DaoistTiA6ig

Kiara Reynolds' life was shattered at sixteen when her mother tragically passed away, leaving her looking for answers from her father's cold silence. As she blossomed into a young woman, her father's new wife, Lucy, turned her world upside down.
In her hour of need, Enzo emerged as Kiara’s knight in shining armor, freeing her from the shackles of a forced marriage. She saw him as her savior, and in the heat of passion, she decided to marry him in secret. It was a decision made with the best of intentions, but one that would soon leave her heart shattered in ways she couldn’t have foreseen.
For Enzo had a hidden agenda, cloaked in a vendetta as dark and twisted as the web of secrets surrounding her mother. What heinous crime had her mother committed to warrant such retribution?
Enduring Enzo's torment alone, Kiara accidentally gets pregnant, but Enzo demands she abort the child.
She fled away, but Enzo tracked her down, and their child's arrival softened his heart shortly. Yet, their happiness was short-lived as Enzo's past entanglements, including an obsessive childhood friend and a scheming stepmother, threatened their weak peace.
Betrayed once again, Kiara found herself unceremoniously cast out of Enzo’s life, her heart a shattered shell of its former self. And in the darkness, something new took root, a twisted seed of vengeance that grew to consume her.
Years passed, and Kiara returned, not as the broken, trembling woman Enzo had known, but a formidable force to be reckoned with.

MARRYING A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

"Are you ok?" Enzo questioned, noticing the change in Aubrey's expression, her face holding worry, her eyes sad.

Caught off guard, Aubrey shuddered, searching for the right words. "I am fine, Enzo. I'm just tired," she finally replied with a wide smile that did little to hide the turmoil within.

"I will join you soon," Aubrey said as she rose from the couch, her movements swift, before Enzo could protest further.

Aubrey, her movements brisk and her resolve a rock in a turbulent sea, made her way up the stairs, her mind racing with the urgency of her secret.

As she climbed the final steps, her eyes met Mrs. Morgan's, the older woman's gaze a suspicion-filled chisel digging for cracks in her armor.

Mrs. Morgan, her eyes darting with speculation, her voice a sharp spike of accusation, pressed her suspicions. "You're always up to something," she said, her words a verbal dagger. "What are you hiding?"

THE DON