novel_evaray

Rachel Foster’s carefully constructed world is crumbling around her. Her fiancé, Jasper, faces imminent ruin, caught in a web of accusations and financial turmoil. Desperate to save him, Rachel is left with only one option: Kingsly Scott, the man she abandoned years ago, a man now transformed into a billionaire forged in the fires of betrayal.
Kingsly agrees to help, but his offer is far from charitable. He hasn't forgotten Rachel's decision to choose wealth over their love, and he intends to extract a price more devastating than she could ever imagine. His terms are brutal, forcing Rachel to confront the ghosts of their shared past and the devastating consequences of her choices.
As she navigates the treacherous landscape of Kingsly's world, a world of power plays, high-stakes deals, and simmering resentments, Rachel finds herself caught in a dangerous game of manipulation and desire. The lines between love and revenge blur as old flames are rekindled, threatening to consume them both.
But Kingsly's motivations are shrouded in mystery. Is he truly driven by revenge, or does a flicker of their former love still burn within his hardened heart? Rachel must unravel his true intentions while battling her own conflicting emotions. Can she reconcile the man she once loved with the ruthless tycoon he has become?
Meanwhile, a shadow lurks beneath the surface. Rachel’s brother, Noah, is entangled in a risky venture within Kingsly’s empire, a venture that could have far-reaching consequences. A conspiracy is brewing, threatening to expose secrets and destroy everything Rachel holds dear.
Caught between her loyalty to Jasper, her reawakened feelings for Kingsly, and the looming threat of unknown enemies, Rachel must make impossible choices. Will she sacrifice her own future to protect the ones she loves? Or will she become another casualty in Kingsly's ruthless game?

CEO's Secret Play

Rachel had changed from the pretty dress into a loose, light blue shirt-style nightgown, letting her long, straight black hair cascade over her shoulders.

She sat alone at the edge of the bed, much like the cake on the table—beautiful, yet forlorn.

She had ordered this cake from a boutique bakery yesterday. Initially, she wanted to bake it herself. Still, fearing his discerning taste might not appreciate her efforts, she opted to have one made instead.

Who was celebrating his birthday with him tonight?

The newspapers had recently shown images of him with Bella. Could she be the one celebrating with him?

Was his involvement with these women simply business-related, or was he indeed a philanderer?

She realized she didn't know him at all anymore.

But it didn't matter; she didn't need to understand the man he had become.

The Birthday Promise