LOGINHe was robbed of everything—his name, his home, his future. Now he wants it all back. When Timothy’s father died, the family empire should have been his. Instead, Madison Wellman, the mistress in the shadows, emerged with forged papers, ruthless ambition, and the muscle to throw Timothy and his mother into the streets. Penniless and broken, he watched grief consume his mother until he lost her too. That day, Timothy vowed he would return. That day, he vowed Madison would pay. Fifteen years later, Timothy is no longer the boy who was cast out—he is a man of power, wealth, and deadly charm. And his revenge begins with Madison’s most vulnerable weakness— her son, Ethan. Handsome, closeted, and trapped by his mother’s control, Ethan is everything Timothy needs to destroy her from the inside. But Ethan is also something Timothy never expected, someone who awakens feelings he thought long buried. Now Timothy stands at the brink of victory with Madison’s kingdom crumbling, her deceit unraveling, and retribution stands within his grasp. But to take it, he may be compelled to sacrifice the one thing his own heart craves most Will he choose revenge… or succumb to the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy them both.
View MoreThe week had dissolved into a frantic, high-stakes blur. Between the shadowed meetings at Christoff Private, the whispered calls with Harrison, and the silent, agonising weight of Ethan’s unanswered texts, time had become a distorted currency. Now, the weekend had finally arrived, and the Friday nightlife at Nashville’s Central Field Riverside was vibrating with a splendour that bordered on the surreal.Outside, the Cumberland River reflected the shimmering neon of a city that never felt more alive. It was the debut of the latest Beauty by Dorian collection, and the elite had descended in droves. Exotic cars lined the curbs like polished beetles, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive oud and the electric hum of anticipation. Paparazzi bulbs shattered the darkness in rhythmic bursts, capturing the glitter of diamonds and the sharp lines of tailored silk as guests took their seats. They stared at the glowing runway—a river of white light—waiting eagerly. There was no doubt,
The air in the VIP wing of Christoff Private didn’t smell like a hospital. There was no sharp scent of antiseptic or the heavy, metallic tang of blood. Instead, it smelled of lilies and expensive vanilla candles—a manufactured comfort designed for the elite who refused to acknowledge their own mortality. This wasn't just a ward; it was a sanctuary of medical luxury, a home away from home where the wealthy could suffer in silence behind velvet curtains.Timothy moved through the corridor with a heavy tread, his mind a storm of unanswered texts and corporate wreckage. When he pushed open the door to Olivia’s room, the sight of her brought a momentary pause to his racing thoughts. She was sitting up, propped against ivory silk pillows. The expensive, specialised medications were finally doing their job, bringing a faint, healthy flush back to her cheeks, yet the threat to her life still loomed like a shadow in the corner of the room.Tim walked to the bed, leaning down to press a soft ki
Tim watched the screen of his phone go dark, the rejection of the call echoing the hollow silence of his office. He tapped a restless, frantic rhythm against the mahogany desk.This was bad. Things were spiralling out of control faster than he could comprehend. The carefully constructed layers of his life were peeling back, exposing the raw nerves of a past he had spent twenty years burying.His mind flashed back to the previous night—to the suffocating tension in the hospital corridor. He could still see the look on Chloe’s face, that sharp, inquisitive tilt of her head when the name Timothy had hung in the air like a smoking gun."Is it you?" she had asked, her voice small but piercing.Tim had been taken aback, his heart hammering against his ribs. Paul, that dimwit, he thought bitterly. Paul’s pettiness had nearly cost them the entire game. Tim had forced his muscles to relax, stepping toward Chloe while sharpening his voice into a tone of gentle, wounded surprise."Chloe?" he had
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wellman Corporate Tower, but for Ethan, the light felt abrasive, exposing the dark circles beneath his eyes that no amount of expensive grooming could hide. It was 10:15 AM. The coffee on his desk had gone cold, untouched, as he stared at a laptop screen filled with architectural blueprints."Yes, come in," Ethan murmured, not looking up.The heavy oak door creaked open. Carl, Ethan’s long-time assistant, stepped in with a measured, hushed tread. He held a thick brown leather file against his chest like a shield."Mr Wellman, here are the documents for your review," Carl said, placing the file on the edge of the mahogany desk.Ethan finally pulled his gaze from the screen, his neck stiff. He glanced at the file. "Thank you, Carl. Are these from my mother?""Yes, sir. From Ms Madison. She requested that you sign them before leaving the office today. She mentioned they were time-sensitive."Ethan nodded, the weight of
The lights dimmed. A hush spread through the great hall before the stage burst out into chaos of noise and colour."Ladies and gentlemen," the MC's voice crashed out, smooth as silk and playfully lilted with an infinitely faint accent so that each syllable sounded like a note in a song. He was a le
~Fifteen years later~“Why is this place so jam-locked?” Ethan Wellman muttered through clenched teeth, his voice carrying the edge of restrained frustration. Tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair that glistened under the streetlights, he looked every bit the man who turned heads without mean
The Hemsworth estate had become a hive of mourners. The long driveway, usually reserved for polished black cars and private guests, now crawled with people, organisations, and firms, all eager to pay their last respects. Alexander Hemsworth had not been just a man—he had been a symbol, a pillar of
The party was long over. The chandeliers no longer sparkled, the laughter had faded into silence, and the Hemsworth mansion lay draped in a heavy quiet. But in the master bedroom, the storm that had been restrained all evening finally broke.Elena stood in the centre of the room, her chest heaving,






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