Eby_Namani

The final ingredient to finding true love is one teaspoon of lies.
                  **** 
On her 18th birthday, Elspeth's world was shattered after a one-night stand left her pregnant. The child's father, Alan, betrayed her by revealing his alliance with her scheming half-sister, Heather, who aimed to steal Elspeth's position as heiress. To protect their family’s reputation, her parents sent her away in disgrace.

Years later, Elspeth returns, determined to reclaim her place and exact revenge on those who wronged her. But her family’s pressure to marry complicates things. Desperate to dodge a blind date, she impulsively kisses Castiel Stepanov, her daughter's teacher, using him as a convenient escape. When a key investor insists on meeting her husband, Elspeth sees an opportunity and proposes a fake marriage to Castiel.

Castiel, a powerful Russian business mogul and part-time elementary teacher, has his own hidden agenda. Traumatized by witnessing the murder of his family, Castiel’s life has been driven by the desire for revenge. Unbeknownst to Elspeth, her father is responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family. Eager to destroy Elspeth's life, Castiel agrees to the sham marriage, intent on ruining her and her father.

As their fake marriage progresses, hidden truths and deep-seated wounds begin to surface. Can Elspeth balance her desire for vengeance with her need to protect her heart, her daughter, and her empire? And will Castiel follow through with his plan for revenge, or will love and the weight of the past consume them both?
_______
TROPES:
One night stand.
Pregnancy.
Contract/Fake Marriage.
Win her back.
Betrayal x Revenge
Family.
First person (dual perspectives)



______

IG: @ebynamani
TT: @eby.namani

Brewing Love And Lies

All recommended songs are now in a playlist on Spotify ~

Official Playlist Out :-)

SONG REC': Come Through — Chris Brown ft HER.

Where's My Love? — SYML.

۶──────────

༺═──────────────═༻

I don't know if it's a spell or perhaps even a curse. It felt comforting to be near her, as if I had grown accustomed to her presence, even though we've only known each other for a few weeks.

Each night, I'm haunted by the flames that consumed my family and the horrific image of George Loughton pouring gasoline over me, finishing it off with a lighter. Yet his daughter now offers a bandage to mend the wounds he inflicted—her eyes radiating tranquility, her presence comforting enough to soothe my troubled soul.

DEATH OF ME