The world tilted, and everything went black.I awoke to the cold touch of a concrete floor against my cheek. My wrists were bound, and a dull ache throbbed at the back of my head. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. I was alone.Memories flooded back—Dominic’s confession, the confrontation, and then the attack. Panic surged through my veins, but I forced myself to remain calm. I needed to assess my situation and find a way out.Footsteps echoed outside the door. My breath caught as the door creaked open, revealing Thomas. His smug expression sent a wave of anger through me.“Good to see you’re awake,” he sneered. “We have much to discuss.”I glared at him. “What do you want?”Thomas chuckled, stepping closer