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To the world, Theo Lancaster is the perfect billionaire-devastatingly handsome, irresistibly charming, and untouchable in his success. But behind the dazzling smile lies a man haunted by a past he can't escape. When his carefully guarded world begins to unravel, he reluctantly hires Nora Bennett, a sharp-tongued therapist with no patience for his walls of pretense. Nora has seen her share of broken souls, but Theo is unlike any client she's ever had. He's infuriating, magnetic, and completely off-limits. Hired under the guise of a "wellness consultant," Nora's job is to help him face his demons. But as their forced proximity sparks a connection neither can deny, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Just as Theo starts to believe in a future with Nora, his manipulative ex-fiancée, Victoria Langley, returns with a vengeance, determined to shatter everything he's built-including his newfound hope for love. When secrets from Theo's past collide with Victoria's ruthless schemes, Nora must decide whether to stay and fight for him or walk away before she loses herself in the process
Chapter 1 1
The faint hum of the ocean filled the air as Nora Bennett stood at the edge of the Lancaster estate. Her eyes scanned the massive iron gates before her, their sharp edges glinting in the California sun, an unspoken warning to anyone who dared venture too close. The mansion beyond was even more imposing-a sleek, modern fortress perched precariously on the cliffs of Malibu, its glass walls reflecting the endless stretch of blue sky.
This was Theo Lancaster's sanctuary. And his prison.
Nora inhaled sharply, tightening her grip on her leather satchel. She could do this. She had to do this. It wasn't every day that someone like her-an independent therapist running a modest practice in downtown LA-got a call to work with a billionaire. Not just any billionaire, but the Theo Lancaster. The man who'd turned a small tech startup into an empire worth billions. The man who graced magazine covers with a smirk that could melt glaciers. And, according to the barely coherent assistant who'd contacted her, a man teetering on the edge of collapse.
The gates creaked open slowly, startling her. A security guard waved her in without so much as a glance, and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped onto the perfectly paved driveway.
It wasn't the grandeur that unnerved her-she'd dealt with wealthy clients before. It was the eerie stillness, the lack of life in a place that should have been bustling.
She made her way to the front door, an imposing slab of polished wood that stood at least ten feet tall. Before she could knock, the door swung open.
"You're late."
The voice was deep, clipped, and unmistakably annoyed.
Nora's gaze lifted, meeting the stormy blue eyes of Theo Lancaster himself. He stood in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence as commanding as the mansion behind him. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, as though he'd run a hand through it one too many times, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms, but the slight wrinkles in the fabric suggested he'd been wearing it for hours.
Nora blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He was even more striking in person, but the sharp edge to his expression made it clear he wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.
"Traffic," she replied evenly, recovering quickly. "I assume you've heard of it?"
Theo's brows lifted, clearly unaccustomed to being spoken to like that. "And I assume you've heard of punctuality."
"Touché." Nora adjusted her satchel and stepped past him into the foyer, forcing him to move aside. The air inside was cool, almost cold, and the silence was deafening.
Theo closed the door and turned to face her. "Let's get one thing straight, Miss Bennett-"
"Dr. Bennett," she corrected, meeting his glare with one of her own.
His lips twitched, but it wasn't a smile. "Dr. Bennett. I don't need a therapist. I don't need help. And I definitely don't need someone like you telling me how to live my life."
Nora arched a brow. "Then why am I here?"
Theo's jaw tightened. "Because my board thinks I'm 'stressed.'" He said the word like it was a curse. "They're worried it'll affect my work. So, congratulations, you're here to check a box. Do whatever it is you do, and then leave."
"Right." Nora dropped her bag onto a nearby chair and folded her arms. "Because therapy is all about ticking boxes. Maybe I'll start by asking how it feels to be so...hostile."
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might kick her out. Instead, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm not hostile," he said coolly. "I just don't like wasting time."
"Funny," she said, "because I'm starting to feel the same way."
A tense silence settled between them, broken only by the faint sound of waves crashing against the cliffs outside.
Theo's gaze lingered on her, assessing, as though trying to figure out what kind of person would dare talk to him this way.
Finally, he pushed off the wall and gestured toward the living room. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Nora followed him into the sprawling space, her eyes briefly skimming over the minimalist decor-sleek furniture, muted tones, and an enormous glass wall that offered an uninterrupted view of the ocean.
Theo dropped onto a leather armchair, motioning for her to sit across from him. She remained standing.
"First session," she began, her tone calm but firm. "I like to set expectations."
He smirked. "Oh, this should be good."
"You don't have to like me," she continued, ignoring his remark. "You don't even have to trust me-at least not yet. But if you want this to work, you have to be honest. With me and with yourself."
Theo leaned back, spreading his arms across the chair's armrests. "And if I'm not?"
"Then this is a waste of time," she said bluntly. "For both of us."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of something else in his expression-curiosity, maybe.
"You're different," he said after a moment.
"Different how?"
"Most people either try to please me or fear me. You don't seem to care about either."
Nora allowed herself a small smile. "I'm not most people."
Theo tilted his head, studying her. "We'll see."
Their eyes locked, the tension between them crackling like static electricity. It wasn't hostile anymore, but it wasn't comfortable either. It was something...unspoken.
"Fine," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I'll give this a shot. But don't expect me to spill my deepest, darkest secrets in one session."
"Don't worry," Nora replied, taking a seat. "I've got time. The question is, do you?"
Theo didn't answer. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes said enough.
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Chapter 1 1
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Chapter 2 2
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Chapter 3 3
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Chapter 4 4
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Chapter 5 5
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Chapter 6 6
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Chapter 7 7
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Chapter 8 8
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Chapter 9 9
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Chapter 10 10
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Chapter 11 11
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Chapter 12 12
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Chapter 13 13
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Chapter 14 14
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Chapter 15 15
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Chapter 16 16
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