One unforgettable night with a stranger leaves heiress Elara Kingston in ruin disowned, disgraced, and exiled with a secret she never intended to keep. Three years later, she returns, ready for revenge against those who betrayed her. But her carefully laid plans unravel the moment she locks eyes with Ronan Blackwood, the powerful CEO who was her mystery man...and the father of her child. As Elara tries to shield her secret while seeking her revenge, Ronan's intense, possessive pull is impossible to ignore. Drawn back into his world, she's caught between old betrayals, new passions, and a shocking truth that changes everything. When Ronan uncovers her secret, he'll do anything to claim what's his, including her heart. . Can Elara escape her past or is she destined to fall for the one man who could destroy her carefully built life all over again?
The glittering lights of the city blinked below as Elara Kingston stood on the rooftop terrace, clutching her champagne glass a little too tightly. Her engagement party was in full swing, guests mingling inside under crystal chandeliers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. But out here, with the cool night breeze brushing against her bare shoulders, she felt utterly alone. She drew in a slow breath, willing herself to smile, to hold onto the poised expression she had mastered over the years.
"Elara," came a familiar voice behind her, smooth and easy, like honey over gravel.
She turned to see her best friend, Mara, gliding toward her in a shimmering gold gown. They had been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets, dreams, and late-night talks. Mara, with her dark hair and sharp features, had always been the fiery one, while Elara was the composed one. Tonight, Mara's eyes glittered as she reached out and squeezed Elara's hand.
"Why are you hiding out here?" Mara asked, tilting her head with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Elara hesitated, forcing a laugh. "Just... taking a moment. It's a lot, you know?"
"A lot?" Mara echoed, arching an eyebrow. "You're engaged to Lucas Thorne. Every woman in that room would kill to be in your shoes right now."
Elara smiled, but the tension in her shoulders remained. "I know. It's just..." She trailed off, searching for words she couldn't quite find. For a moment, a shadow of something-doubt, perhaps-flickered in her gaze, but she pushed it away. Lucas was perfect, wasn't he? Ambitious, handsome, attentive. Everyone told her how lucky she was. She should feel lucky.
Mara's eyes sharpened, catching that moment of hesitation. "Is something wrong, Elara?"
"No, no," Elara said quickly. "I think I'm just... nervous. It's a big change."
Mara's hand tightened on her arm, her voice a low whisper. "Don't overthink it. Sometimes, we need to take what we can get in this world. And Lucas is... well, let's just say you'd be foolish to hesitate."
Elara felt a shiver run down her spine, but she brushed it off. Mara was right. She was probably just feeling the weight of the commitment. She forced a smile. "You're right. I just need to relax."
Mara's smile widened, her gaze lingering just a second too long before she released Elara's arm. "Exactly. Now, come back inside. Lucas has been looking for you."
As they walked back into the room, Elara caught sight of Lucas across the crowd. He was laughing with a group of guests, his blond hair catching the light, his blue eyes bright and warm as he scanned the room. When he saw her, his smile deepened, and he lifted his glass in her direction.
"Elara, there you are!" he called, making his way over. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Thought I lost you there for a moment."
"Just needed some air," she murmured, leaning into him, though her mind felt miles away.
Lucas kissed her temple, and for a moment, Elara closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of his embrace. But something-some small voice in the back of her mind-kept tugging at her. She brushed it aside, telling herself she was just overwhelmed.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, well-wishes, and sparkling champagne. Elara felt like a doll in a glass case, everyone's eyes on her, waiting for her to perform. She laughed at jokes she didn't find funny, nodded at conversations that floated past her, all while Mara and Lucas circled her like shadows.
At one point, Mara slipped away with a smile, disappearing into the crowd. Elara barely noticed, until later that night when Lucas whispered, "I'll be right back, darling." He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, then vanished into the crowd as well.
Elara stood there, feeling a pang of unease as she watched him go. Something felt off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the champagne-or the weight of the evening itself. Deciding she needed a break from the endless small talk, she slipped out the side door and down the quiet hallway.
As she passed one of the rooms, she heard voices-a low murmur, followed by a soft laugh. Her steps slowed, and she paused by the door, her hand hovering over the handle. She shouldn't eavesdrop. It wasn't her business. But something about the tone, the familiarity in those voices, made her heart clench.
Against her better judgment, she inched the door open, peering inside. Her heart stopped.
There, in the dimly lit room, stood Lucas and Mara, close enough to touch. Too close. His hand rested on Mara's waist, their heads bent together as they whispered, and then... Mara leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
Elara felt the world tilt. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening on the doorknob as she watched, frozen, while everything she thought she knew shattered in an instant.
She stumbled back, her mind reeling, trying to make sense of what she'd just seen. But the truth was undeniable, sinking into her like a knife.
Lucas and Mara. Her fiancé. Her best friend.
She didn't know how long she stood there, numb and hollow, before her legs finally moved. Without a second thought, she turned and fled down the hallway, pushing open the doors and stepping out into the cool night air. The streets stretched before her, empty and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos in her chest.
She didn't know where she was going. She just needed to get away, to escape the betrayal that now clung to her skin like poison. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she wandered through the city, her mind a whirlwind of anger, heartbreak, and disbelief.
Somewhere along the way, she found herself in front of a high-end nightclub, the kind of place she rarely visited. But tonight, she didn't care. She wanted to forget, to drown out the image of Lucas and Mara with anything else.
Inside, the music was loud, the lights dim. She slid onto a barstool, barely noticing the people around her as she ordered a drink. Her fingers trembled as she took a sip, the burn of the alcohol grounding her, if only slightly.
"Rough night?" a deep voice asked from beside her.
She turned, finding herself face-to-face with a man who exuded an effortless confidence. Dark hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that was equal parts charm and mystery. He looked at her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"You could say that," she replied, surprised at the steadiness in her own voice.
"Care to talk about it?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.
She shook her head. "Not really."
"Then let's not talk." His smile widened, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. He held out his hand. "Dance with me?"
Without thinking, she took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor. The music pulsed around them, drowning out everything else as he pulled her close. His hands rested on her waist, his touch firm and reassuring, grounding her in a way she hadn't expected.
For a few precious moments, she forgot. She forgot about Lucas, about Mara, about the betrayal waiting for her back at the engagement party. She let herself get lost in the stranger's gaze, in the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room.
One song blended into another, and soon they were moving in sync, their bodies swaying together in a rhythm that felt both natural and electric. His hand moved up to her cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze dark and searching.
"Elara," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.
She blinked, startled. "How do you know my name?"
He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You're unforgettable."
Heat flooded her cheeks, but she couldn't look away. Something about him felt... familiar, yet she couldn't place it. And right now, she didn't care. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, soft and hesitant at first, before deepening as the desperation, the hurt, and the need to feel something-anything-overcame her.
They barely made it to the hotel room before their hands found each other, their movements urgent and hungry. For one night, she let herself forget everything, losing herself in the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the comfort of his embrace.
It was only the next morning, when she woke alone in an unfamiliar bed, that reality crashed back in. Her head pounded, memories of the previous night a hazy blur. But as she sat up, her heart racing, she found herself staring at a note left on the bedside table.
It read, simply: Until we meet again.
She clutched the note, feeling an ache in her chest she didn't understand.
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