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 stared out at the gloomy sky through the window.

Wearing a plain white hospital gown, her already pale face looked even more devoid of color.

Since waking up that morning, she hadn't spoken or eaten anything.

A concerned nurse pulled up her blanket, "Miss Foster, the weather's changing. Let me get you a sweater."

Rachel remained unmoved, her eyes fixed on the view outside.

While the nurse went to fetch the sweater, Helen entered the room.

He held a large bouquet of beautiful flowers, "Miss Foster."

She didn't even glance at him, staring blankly out the window.

Seeing Rachel in such a lifeless state, as if her soul had been stripped away, even Helen's usual indifference softened, "These are from Mr. Scott... I'm sorry he couldn't visit you today."

Rachel finally spoke, calm and detached, "He's getting married today, isn't he?"

"No, the wedding didn't happen today," Helen quickly replied.

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