ABBYO

Everyone thought she was nobody. No powerful family. No impressive career. No famous connections. Just a quiet woman who appeared out of nowhere and somehow became the wife of Darian Vale, the cold, untouchable heir to the most powerful family in the city. Their marriage was supposed to be simple. Darian would give her protection. She would stay out of his business. Neither of them would interfere in the other's life. But three days after the wedding, a priceless artifact is exposed as a forgery-and his supposedly ordinary wife identifies the real one in seconds. The next morning, a sophisticated cyberattack targets his company. Before his security team can respond, someone has already dismantled it from the inside. Then a famous composer hears her casually play a melody and turns deathly pale. That is when Darian begins to suspect his wife is not hiding from him. She is hiding from everyone. People from her past start appearing people who should not know her, people who look terrified when they see her, people who vanish before Darian can question them. Her records are suspiciously clean. Her past contains impossible gaps. Her skills are far beyond anything she has admitted. And powerful people who have never met her are suddenly searching for her. Then Darian finds an old photograph hidden among his father's private files. His father is standing beside a family that supposedly disappeared fifteen years ago. And beside them is a little girl who looks exactly like his wife. The photograph raises one impossible question: Who was she before she became his wife? For the first time, Darian realizes their marriage may never have been an accident. Someone wanted him to marry her. Someone erased her identity. Someone has been protecting her secret for years. And someone is willing to destroy anyone who uncovers it. But the truth is even more dangerous than Darian imagined. His mysterious wife is not helpless. She has been hiding her name. She has been hiding her power. She has been hiding from a world that would kill to possess what she knows. Now the world has found her. Everyone wants her. Some want her fortune. Some want her secrets. Some want her dead. And Darian? He is falling in love with the woman he was never supposed to find.

For five years, Seraphina Vale believed she had everything a woman could ask for-a beautiful marriage, a powerful husband, and a love she thought would last forever. Then, on their fifth wedding anniversary, she walks into a private hotel suite carrying a surprise gift for Lucian Cross and finds him in bed with the woman his family has always wanted him to marry. Vivienne Laurent. What hurts more than the betrayal is Lucian's reaction. He doesn't deny it. He doesn't beg for forgiveness. Instead, he places divorce papers in front of Seraphina and calmly tells her that their marriage has been over for a long time. Heartbroken and humiliated, Seraphina walks away from the man she loved without knowing that her divorce is about to change everything. Hours after leaving Lucian, she is approached by a lawyer hired by her late mother, carrying a secret that has been buried for twenty-five years. Seraphina's mother was never the ordinary woman Seraphina believed her to be. She was Isolde Vale-the last heir of the mysterious Vale Dynasty, a family whose fortune vanished after a devastating betrayal twenty-five years ago. And Seraphina is the sole heir. The divorce has activated a trust deliberately designed to protect her inheritance from anyone who might marry her for money. Suddenly, the woman Lucian discarded has become the owner of an empire his family has spent decades secretly profiting from. But the inheritance comes with a terrifying discovery. The Cross family is connected to the disappearance of the Vale fortune. Worse, evidence suggests that Lucian's father knew exactly who Seraphina was before Lucian ever married her. Was her marriage to Lucian really love? Or was she unknowingly placed at the center of a twenty-five-year-old scheme? As Seraphina begins uncovering the truth, she returns to the world that once dismissed her-not as Lucian Cross's abandoned wife, but as the woman who now holds the power to destroy everything his family built. And Lucian soon realizes the greatest mistake of his life was not losing his wife. It was believing she would remain powerless after he chose another woman. But revenge becomes complicated when Seraphina discovers that Lucian's betrayal was only part of the truth-and that the man who broke her heart may have been manipulated by secrets he never knew existed. Now she must uncover who destroyed her family, why her mother hid her identity, and whether Lucian was ever truly her enemy. Because before Seraphina can decide whether she will forgive the man who betrayed her, she must first discover the truth about the marriage that was never supposed to be love.

On the night she was supposed to become a billionaire's wife, Arabella Laurent discovered the truth about the man waiting for her at the altar and walked away from a fortune worth billions. By sunrise, the most coveted heiress in the country had vanished. She abandoned her name, her family, her inheritance, and the life that had been chosen for her. All she wanted was a quiet life where nobody could tell her who to love or what she was worth. Then she met Damien Devereux. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. He was the last man Arabella should have trusted, but one unforgettable night was enough to make her forget every reason she had learned to run. She disappeared before he could learn her real name. What Damien didn't know was that the mysterious woman who walked out of his life was carrying his child. Months later, he finds her. And the woman he has never been able to forget turns out to be the runaway heiress whose family he has every reason to despise. Now Damien wants answers. Arabella wants freedom. And neither of them is prepared for what happens when desire turns into something neither can escape. Because she ran from one man who wanted to control her future. She never expected to fall in love with another man powerful enough to own the world. This time, running won't save her.

On the day Evelisse Arden discovers she is pregnant, she also discovers her husband has already planned their divorce. For six years, she believed Caelen Varren was simply a cold husband who never loved her enough. Then she finds the divorce papers. And a photograph of a woman who looks exactly like her. Caelen says the woman is dead. Evelisse soon discovers that is only the first lie. Someone has been watching her. Someone knows about her unborn child. And buried beneath her family's past is a secret that Caelen has spent years trying to keep hidden. The more Evelisse investigates, the more terrifying the truth becomes. Her marriage was never as simple as she believed. Her family has been lying to her. And the man she is divorcing may be the only person standing between her and the people who have been waiting for her to remember. But when Evelisse finally discovers why Caelen let her go... She may wish she had never loved him at all.

THEY KILLED HER FAMILY. THEY ERASED HER NAME. BUT THEY FORGOT ONE THING SHE SURVIVED. For eighteen years, Elara Vale has believed she is nothing more than an ordinary servant girl. She has no memories of her childhood. No knowledge of her true parents. And no idea why strange things happen whenever the moon is full. Then one night, everything changes. When Prince Kael Draven the cold and feared heir to the throne finds her, his first commandy is simple: "Kill her." But the moment Elara is wounded, Kael feels her pain as if it were his own. A mysterious silver mark appears on both their bodies, and Elara's forbidden magic begins to awaken. Soon, assassins are hunting her, ancient magic is calling her name, and secrets buried for eighteen years begin to surface. Then Elara discovers a portrait of a dead princess who looks exactly like her. Princess Elara Lunaris. The last heir of the fallen Moon Kingdom. The girl who was supposedly murdered eighteen years ago. But there is one problem... The man she has been taught to hate may be the only person capable of protecting her. And the more Elara discovers about Kael, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Because they aren't merely enemies. They are fated mates. Now Elara must uncover who destroyed her family, why her existence was erased, and why the kingdom is terrified of her awakening power. But the deepest secret is still waiting in the shadows Someone who was there the night her parents died knows that Elara survived. And they will do anything to make sure the forgotten princess never takes her throne.

One stolen keycard. One midnight break-in. One mistake that blows everything up. Clara knows her brother's staring down a ten-million-dollar fraud charge and it's all on her to fix it. So she sneaks into the lion's den: Sebastian Vance's penthouse, smack in the heart of Wall Street. He's brutal. Untouchable. Her only shot is to find the evidence and get out fast. She doesn't even make it ten feet before Sebastian catches her in the act. But he doesn't call the cops. He's got something else in mind a twisted deal she can't refuse. Turns out, his board wants him married off to someone squeaky clean. Clara is basically perfect: no high-profile family, nothing to lose, and apparently she looks just right on his arm. Here's the bargain: Clara pretends to be hopelessly in love with Sebastian, wears his ring, sells their engagement to the world and in exchange, her brother walks free. Slip up, and she's facing federal prison, no questions asked. Now she's trapped in a world dripping with money and dread caught between his ice-cold demands and the heat that's growing between them. Every move feels like walking a tightrope. And as danger closes in from all sides, Clara starts to realize the real threat isn't the criminals closing in... It's the man she's supposed to hate but can't stop wanting.

He's a killer with ice in his veins. She's a tech genius who brings chaos wherever she goes. Their marriage? It started as a complete sham but the danger they're in is suddenly very real. Vespera Vance is a billionaire tech heiress, but when her family tries to marry her off to a ninety year-old tycoon, she does what anyone desperate would: she fakes who she is, disappears in baggy sweaters, and takes the most anonymous job she can find a graveyard-shift nobody. Everything goes smooth until one night, she ends up in the basement and spots the new night security guard calmly taking down two armed attackers, all while munching on a turkey sandwich. Lysander Thorne is no guard. He's the legendary Don of the Thorne Syndicate, lying low in his own company to hunt a traitor. He's used to people freezing in fear. What he isn't used to is Vespera: a whirlwind in crooked glasses who barges into his sting operation, flails a plastic broom, trips over her shoes, and knocks herself out right against his chest. Vespera needs a new, clean legal identity to keep her greedy family from touching her fortune. She makes Lysander (who she believes is a broke rent-a-cop drowning in debt) an offer: marry her for six months, she'll clear what he "owes," and he'll never buy a deli sandwich again. Lysander, oddly entertained and in need of a solid civilian disguise, agrees and signs on. Now Vespera's out here leaving receipts for eighty-dollar honey like a sugar mom in their shoebox apartment. Lysander, meanwhile, is secretly sending his massive, terrifying underboss to deliver luxury espresso machines under the excuse of being a local bookie. But things get ugly. Her family finds her, and this time, they're not sending lawyers they're sending elite mercenaries ready to drag her home by force. The silly game's over, and Lysander drops the act. Vespera is about to learn her bumbling roommate doesn't just keep the night shift safe. He rules the shadows and letting his wild, unpredictable wife go isn't on the table. Not now, not ever.

Terminally ill. Betrayed by her husband. Abandoned by the only family she had. Ariel died with nothing... and no one. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole. Her love. Her identity. Her power. Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her. The brother who abandoned her starts to regret. Too late. Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs. She's the one who makes them kneel.

He married her to control her. To break her. To own her. Seraphina let him believe it. She plays the quiet wife- soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience. But behind every smile... is a plan he was never meant to survive. Because this marriage was never about love. Not even power. It was revenge. And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth- when he realizes who she really is... he won't be fighting to keep her. He'll be begging to escape her.

"I married him to save my mother... but my husband already owned my past." Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He gave me three rules: No emotions. No questions. Stay out of his private wing. I should have listened. Because nothing about this marriage is normal. The staff whisper when I pass. My name makes people freeze. And my husband watches me like I'm a problem he hasn't solved yet. Like he's waiting... For me to remember. I thought I was trapped in a contract. But the truth? I was chosen. And when I finally break his rules, I find a photo that changes everything Me. From years ago. In his possession. "You knew me... before you married me." And the way he looks at me tells me one thing This isn't where my story begins. It's where it comes back to life.

She was taken. He was never supposed to need her. Freya's world shatters the night she is thrust into a life she doesn't understand. A life ruled by power, by silence... and by a man who doesn't believe in mercy. Torren is cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. A man who breaks without trying. But Freya doesn't break. She watches. She learns. She fights in ways he doesn't see coming. And that's when it all changes. What begins as control becomes something darker- obsession, tension, a pull they can't ignore. But the more Freya digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes. Her past isn't missing... It was erased. And the man who has her captive? He knows so much more than he's ever let on. As secrets unravel, and betrayal looms, Freya realizes she was never a pawn in his game- She was the catalyst for its beginning. And when the truth finally breaks her... She will not run. She will rise. Because the most dangerous entity in this world isn't the man who owns it... It's the woman who was born to claim it.

She was betrayed. Forsaken. Branded a scorned wife. Lola Hart's world shattered the day her husband turned his back on her, leaving her to face heartbreak, deceit, and a life she never imagined. But pain became power. Betrayal became strategy. And the woman they thought broken is now a force they can't control. Rising from the ashes, Lola fights to reclaim her empire, protect the people she loves, and destroy the enemies who think they can stand in her way. From the glittering boardrooms to shadowed streets, from secret alliances to explosive betrayals, every move Lola makes is calculated-and every heartbeat brings her closer to the love she never dared to hope for. Adrian, her protector, her ally, and the man who refuses to let her fall, stands by her side. But in a world of wealth, power, and vengeance, can love survive when danger lurks in every corner? Secrets. Lies. Revenge. Passion. This is her story. This is the rise of the wife he regretted losing.

For three years, Avery Woods lived a lie. Trapped in a high-stakes psychological "simulation" designed by her own father, she was forced to endure the life of a discarded trophy wife, scrubbing floors and suffering in silence to temper her mind into a weapon. When the simulation shattered, Avery emerged as the Sovereign-the most experienced CEO in human history, having lived twenty years of strategic warfare in a matter of months. She tore down her father's global conglomerate, erased the world's digital memories, and sought a quiet life in the shadows. But you cannot delete a god. Now, a year after the "Great Erasure," the world has gone dark, but the connection remains. Four hundred million people are syncing up through a biological "Chorus," using their own neural pathways to rebuild a decentralized, inescapable Hive Mind. At its center is Mila, a child who is more code than flesh, and the only anchor strong enough to stabilize a new reality. From the high-tech bunkers of Moscow to the hallucination-filled "Dead Zone" of the Sahara, Avery and her protector-assassin, Julian Vane, must race to stop the Chorus before it rewrites the physical world. The satellites are dead. The servers are gone. But the Silence is screaming.

Cara Lewis sat quietly as her boyfriend of three years pushed a plate of dessert across the table, wearing a rehearsed mask of sorrow. He claimed he had to break up with her for her own good, blaming his lack of connections on Wall Street and insisting he couldn't give her the life she deserved. He acted like a martyr making a tragic sacrifice, waiting for her desperate tears and trembling denial. Instead, Cara calmly pulled out a stack of glossy photos and an elegant engagement invitation. She exposed his secret affair with the wealthy Hailie Lewis, completely dismantling his hypocritical social climb. Leaving the cheating narcissist pale and humiliated, Cara paid the bill and walked out, thinking the trash had finally been taken out. But her newly single evening took a chaotic turn when a teenage gaming partner called in a panic. He begged her to crash his elite prep school and pose as his aunt to save him from expulsion. Cara agreed, flawlessly playing the role of the secret new wife to his uncle, a notoriously ruthless Wall Street titan. She was thoroughly dominating the snobby school board when the office doors suddenly swung open. The real billionaire uncle, Beck Greer, walked into the room. Cara's heart dropped into her stomach as his glacial eyes locked onto her, knowing her social existence in New York was about to end. Caught in a terrifying, inescapable lie, Cara made an insane calculation. She stepped forward, firmly hooked her arm through the billionaire's, and smiled sweetly. "Honey, what took you so long? Julian and I were being bullied." She waited for the executioner's axe to fall, but the untouchable tycoon simply covered her hand with his and played along.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model. Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support. To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink. The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke. Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize. She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself. His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe. But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance? And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury? "Just let go and skate." He whispered, slowly releasing my hand. I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel. As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...

Olivia grew up in a small Florida town, happy despite dreaming of something bigger-until a car accident took her entire family and left her alone. She was forced by her cold, strict grandmother into a life working at a convenience store, but her uncle stepped in. She left with him for New York City. Olivia began rebuilding her life alongside her loving uncles. Then one day, she met Alex-her uncle's boss. Strong, sexy, controlling, obsessive. A perfectionist who discarded anyone he deemed incompetent, a womanizer who never tied himself down. Until Olivia. She was younger than his usual type, but the moment he saw her, he was captivated. Olivia was drawn to him too-but she avoided him at every turn, refusing to give in so easily. Alex pursued her with every trick he had. What he never expected was that, in the battle to win her, his own heart would surrender first.

For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker. She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship. But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress. Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources. He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum. That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery. When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing. Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash. She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her. She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed. Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team. "Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly." She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn.

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.