Chapter 60 Amara didn’t hesitate. She took a third step, then a fourth, her pace quickening. She wasn’t running out of fear; she was walking out of pure, cold indifference. She didn’t care if he lived or died anymore, she just wanted her life back. “Amara, stop!” Seb’s voice finally

Chapter 59 Amara carved the names over and over, her fingers bleeding. She knew she was losing time. Her thoughts were becoming sluggish, the medicine Seb was forcing into her system making it hard to focus. “I won’t forget,” she sobbed, her breath hitching as she tucked the rug back

Chapter 58 The tension in the villa was a living thing, thick and suffocating. For Seb, the next thirty days were a countdown to a rebirth; for Amara, they were a descent into a waking nightmare. Amara is in the master suite, a gilded cage with bolted windows. Every time

Chapter 57 The air in the dimly lit study felt thick with the scent of old paper and desperation. Seb sat hunched over his laptop, the blue light reflecting in his pupils like a cold fire. He wasn’t looking for a way to apologize; he was looking for a way

Chapter 56 Back in the Pedro mansion, Amira was pacing the floor. The fun was starting to sour. She had checked the news and saw that some investors were withdrawing all their investments from the Pedro shipping lines. She had tried to play the CEO, but the board of directors

Chapter 55 Amira narrowed her eyes, her voice rising to a shrill, defensive peak. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I am Amara! I thought you were a gentleman, Julian, but I see now you’re just as stupid as Seb, no, worse! At least he never laid a hand

Chapter 54 Amara curled herself into a ball on the bed, her body shaking. It was a strange, sickening pain. Part of her felt a twisted pity seeing the once-proud Seb Creed reduced to a man scavenging fruit off the floor, but the larger part of her felt a cold,

Chapter 53 Amira sat behind the massive desk in the Pedro CEO’s office, staring at the mountain of folders as if they were written in a foreign language. When the head of operations asked for her signature on a multi-million dollar merger, she felt a headache coming on. “Listen,” she

Chapter 52 The place of quiet, Julian promised, was a secluded villa tucked away by a private lake. There were no flashing cameras, no ringing phones, and no shadows of the past. For the first time in a decade, Amara felt the weight of the Pedro Empire lift off her

Chapter 51 The morning sun streamed into the Pedro estate, and for the first time since Amara’s return, the atmosphere felt light. Madam Pedro beamed as she watched Amara handle her morning coffee with a newfound glow. “I haven’t seen you look this at peace in a decade,” Madam Pedro