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

She saw Mary's concerned face through her blurred vision.

"Miss Foster, you're awake?" Mary said happily, gently helping her sit up.

Rachel sat up slowly, instinctively touching her rounded belly.

Feeling her child safe within her, she sighed with relief, leaning weakly against the headboard.

With a weary hand on her forehead, she asked, "What happened to me?"

Mary sat on the edge of the bed, her face still showing the worry from before, "Miss Foster, you scared me... You fainted at the hospital entrance, but luckily, I caught you just in time... The doctor said you're very weak and gave you some IV fluids, which brought some color back to your face."

Kingsly's cold, indifferent voice echoed in her mind—Rachel, I release you.

The Pain of Letting Go