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 pushed through the front doors of NovaTech, his pulse still pounding in his throat. The confused stares from Sharon's colleagues followed him, but he didn't slow. The air in the lobby felt thick, pressing against his skin.


He didn't wait to be asked questions, his phone was already at his ear, dialling Zion's contact.


Zion picked up on the second ring, voice dry.


There was a beat of silence. Then Zion's tone shifted, sharp, urgent.


"I'm right in front of her office," Ace said, his words clipped.


"I don't know," Ace snapped. "I dropped her off myself..."


"I'm on my way," Zion cut in. "Wait at the front of the building. Don't move."


Chapter 87 - WHAT HE KNOWS...