In the heart of New York City, where power is traded like gold and ambition can break you, Lily James is caught between two worlds. By day, she’s the epitome of grace, a picture-perfect heiress to the sprawling James family airline empire, bound by a legacy that stifles her every move. By night, under the cover of darkness, she sheds her delicate persona, becoming a fierce and untamed spirit—a woman who longs to break free from the chains of her family’s expectations. Her carefully curated life shatters when she is thrust into an arranged marriage with Vandaulf Claude Carlston, the cold, calculating CEO of Carlston Architectural Firm and ruthless heir to the rival Carlston real estate dynasty. To him, their union is nothing more than a business transaction, a means to strengthen their family empires. He dismisses Lily as fragile and unworthy of respect. But Lily isn't the meek woman he believes her to be—beneath her exterior burns an undeniable fire. At a Halloween party, fate intervenes. Lily, shedding her refined persona for the night, crosses paths with Vandaulf in the form of a bold, liberated woman he cannot resist. Neither knows the true identity of the other, and a night of passionate recklessness ensues. The consequences are shattering—Lily is pregnant. When she reveals the truth, Vandaulf’s response is cruel and devastating. He denies any involvement, accusing her of manipulation and deceit. His cold rejection cuts deeper than she could have imagined, leaving her shattered but resolute. In this world of power, deceit, and dangerous alliances, Lily and Vandaulf must decide: will they allow their differences to tear them apart, or risk everything to uncover the truth? The ultimate question remains: will Vandaulf ever acknowledge Lily's pregnancy as his own, or will their fragile truce crumble forever?
View MoreThe evening was heavy with stillness, except for the distant thrum of the city outside the estate. A storm gathered on the horizon, churning dark clouds piled beyond the reach of sight, reflecting the turmoil that stormed within.In the grand hall of the Carlston estate, Vandaulf leaned in his chair, tight, his mind in an uproar. Wounds ached, but naught, naught to that tempest of emotion that ravaged within his brain.Lily—no, Ina—fell further into perdition.And he did not have a clue to how to extricate her from it.A door slammed behind her, and there was the quiet, introspective step upon the marble floor.Helena Carlston.His grandmother.The only one who ever truly loved him.She came to him with quiet, steady pace, and yet tonight Vandaulf sensed an edge of urgency in her stride."Vandaulf," she breathed, scanning him with her cold-eyed stare. Her gaze relaxed as she looked at the puffing of bruise down the curve of his jaw. "My dear boy."She sat down next to him, holding his
Ina didn’t flinch.She simply leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear.“Then I’ll burn them all.”Brigs’ body trembled beneath her touch. His vision blurred.And yet—he still smiled.The cry of sirens sliced through night, red and blue lights slicing through darkness. There was a cloud of blood and smoke suspended in the air, tension tight and strained. Vandaulf's hold on Lily's wrist was firm: firm but controlled. "Don't, Lily! Let someone else. Get out of it."Lily did not stir.She stood above Brigs' body, her crimson fingers, her twisting acid. All the pain of it—the years' misery, the pursuit of truth, the battle she had fought so long—hit her with crushing force beneath its choking wave.Helena, still holding the gun in her hand, gulped a ragged breath."Come on, Grandma."Vandaulf waited in the doorway, his voice drawn tight with horror.The lights became brighter and brighter. The sirens approached.Helena did not grumble. She shoved the gun into her greatcoat and t
The house towered over her like a predator slouching, ready to jump down on its prey.Lily—no.Ina.She pulled on the gloved fingers covering her hands, her heart beat steady despite the battle warring within her.This was not madness.This was revenge.Brenna had cautioned her. Had reminded her to bide patiently.But patience never saved anyone.The doors creaked open, and there stood Brigs Carlston at the top of the marble staircase.The devil himself.His face was un readable, but a curve of humor pulled the corners of his mouth up."Well," Brigs gasped. "You certainly do have your father's foolishness."Ina edged closer, the gun hidden under her jacket keeping her steady."I have something else of his too," she said flatly.Brigs' brow furrowed. "And what would that be?"She smiled. "A reason to kill you."Brigs emitted a low chuckle. "My, my. Such temerity."Ina didn't blink."I take it you're here for my son," he went on.Ina clenched her fists into fists. "Where is he?"Brigs h
Vandaulf's face grew harder. "I never was your boy."Brigs chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, but you were. You just didn't realize it."There was tense silence between them.Then Brigs made a melodramatic sigh. "You let her go."Vandaulf's expression did not change."You let her live," Brigs continued, venomous, his voice softening."Even when you knew what that did for you."Vandaulf's jaw muscle and the eye near it throbbed with anger, but he remained silent.Brigs took another step forward, the voice plummeting deeper into blackness, heaviness."You betrayed me."Those words hung suspended within Vandaulf's breast, a splash of ice water.Brigs never forgave traitors.And Vandaulf had just done the unforgivable.Brigs looked at him intently, his eyes smoldering with something unreadable. "I should have known this. Well, I did know you had weakness in you."Vandaulf could hardly bear his father's gaze. "If weakness is compassion, then I'd be a better man to be weak than to be you."Bri
The night drew its breath in anticipation.Vandaulf loomed over her, a dark silhouette against the silver glow pouring through the leaves. His features remained unguessed, his stance noncommittal neither friendly nor unfriendly. Far behind them, Brigs' men screamed distant, their boots pounding the earth like war drums.Ina's grip on the stolen gun was a vise. Her body hurt, her lungs seared, but she would not fall now. Not now that she had come so far.She recoiled.Vandaulf copied her."You hesitate," he said. His voice was not loud, but it sliced the night like a blade.Ina's heart pounded in her chest. "I don't hesitate.""Then why not shoot?"Her hands trembled on the icy metal of the gun.She could.She should.Vandaulf was Brigs' son. His blood. His heir. He had stood on the other side for so long it was as though to hold a knife in the blade to have any trust in him now.And yet—He had come alone. Without a gun. Without guards.Either desperate or idiotic.Or perhaps both."I
The icy metal of the van floor cut into Lily's skin as she was, wrists restrained behind her by heavy cuffs. The thunder of the engine shook the bones in her body, but not the noise that consumed her—it was the fury. The desperation, the suffocating rage coursing through her throat.Brigs Carlston had stolen everything from her.And he thought he owned her.The flickering, shaking light in the van cast eerie shadows over the guards who sat across from her, rifles across their knees. Their eyes were guarded, suspicious. They had witnessed the flame in her. They knew what she could do.But they did not know her.They did not know Ina.The darkness descended around them, heavy and suffocating, as the van traveled over rough roads.The transition was slow, nearly imperceptible. The world beyond her unraveled and reformed, the borders of Lily's perception fading. The crushing burden of terror, rage, and powerlessness transformed into something else.Something dark.Something unencumbered.H
Brigs spun toward her, his grin growing wider. "Ah. There it is." He fell again, his gaze fixed on her like a predator's gaze on wounded prey. "That hesitation. That doubt. That fear."Lily's heart pounded against her head, but she would not give in to him."Kill me then," she gasped. "If you really believe that I am so cowardly, kill me."Brigs chuckled. "Oh, Lily. Why would I ever hurt you when so much enjoyment is had playing games with you?"Her breath caught as he leaned in close, lips on the edge of her ear. "You're in a war you'll lose."She swallowed hard, mouth dry. "I shall never surrender."Brigs stepped back, eyes crinkling at the deep grinning lines. "Oh, I'm waiting with bated breath.".He addressed his guards. "Bring them down. Make them comfortable."Lily's stomach sank.Lower floors. Dungeon under manor.An arm tugged her arm, flame searing from her shoulder. She was being dragged away once more, metal's hold on her wrists as the guards are taken off into shadows.Van
They snuck in.The house was forebodingly quiet. There was merely the sound of the security system and a far-off creak of the wood floor shifting beneath their feet.Lily led the way, relying on what she knew as her guide. She'd spied upon this house, studied Brigs's routine. She knew exactly where his study would be.They reached the door.Vandaulf quickly disabled the lock, and they slid inside.Brigs's study had been as showy as it had been ominous—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined its walls, plush leather armchairs stretched out in comfort, and a dominant desk sat at its center. But Lily's eyes were on the room's distant corner."There," she whispered.The cabinet.Vandaulf walked over, his fingers running along the edges of the hidden panel in its back.Click.The vault opened.Lily gasped as Vandaulf tampered with the lock. Each moment felt like an eternity. Finally—Beep. Beep. Beep.The vault swung open.Inside, neat stacks of papers, books, and folders were laid out in order.
Leaning back in his armchair, Brigs Carlston cast a foreboding elongated shadow all over the mahogany walls of the study as the desk lamp shone brightly. He stirred the drink, amber in color, in the glass and narrowed his eyes, looking at the wall as though in consideration. Dark laughter shook his head. "Tsk, tsk… Roosevelt James' daughter is smarter than I thought she was. She has been hunting for evidence."He placed his drink on the desk with a loud click."She knows it was something more than an accident. But to know and to be able to show are two other things, little girl."With a slow, deliberate motion, Brigs stood up from the chair and walked to the opposite side of the room. His fingertips touched the cold surface of an old cabinet—a reminder of lost secrets. He bent down, pressing his thumb into a hidden panel beneath the cabinet. There was a tiny click, and a panel of the wooden floor creaked open to show a hidden vault.Brigs breathed deeply, his eyes shining with evil
Activity and noise reigned over the James estate. Bustling servants and glittering decorations surrounded Lily James, the smallest person in that grand ballroom. She pushed at the hem of her pale blue dress, a color chosen by her deceased mother and insisted upon by her grandmother—a hue meant to highlight the supposed innocence and beauty that Lily was believed to possess. She despised it.The air was electric with tension as the two families gathered to cement the union—an arranged marriage that resembled a corporate merger. The James family, airline moguls, required the funds from the Carlston real estate empire, while the Carlstons desired the prestige of the James name. Love was not invited to this equation.Lily stood nervously, her hands clasped tightly when he entered.Vandaulf Claude Carlston, the CEO of Carlston Architectural Firm, exuded an icy, calculating power that made everyone else seem infinitesimally small. He was tall, perfectly dressed in a tailored black suit, and...
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