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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)

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You can’t marry him if you’re already married to me.

That was how Silas Cruz proposed to me—more like demanded, really. He didn’t exactly give me a choice.

He’s dark, jealous and incredibly possessive.

And he’s just one of the villains in my story.

I used to think he was my hero.

Still, there’s one thing I know for sure. Whenever I need him, whenever I’m in danger, he comes for me. He’s proven that time and time again.

Now, the game has changed, the stakes life and death.

But loving Silas may be the most dangerous thing for me. Because he’s the man who holds my heart in the palm of his hand.

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OPHELIA

Pain.

It’s the only word I know, the only conscious thought.

I hear sounds around me, and a voice I recognize. I’m not sure he’s talking to me, though. I’m not sure anyone is talking to me. The woman, maybe? Hers is the voice that soothes, that doesn’t terrify me.

“Why isn’t she waking up?”

It’s Silas. He’s angry. Furious.

The woman says something in Spanish. Between basic Spanish at school and time spent with Esmerelda when both Dad and Tonia were away, I can understand a little bit, but not this. It’s too fast.

My mind wanders to Esmerelda. She’s gone now.

A man’s face hovers over me. It’s blurry, like I’m looking through dirty glass, a lake frozen over. I reach up, but my fingertips only brush ice. I’m trapped beneath that ice.

“Give her some space,” a man whose voice I don’t recognize says. It sounds gentle, though. Then I hear Silas again, but he sounds farther away.

“Look at this,” the woman says, cool fingers at my throat.

“What is it?” Silas asks.

“A needle, perhaps. Whoever injected it was careless.”

“She’s safe here. Come with me, Silas.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“We need to get supplies.”

“I will take good care of her. Please,” the woman says in a coaxing tone.

I hear Silas groan before I fade away. My mind is a collage of blurred images and words all meshing together until I can’t tell what is past, what is present. What is real and what is a dream.

A nightmare.

I’m in that car with Ethan and the stranger. What was his name? Chandler. Chandler Carlisle-Bent.

Who was he? I wrack my brain, my memory foggy.

My uncle. He’s my uncle.

I have an uncle and a grandfather. They’re both living. Searching for me. Ethan said…

Ethan.

Pain.

The woman’s soothing voice is there again, blanketing me. “Shh. It’s just a dream. You’re safe.”

What had he said? What did he tell me?

Daughter of Oil Tycoon Kidnapped.

I don’t understand the words.

He’s here again, the face hovering over me, those turquoise eyes. I try to breathe, but my chest heaves with so much emotion that it feels like I’m swallowing water, choking on it.

Silas.

Silas making love to me.

Silas holding me.

Silas kissing me before he betrays me.

Fire and ash and Silas’s betrayal.

“Shh. You’re safe.”

I need to move, to wake up, but my arms and legs won’t work. When I open my eyes, I see faces like shadows. Like looking through dirty glass again. Strangers. A woman. A man. And then Silas.

His eyes are so much like Sly’s. Like ice.

I’m freezing. It is so cold, and I’m freezing. It’s Ethan’s needle. It’s what he gave me that has me trapped.

“She should have woken up by now,” I hear Silas say. “She hit her head… The accident… She hit her head too hard. Is that⁠—”

The woman speaks in a lowered voice. I pick up one word. Drugged.

Drugged.

Yes.

Ethan injected me with something when I tried to get out of the car. He’d been giving me something for days. He said it was to help me sleep. He said it was for the pain, but it wasn’t that.

Ethan betrayed me too.

Silas and Ethan and Sly, and even my own father.

Is there no one I can trust?

“Give her something then!” Silas demands, and I feel a tiny prick in my arm.

I drift away, into my childhood home, my bedroom, the small bay window I love. It’s quiet as I sit alone in the warm light and read, but a commotion outside has me turn as a dark cloud obscures the sun. I look out through my binoculars into the garden of the house next door and watch two boys and a girl. I’m the girl. I’m twelve, and Ethan is fourteen, and Silas? He’s already a man. Silas looks up at me in the window. His hair flops into his eyes and we watch each other for a long, long time. What had he said to me that day?

Some things are better left unknown.

He was right.

Warm tears run down my cheeks. Someone wipes them away.

“Shh, sweet girl. Sleep. It’s all right.”

But it’s not all right. Nothing is all right, nor will it ever be all right again. My house is gone. My father is in prison—my father, who has been lying to me all my life. Ethan—well, Ethan and Mr. and Mrs. Fox—I never knew any of them. When I see them now, when their faces swim in my vision, their expressions are dark, their teeth sharp, their eyes as red as the rubies in that ring Sly likes to wear on his little finger.

But it’s not them who have tears running down my cheeks when I can’t move my limbs. When I can’t properly open my eyes.

It’s not the thought of all I’ve lost, all I never had.

It’s Silas. It’s Silas’s betrayal that makes my heart ache. Silas’s lies. His manipulations. What we did, what we shared. If we’d had one more moment, I’d have told him the truth. Told him I loved him. Told him I had always loved him.

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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)

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She doesn’t belong to me.

I am the illegitimate son, unwanted and despised.

Ophelia Hart is the girl next door. I’ve watched her grow up. And rescued her countless times from my half-brother.

I’ve been gone from her life for two years and when I run into her again, she’s no longer a girl.

Only problem is, she’s wearing his ring on her finger.

But there’s always been something between us. I’ve always been her protector. Especially when it comes to him. And that pull is stronger than ever.

She no longer thinks me the hero of her story, though.

But I know something she doesn’t. A secret from her past. And she’s in danger.

She’ll fight me.

I’ll fight for her.

If she hates me for what I have to do, so be it.

Because there is no way in hell I will let my half-brother have her.

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PROLOGUE

SILAS

Present Day

Ihit play on the remote and watch Horatio Hart walk toward the courthouse. His steps are slow. He’s searching the crowd. A smile finally creeps onto his face. That’s unexpected. There’s only one reason he’d smile minutes before his sentencing hearing. He’s looking at ten years, after all. I follow the path his gaze takes and there she is, standing just beyond the throng, easily missed, unless you’re looking for her. And I’m looking.

Ophelia Hart.

Horatio Hart’s daughter.

I zoom in on her face and pause. A baseball cap is pulled low over her forehead and a thick scarf is wrapped around her neck. It hides all that pretty blond hair. Her eyes are red, her skin flushed pink like it always gets when she cries.

The last few months cannot have been easy on her.

I hit play again and watch as Horatio nods to let her know he’s seen her. It’s a silent communication. A thank you. An I love you. Or hell, maybe it’s just an I’m sorry I’m such a fucking piece of shit.

Then he’s gone, urged on by his lawyer. He disappears up the stairs and into the federal courthouse in Boston’s waterfront Seaport District. If I didn’t have the sound muted, I’m sure all I’d hear would be the clicking of cameras and the screaming of Hart’s name as the press bombards him with questions. That or the obscenities shouted at him by the angry crowd.

Horatio Hart has been toppled from his pedestal. Those who once loved him now call for his head on a stake. I can’t blame them.

The reporter’s generic face fills the screen. Behind him I watch Ophelia. She lifts a gloved hand to wipe her eyes. Her scarf shifts and the wind sweeps up a lock of long hair. It floats feather light, like it’s the softest thing on earth.

It is. Strong too.

I know.

Someone clears their throat behind me, interrupting. I hit pause and shift my attention to Cecilia, my personal assistant.

“Sir, excuse me,” she says.

“Everything is ready?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. The jet is scheduled to take off within the hour.”

“Good. Is the penthouse booked?”

“Yes, sir. Had to do some maneuvering, but The Sinistral is always accommodating when they hear your name.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Ms. Gibson’s rooms?” I keep Nigella Gibson, my attorney, on retainer for the company.

“Arranged, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be spending the next few weeks there. Make sure to have everything I’ll need sent up.”

“Yes, sir.” She clears her throat. “Ms. Day is ready, sir. Shall I send her in?” she asks, voice lowered. I’m not sure how comfortable Cecilia is with managing this more intimate aspect of my life, but it’s why I pay her what I do. She is discreet, and that is all I require of her. I neither have the time nor the desire for a woman outside of the physical comforts their bodies provide.

Looking at it that way, Ms. Day has been on a sort of retainer too, I suppose. At least up until now.

I shift my gaze to the image of sad little Ophelia Hart on the screen.

“That won’t be necessary,” I tell Cecilia. “Make sure she’s paid generously for her trouble, though.” If Cecilia is bothered by this, she doesn’t let on. It’s not her place. “I’ll head out in a few minutes. Make sure the car is ready.”

“Already done, sir.”

With that, she’s gone, and I’m alone with Ophelia once more. I study her, take in those familiar, whiskey-colored eyes. Sad eyes. She always had sad eyes, even before everything happened.

It’s been a while, and as little as I like the idea of her being caught in the crossfire, she made her choice a long time ago. Collateral damage. No war is won without it. And I intend on winning this one.

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OPHELIA

Past

New Neighbors

Iwatch out the window as the second moving truck pulls out of the driveway of the house next door. The driver takes the turn a little wide, and the front tire jumps the curb before he’s out of our private little cul-de-sac. The house sold a few months ago, and I’ve been keeping an eye on all the construction. I even snuck over a few times to have a look around, but my dad doesn’t know about that. I’ll have to pretend I’m seeing everything for the first time when we go over to meet our new neighbors later today.

Through my binoculars, a birthday gift from Dad, I zoom in on the movers carrying box after box into the house. I even get to look inside some of the rooms as a legion of workers unpack all the nice, new things. Downstairs is easier to see into since the windows are floor to ceiling. Upstairs, I can almost see into one of the bedrooms.

Movement along the path from the swimming pool to the detached and much smaller cottage catches my eye, and I turn to see two blurry figures. I adjust the lens and focus on the pair.

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