I never imagined one evening could cause my world to flip around. But when you're desperate, you gamble. To flee a loveless, stifling marriage, you turn to the embraces of a stranger. She did. One evening Not even strings. But luck? It intended different things. I was forced to present the ideal wife in public when my controlling husband insisted on a high-profile marriage contract with the largest competitor of his firm to ensure his legacy. Inside the closed walls, my heart fought a battle. And that stranger from my one-night escape burst back into my life precisely when I felt my emotions locked away. Tall with penetrating eyes that see through every faƧade and a nasty smile that reminds me of every naughty detail of that forbidden night, he is the rival my husband most worries about. These days, we are caught in a complex web of regrets, resentment, and a passion too strong to ignore. Not sure how to inform my hubby. But how can I prevent him from knowing when every secret I try to bury finds its way back?
Chapter 1 Whispers of Desire and Regret
Ava's POV
Ask me what you want for. His voice was a harsh whisper on my neck, lips caressing the delicate flesh there. His hands seemed to have every right, as though I had voluntarily handed him the keys to my soul. They wandered my body with great accuracy. But my body compiled just mechanically; my head was a thousand miles away.
I gulped, struggling to identify words that would calm the tempest blazing between us. "Nathaniel, I...?"
His lips caught mine before I could arrange the ideas. Like every minute spent with him since that evening, the kiss was strong and demanding. At once a promise and a menace. I attempted to match, pushing my body to respond. for feeling something. Still, deep down I felt empty. Adversary.
I drew away slightly, panting for breath. "Wait.," said
His blue eyes clouded as he looked at me for a response I wasn't ready to provide. "What is it?," asked Still gruff, his voice now held an air of concern. He cupped my cheek, his touch strangely gentle in spite of our passion. "Did I injure you?"
Not Yes. Not physically. I shook my head, but the movement was hardly undetectable. " I... I need a moment." My remarks seemed weak and nearly false. Since the fact was this was all incorrect. My heart hammered, but not for the intended use.
"Is it him?" Nathaniel's mouth closed and his hand dropped away. "Are you considering him??"
Stiffed by the thought of my spouse, Charles Even here, where he shouldn't have authority, he constantly found a way to intrude on my ideas. "Don't," I muttered, the word brittle breaking under the weight of unspoken things.
"No, Ava," said. Nathaniel's eyes glowed with irritation. He backed off, hands sliding over his black hair. You are not free to do this. Not following every rule.
not following everything. The phrases felt to me like a sour refrain. How could I possibly articulate the jumble of shame, want, and remorse stifling me? I murmured, hardly able to meet his eye: "I didn't ask for this."
He laughed-a harsh, devoid of humor sound that caused my chest pain. "Wasn't you?" His breath hot against my ear, he closed the space between us quickly. You came to me by choice. You choose to continue.
I fired back, a spark of wrath flickering to life: "I had no choice." I sensed his strain and his need for my entire choice of him. But the weight of my choices smushed every real sensation I may have had.
"You always have a decision, Ava." His comments were harsh, slicing across the room. "You decided to let him run your life, to continue playing the ideal little wife while surreptitiously prowling with me. One cannot, however, spend all their life in two worlds.
Between us, the air seemed menacing and charged. "I have no idea what you want from me!" Tears welling up in spite of my efforts to hold them back, I yelled.
Nathaniel's hand flew into the wall close to my head. "You should feel something!" he cried. Emotion drove his chest to heaving. "Anything but this goddamn indifference." You believe you can just cut off what we have?
I tried to stifle the shudder his proximity caused by clenching my teeth. "I'm not indifferent," I said, the words shaking.
"Proof it." He leaned closer, his lips lingering just a few milliliters apart. I could feel his ragged, heated breath. Unspoken but unquestionably, the challenge hovered in the air. My body moved half-way in response on impulse.
This time the kiss was raw, frantic, passionate and painful. I wanted to sink into it and silence every idea. Still, the emptiness persisted like a shadow I could not flee. He sensed it and withdrew just enough to fix her gaze.
"Why?," His voice broke as he insisted. "Why are you here if you cannot even be with me totally?"
The reply stayed in my throat. Finally, the admission blasting through me, I whispered, "Because I'm trapped." "Because he will wreck everything if I go."
And you believe that to be sufficient? Now Nathaniel spoke in a softer, almost begging tone. "To keep you shackled to a man not loving you?"
"It's not that easy." I turned aside, my shoulders trembling. Not one thing about this is straightforward.
Nathaniel's quiet extended, weighty and stifling. His comments came out as hopeless as he spoke once more. "You are correct. Not is it. He retreated; the space between us now seemed to be a gulf. But one day you will have to decide. And I cannot continue to be the man waiting for your choice.
I felt panic flash inside me. "Nathaniel, avoid this."
He was already on his way, though, collecting his coat and headed toward the door. "I'm done playing second to a man like Charles," he added, his voice lacking the early passion. You know where I am when you're ready to break free.
The door clicked closed behind him, leaving me alone bearing the weight of my decisions. Gasping for air, I dropped to the ground and started to cry. This was not the intended state of affairs.
My phone hummed on the coffee table just then. With shaky hands, I cleaned my tears and grabbed for it. You thought I wouldn't find out? The screen flashed one text from an unidentified number.
Ava, we are not yet finished. Not quite by chance.
A cold crawled over my back. Past had claws, and I was approaching it.
The door snapped closed behind Nathaniel, the finality resounding in my ears like the conclusion of something I knew I cannot rescue. With my legs giving way under the weight of remorse and sorrow, I dropped to the floor. Every breath seemed like effort.
What had I done? My activity was what?
Trying to silence the symphony of feelings, I pulled my hands through my hair. Then the phone buzzed on the coffee table, shattering the quiet. I hesitated, fear crawling at the rear of my neck. When I did at last grab it, the screen flashed with a single, terrifying message from an unidentified number: You thought I wouldn't find out?
Ava, we are not yet finished. Not quite by chance.
My heart came to a standstill. Though their meaning was obvious, the words were confusing. Past had claws, and they were closing around me.
The room felt colder at once, shadows swirling at the margins of my view. Was Charles here? Was he relishing my worry right now, observing me?
There was a quick tap on the door and I leaped. My pulse surged and terror started. For a single second, I hoped-hoped-it was Nathaniel, coming back to prove me incorrect, to fight for me. I staggered to my feet and groped for the door with shaky fingers.
When I opened it, I gasped. Nathaniel stood there, eyes dark and stormy, mouth set in that hard line I had come to know too much. He seemed unconcerned even though rain fell from his hair and wet his collar. He shoved inside and closed the door behind him. "AVa."
"Nathaniel-"-
"Don't" He gripped my face, his touch raw and frantic. "I found it impossible to leave." His voice broke, the unadulterated passion slicing over me. " Not like this. Not when I can still feel you vanishing.
His lips crushed mine before I could talk. This time there was no doubt or restriction. Just needed. Fire: Every uncertainty, every last reluctance, burnt away in the fury raging between us. For a minute, it was just us-no falsehoods, no shadows-and I hung to him like a lifeline. Simply the sensation of his pulse against mine.
Our foreheads pushed together as we broke apart, he said, "I'm not giving up on you, Ava. I cannot. His breath combined with mine, hot and weighty. "Anyway this is-whatever it takes-I'm with you."
Tears flooded once more, but for different purposes. "It's dangerous," I replied, my voice just a breath. "For each other as well."
"I would much sooner be in danger with you than safe without you." His thumb pointed at my jawline, his eyes flashing with will. But you have to believe me.
I nodded, the weight of everything once again downing. "I-";
Still another tap on the door: more forceful this time. I looked at Nathaniel and he did too. The tension zipped between us, electrifying. As we both fixed on the door, he moved in front of me sheltering me with his body.
From the other side, "Ava," a voice said. Cold, deliberate, and very definitely recognizable. My blood is chilly.
Charles was there.
Nathaniel's eyes locked with mine, and for the shortest of times I saw terror reflected in them. But it then became resolved with hardness. "Stay behind me," he whispered softly.
The door handle swirled slowly.
I hardly had time to inhale before everything went crazy.
Chapter 1 Whispers of Desire and Regret
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Chapter 2 Beneath the Surface
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Chapter 3 A Web of Lies
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Chapter 4 The Devil's Bargain
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Chapter 5 Beneath the Edge of Darkness
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Chapter 6 Lines We Can't Cross
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Chapter 7 The Edge of Deception
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Chapter 8 The Price of Betrayal
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Chapter 9 Flames of the Past
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Chapter 10 Breaking Point
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Chapter 11 Vows of Sins
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Chapter 12 Shattered Promises
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Chapter 13 The Edge of Sacrifice
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Chapter 14 The Point of No Return
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