In a world of shadows and corruption, Michael Vaire, a 20-year-old heir to his father's shady business empire, is determined to uncover the truth behind his parents' mysterious deaths. As he navigates the treacherous world of illegal dealings, betrayal, and manipulation, Michael encounters a beautiful, cunning, and deadly woman named Celeste Noir, an assassin with a past that could be more closely intertwined with his family’s demise than he ever imagined. Torn between vengeance, desire, and the thirst for power, Michael must confront dark secrets, unravel the ties that bind him to the world his father built, and decide who he can trust—if anyone at all.

He had killed her mom, and taken away the life of the next person closest to her, but only because those were his duties. * "Let me take your bandage off" she insisted with a smile as my gaze simply followed her pale hands. Something about the way it moved, charmed me. Slow, gentle, and loving. Was this how she treated all her patients?, I thought, saddened by the thought that I was just like every other ant. "What do I have to do to be different?" Taking her unsuspecting palm into mine as I rubbed it onto my cold cheeks. She was startled at first, before relaxing her widened eyes and uttering the rejection. "You have a wife" ** She suffered depression and wants to die. The person who can make that happen is the person she's fallen for. But at the same time, she wants to be there for him... The irony.

The news of his death sent shivers down her spine. Lacey Myers' first love, Noah Michael, had unexpectedly left the 17 year old, not only with a broken heart, but a growing foetus. 6 years gone and she is met with someone who provides an equal sense of comfort, warmth and fueling desire as Noah had. Believed to be slowly falling for his charisma, what happens when she finds out that- **** "Noah?" I whisper under my breath while gazing at the half heart tattoo I'd forced him into getting on his lower torso . My hand impulsively slid to frame his sharp jawline... Only to retract as I recall young pregnant me weeping as his coffin was carefully lowered into a 6 feet dug grave. "You're de-" I still couldn't bring myself to admit it after all these years. Despite the odds, someone else must have that same half heart tattoo in that same area... Despite the fawking odds. I shake the expectations as I let reality hit me instead. While once again, like all the other times I'd mistake a tall, dark haired passerby for him, I conclude in defeat. 'My Noah's dead' ***** Oh but no Lacey, OUR NOAH is indeed ALIVE!!~ Why did he fake his death in the first place? Was it the startling pregnancy that had driven him away?? Had he, perhaps, no aspiration of being burdened a young father's responsibilities in his early twenty's??? ... Was he even aware of all what revolved around him???? There is definitely more to it than meets the eye! However, to Lacey Myers (as it would to me), all is that Noah had left when she needed him most and didn't bother to contact... If not for this unexpected reunion.