I was supposed to quit my job, disappear with my secret, and never let aloof tech billionaire Cristian Moriarty know I was carrying his baby after one reckless night. Instead, a corporate scandal traps us alone for eight weeks in his remote mountain estate, miles from anyone else. Every shared meal, every accidental touch of his pale fingers on my skin, every late-night conversation is cracking my walls, and the baby is growing every day. How long can I hide the truth before his growing obsession makes him notice everything and decide whether to destroy me or claim us both forever?
Chapters
I hit send on the resignation email at 7:03 a.m. The cursor blinked on my phone screen like it had opinions. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I set the device on the laminate counter of my studio apa...
Read more →The kitchen smelled like slightly charred chocolate at sixthirty the next morning. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed over my ratty sweatshirt, staring at the evidence I'd failed to destroy. Three m...
Read more →The great room smelled like pine logs and the faint ghost of last night's scotch. I stayed buried under the weighted blanket long after Cristian's footsteps retreated upstairs, my pulse doing that stu...
Read more →The estate creaked under another layer of fresh snow, the kind of sound that made you wonder if the whole mountain had joined the conspiracy against sleep. I lay in the oversized bed staring at the ce...
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