LOGINSharon Miles fled a toxic ex, but found an empire with billionaire CEO Xavier Combs. He's not just a handsome powerhouse – he's her partner in revenge. Together, they'll crush her past ghosts and build a luxe, liberated future. With Xavier’s wealth and influence backing her, Sharon’s got the upper hand.
View More~SHARON
It feels like ages since I skipped out of my family’s house, just so I could make my own rules and chase my dreams. It was good for a bit, you know? I didn’t just find my own strength in music and acting, but I also thought I’d found the real deal when it came to love. Sat in the living room of his massive house, I looked at James, the guy I was so into, who, lucky for me, was the top dog at the record company I was signed to. He’d asked me to come over, and I was dying to know what it was about. “Sharon, you can’t do music anymore,” he said, looking down like he was sad. “Come again?” I said, my smile fading. “You know that’s not on, right? James, I have fans now, loads of songs. All I need to do is keep making music, or I’ll just disappear. What are you even saying?” I was so confused.“Come on, babe, don’t you love me anymore? Look, I think it’s time we settled down and had kids. If you keep singing and going on tour, you won’t have time for us. Your songs are safe, trust me, and no matter how long it takes you to make another song, trust me, your fans will be waiting. But if you don’t want this anymore and don’t love me anymore…”
“Umm, it’s okay. I love you as much as I love my job. I’ll listen to you, but first, please, I need to think about this, okay?” I said and went closer to him, trying to understand.
“There’s nothing to think about. Or don’t you think I can look after you and give you all the good things in life?” He said, looking right into my eyes.
“I do think you can, and that’s why we’re together. Okay, fine. I agree,” I said, trying to sound sure, and he smiled, finally.
“That’s really sweet of you. Now I know you really love me, and because of that, you can write songs, honey, okay? That way, you’ll have money coming in. Mia, who is signed to my record company, can sing any song you write since she’s your friend, or you can pick whoever you think would be good.” He said, trying to make it sound like a good thing.
“Um, that’s fine. I mean like you said, Mia is my friend so yeah, I can write for her,” I agreed, but deep down, I knew it was a mistake.
It’s been two years since I agreed to that, and now, I was sat in the same place, feeling awful about it with my head all bloody and sore. The whole living room was so quiet, and my heart hurt at how much I had put up with. I heard someone coming and jumped, trying to get myself together, but I was a mess.James tapped my shoulders from behind and when I looked at him, I could see this nasty smile. He was nothing like what I thought he was. “James, I think we need to talk,” I said, trying to be brave, even though I was shaking.
He sat closer to me and looked at me hard, like he was trying to scare me. “What is it, love?” He asked, his voice all sweet but cold.
“James, look at me,” I said, pointing at my whole body, which was a total mess. My clothes were ripped, and my body had marks, which showed how bad it was. “I am now a shadow of myself,” I said, my voice all rough and shaky. “I know I loved you but this isn’t the life that you promised me, is it?”
“What do you want me to do about your dirty self then?” He said, and it felt like a punch to the gut.
“I just want you to be better to me, and if you won’t, can you at least give me my money? I have written loads of songs for your company for two years now, but I haven’t been paid anything. I am also running out of money. There is a lot to…”
PAK! PAK!!
He jumped up and before I could even blink, I had been slapped twice, hard.
I put my head on my lap, feeling so bad and in so much pain. Even after I tried to calm down, I couldn’t lift my head up again because I was scared of being hit again. “You know I hate it when you say no to me,” he said, all angry, and got up. When he was gone, I lifted my head and saw he had gone into his kitchen. My heart was going crazy as I didn’t know what he was going to do. A few seconds later, he came out of the kitchen with some plates in his hands, and when he got close, I tried to get up, but it was too late. The plates had already hit my body, and they broke. I held myself, trying to stop the pain. “You haven’t even done the dishes yet and you want money? I have never seen a woman as dirty and disgusting as you. I guess your family didn’t bring you up right, did they?”
“Don’t… Don’t you dare talk about my family when you’re calling me names, James. You can hurt me as much as you want because I loved you, but you will not talk about my family, okay?” I said, trying not to cry.
I felt his hands on my throat as he pushed my back hard against the wall behind me. “And what if I do?” He said right in my face, his eyes scary. I had my eyes shut because I couldn’t look at him. “Aren’t they as pathetic as you? Oh, okay, I will say they’re not, but trust me, they don’t care if you’re alive or dead, so you can only do what I say, got it?” He said. “Do you hear me?” He shouted in my face, and I was so scared.
I was finding it hard to breathe and needed to get out of this so I wouldn’t die, so I nodded my head with a silent; Yes!
~SHARONI woke before sunrise.For a few seconds, I did not know where I was. The room was quiet, the sheets beneath me were soft, and the curtains moved gently as the morning breeze slipped through the half-open window. Then memory returned.James.The messages.The articles.The file Xavier refused to let me see.I slowly sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees. Sleep had come in pieces, broken by dreams I could barely remember. All I knew was that I felt exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with rest.My eyes drifted toward the bedside table where the new phone Xavier had given me rested silently.No messages.No threats.No unknown numbers.For the first time in days, I did not wake to James forcing his way into my morning.That alone felt strange.I remained there for another minute before deciding I could not stay inside the bedroom all day. Xavier had been right about one thing. If I allowed fear to decide where I could stand, then James would continue controlling me wi
~XAVIERThe moment Sharon left the sitting room, I opened the file again.Joe remained near the door, silent as always, but I could feel his attention fixed on me. He had already read enough of the report to understand why it mattered. The problem was that I understood it too well.Inside the file were copies of payment trails, contract transfers, and hidden ownership records connected to James Wick’s label over the past three years. Most of it looked clean at first glance. James had always been careful with appearances. But underneath the polished surface, patterns were beginning to show.And Sharon’s name was buried inside too many of them.“She does not know any of this yet?” I asked.Joe shook his head. “No, sir.”I looked down at the pages again.Three songs credited to different artists. Two unreleased demo recordings transferred through a shell company. Royalty payments redirected through false production accounts. It was all fragmented enough to avoid attention unless someone
~SHARONAfter Xavier said those words, the room grew quiet again, but it no longer felt like the kind of silence that pressed against my chest. This one felt steadier. The fear James had stirred in me was still there, but it was no longer the only thing in the room with me.I looked down at the new phone Joe had brought and then back at Xavier. “You move very fast,” I said.“It helps to have the right people around me,” he replied.The answer was simple, but it made me think of how different his world was from James’s. James ruled through fear, noise, and control. Xavier did not need any of that. He only had to give one quiet instruction, and people moved.I lowered my eyes to the cup in my hands and took another sip. It settled warmly in my stomach, and for the first time that day, I felt something close to calm.Xavier leaned back slightly in his seat and watched me in that same quiet way of his. He did not ask whether I was all right because both of us already knew I was not. Inste
~SHARONMy fingers tightened around the phone until they hurt.You can block the others, Sharon, but hunger always brings you home.For a second, I could not breathe. The room seemed to shrink around me, and every ugly memory attached to James’s voice came rushing back. He did not need to stand in front of me to make my body remember fear. He only needed a screen, a few words, and the confidence that I still belonged to him in some broken way.Xavier took one look at my face and knew something had changed.“What is it?” he asked.I did not answer immediately. I simply held the phone out to him because I did not trust my voice. He took it, read the message once, and lifted his eyes back to mine. His expression changed quietly, like a door shutting somewhere deep behind his face.“He’s using other numbers now,” I said at last.“Yes,” Xavier replied.“He keeps finding me,” I whispered. “Even here.”Xavier set the phone aside. “He is finding your number, not you.”“That does not feel very
~SHARONAfter Xavier left the room, I remained standing in the same spot for a long while, still holding the marriage certificate in my hand as though it might disappear if I loosened my grip.The room was quiet, but my mind would not rest. Everything had happened so fast that I still felt as thoug
~SHARON“Where are you?” Xavier’s voice was laced with a concern that made my heart flutter. It was as if he genuinely needed me. I told him my location, and within what felt like a heartbeat, a Rolls Royce purred to a stop in front of me. The window glided down, revealing his face. “Come,” he simp
~SHARONI pushed back a bit, and he grinned like a devil. “Is this how you want to get married? You’ll never be a wife,” he spat, grabbing my arm hard.I looked up at him, stumbling, wondering what he was going to do. He dragged me to my room and threw me to the floor, took out all the keys that co
~SHARONGoosebumps ran all over me. How could I give my body to the person who hurt me? “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, and he punched me right on the head.I fell on the bed, my skull filled with aches. I tried to get my strength back, but he was still trying to force himself on me. Suddenly, I












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