Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, Leah’s world is in ruins—until Damian, a ruthless billionaire racing to save his inheritance, offers her a cold-blooded marriage of convenience. The deal is simple: no feelings, no complications, just a perfect façade. But when Damian publicly humiliates her one day and fiercely defends her the next, Leah’s resolve begins to crack. One night of wine and raw confessions ignites a passion neither of them can control. By morning, she learns he’s been at her hospitalized father’s side—something no one has ever done for her. In a marriage built on lies, betrayal, and simmering desire, falling in love might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, Leah’s world is in ruins—until Damian, a ruthless billionaire racing to save his inheritance, offers her a cold-blooded marriage of convenience. The deal is simple: no feelings, no complications, just a perfect façade. But when Damian publicly humiliates her one day and fiercely defends her the next, Leah’s resolve begins to crack. One night of wine and raw confessions ignites a passion neither of them can control. By morning, she learns he’s been at her hospitalized father’s side—something no one has ever done for her. In a marriage built on lies, betrayal, and simmering desire, falling in love might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

I tugged on it—and instead of sliding out, it clicked. My heart jumped as the wall beside it creaked open, revealing a narrow hidden passage. What the hell? Carefully, I stepped inside. My fingers searched the wall until I found a light switch. The bulb flickered on—and I froze. The room was covered in clippings, notes, photos. The name “Arnold Groups” was scrawled again and again. My heart pounded. Drawn to the desk at the center, I found a file—thick, old, and worn. I flipped it open. The pages told a story. A horrifying, undeniable story. Arnold Groups wasn’t just a company. They were killers. They murdered my parents. I stared at the evidence scattered around me, tears still blurring my vision. But something changed in that moment. The grief burned away into something hotter. Rage. “I’ll make life miserable for them,” I muttered, collecting every page with trembling hands. “I’ll make them pay for what they did.” I stepped out of that room changed. No longer just the grieving daughter. Now, I had a mission. I closed the door behind me and turned to find Mr. Collins nearby. “Could you please bring my bags?” I asked, my voice calm now. He blinked. “Your bags? But… I thought you’d be staying.” I gave him a gentle smile, even as the storm raged behind my eyes. “I won’t be staying, Mr. Collins.”