She thought a contract was just business.

He called it a FUCKAHOLIC contract... pleasure without promises, desire without attachment.

I was supposed to keep my distance, stay professional, and survive the mess he called “fun.” But Aec didn’t play by the rules. He was cold, dominant, and utterly irresistible,  a storm I couldn’t escape.

Then came the night that changed everything. The accident. The absence of his presence in my story. A month gone in darkness, only to wake up to a world that had moved on… and him married.

Now, our lives are tangled in ways I never imagined. His company, my career, and my heart are all on the line. Some heartbreaks don’t end in goodbye. They return colder, richer, and wearing a wedding ring.

Will I crumble under the weight of betrayal… or rise to claim my own story?

Ace's eyes never left his father's face, the anger and hatred simmering just below the surface. He remembered the sight of his mother lying on the ground, her face pale and her body limp. The memory of her blood spreading across the floor fueled his rage, and he could feel his fists clenching at his sides.


His father's words cut through the air, but Ace didn't flinch. He didn't react. He just kept staring at him, his eyes burning with fury. The silence between them was wild, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.


His father's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with indignation. "You had the audacity to reassign the people I terminated?" he repeated, his voice rising. "Do you have any idea what you've done, Ace?"


Chapter 59 - A SLAP ON THE GUT'S!