LILIAN’S POV: Tonight, I wanna feel close to Carter again, to break down the walls between us that seem to be growing higher each day. After adjusting my lingerie, I make my way to Carter's bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of bourbon in hand. His broad shoulders are tense, his gaze distant as he stares at the wall opposite. “Carter,” I say seductively. “I wanna make love with you. It’s been a week since the last time we did it.” “Yes, please. I need a stress reliever,” he replies with equal sultriness. I take the glass from his hand and set it on the nightstand. Then, I begin to undress him. Carter leans into my touch, his eyes closing briefly. But just as I undo the last button of his shirt, his phone rings. Carter's eyes snap open, and he pulls away from me, reaching for his phone with a frown. "Hello?" The previous warmth of his voice is replaced with a cold edge. "What?! Are you sure?!"He stands up and exits the bedroom. My frustration flares that
CARTER’S POV: This is an official declaration of war! I thought I could control them, but they’re proving to be more resilient than I’ve anticipated! My hands tremble slightly as I pick up the divorce papers I just received, the bold signature of Hazel and Marius as her divorce lawyer, glaring back at me. I crumple the papers and hurl them to the trash can. Hazel wants to play dirty? So be it! She couldn't and wouldn’t win. Not over me! I snatch my phone and call Attorney Culpo, the best lawyer I could ever think of. "I want all legal rights to search Marius' penthouse as soon as possible!" I bark, pacing my office. "I want to take my son from Hazel, and I want full custody… no matter what it takes!" -[“Mr. Whitlock, we need to be strategic about this. Barging in—"]- “I don’t care how you do it! Just make it happen!” I interrupt, before dropping the call. I storm out of my office, my bodyguards falling into step behind me. My first official battleground: the Thorne’s residen
MARIUS’ POV: Bang! The shattered pieces of the vase scatter on the tiled floor, almost hitting my feet. “Are you out of your mind?!” dad shouts, his face reddening. “You put everything you worked so hard for at risk just because of a woman?!” I remain nonchalant. I can’t argue ‘cause what I did is unarguably a crime.“Marius only did that to help Lilian,” mom says, casting a glare toward Lilian, who stands distressed in the corner.“Regardless!” dad counters. “He shouldn’t have switched Carter’s wife’s identity with a dead woman’s!”Dad closes the distance between us in a few quick strides, his hand latching onto my jaw, forcing me to meet his glare. I feel the sting of his grip but doesn’t waver.“I want you to back out from that woman’s divorce case,” he demands in a much calmer but still dangerous tone. “Let another lawyer do it for her.”“That’s not gonna happen. I’ll remain Hazel’s lawyer,” I say.Dad’s grip tightens painfully on my jaw. “If you disobey me, I’ll strip you of y
HAZEL’S POV: I clench the handles of the heavy bags full of Sammy and my belongings. As I descend the staircase, I find Marius in the living area, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with an anguish that mirrors my own. Before I can utter a word of farewell or gratitude, he pulls me into a tight embrace. “I want you to stay,” Marius chokes out between sobs. “I really do, but I don’t wanna be selfish. Sammy needs you more than I do.” He pulls back slightly, cupping my face with trembling hands. “I promise, I’ll get you and Sammy back. You just wait.” His vow echoes my very desire. Yet, I shake my head. “It’s alright. I can endure everything as long as I’m with my son. You don’t have to ruin your future for us, but know that I truly appreciate every—” My words are cut off, my bags dropped, as Marius’ lips slam at mine in a sudden, desperate kiss. My mind screams at me to pull away, but my heart urges me to sink into the moment. In the end, I kiss him back, matching his passion. When we
"You're never going to see him again, Carter! I'll get my son back, you hear me?! You'll regret this!" Lilian’s scream fades as the bodyguards drag her away.I don’t know if Lilian can really get her son from someone like Carter, but I envy her ability to stand up to him with such fury and conviction. I wish I can muster even a fraction of that bravery. Sleep is elusive, and in a place like this, I expect that. I don’t feel safe. Carter, if not attempt to force himself on me again, may physically assault me next time. My thoughts are filled with plans to escape with my son, to see Marius and talk to him again. But the Whitlocks’ bodyguards are everywhere, they’ll catch me the moment my foot steps out of the gates. Morning comes, and I force myself out of bed when a knock comes at my door. “Miss Hazel, Mr. Carter is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast,” a maid I've not seen before says.I nod, but deep inside, I’m frustrated that Carter still dares to expect me to prepare his
My disgust surges to the surface, contorting my features into a mask of revulsion. "No, never again." The hope drains from Carter's eyes, leaving a hollow, desperate man. Without another word, I turn on my heel and leave him behind. Thankfully, he doesn’t follow.Carter will grow more desperate, I can sense it, and I need to find a way to escape before his desperation turns even more dangerous than it already is.Later that afternoon, Elmyra invites some of the Whitlock women for afternoon tea, a tradition steeped in formality and thinly veiled contempt. She makes sure to extend the invitation to me as well. When I refuse, her voice becomes cold and threatening."You don’t know what I’ll do if you don't show yourself to the rest of the Whitlocks," She warns. Oh, I know! She’ll tell Carter about it, and Carter will get mad at me for disrespecting his beloved mother."Wear your best clothes. I’ve sent over your old ones,” she adds, before leaving.Fine! I’ll go, but I have no intenti
PROLOGUE:Our three-year marriage is facing many challenges, and growing up as an orphan, who am I to expect anything better? My husband, Carter Whitlock, is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Strong, kind, and fiercely devoted, he’s swept me off my feet from the moment we first met. In his arms, I’ve found solace and belonging. My mother-in-law, Elmyra, always has a disapproving gaze that’s never far from my side. The other members of the Whitlock family, too, seem to regard me with suspicion and disdain, as if I’m an interloper in their midst. I long to earn their acceptance, to prove myself worthy of their family name. Each day, I strive to be the perfect wife for Carter, tending to his needs with care and devotion. Yet no matter how hard I try, it seems as though I can never quite measure up to their expectations.Even so, a sense of determination always stirs within me. I won’t be cowed by their judgment, nor won’t I allow their harsh words to dim the light of my love for Carter.
CHAPTER 2:The man who says he loves me in the morning is now making love with my best friend.Carter's hands roam over Lillian's naked body, his lips trailing feverish kisses along her neck, while Lillian's laughter echoes in the room like a cruel taunt.My throat constricts. I want to curse, to scream, to lash out at them with every ounce of fury burning inside me. But my voice fails me, lost in a desert of despair.Finally, Carter and Lillian notice my presence, their passion abruptly extinguished like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind. My tears fall unchecked now, hot and bitter against my cheeks. Carter scrambles to his feet, hastily pulling on his clothes.“Why are you here?” he asks.Lillian remains on the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, her gaze cold and calculating. She revels in my agony, relishing the destruction she has wrought.“It’s not what you think it is,” Carter says.My heart shatters into a million jagged pieces. I need to get out of here! I c