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's face turned pale, her body pressed tightly against the cold wall.

"Smile, Rachel, or I'll think you don't want to see me," Kingsly teased with a smirk.

Rachel tried to push his hand away, the one blocking her exit, but realized she was no match for his strength.

"Mr. Scott, would you please move? I really need to find Mr. Franklin," she said, unable to maintain her polite facade. Her tone turned cold.

Was she addressing him so formally now?

A flicker of irritation rose within him, yet his handsome face remained nonchalant, a playful grin on his lips. "We've been apart for so long; shouldn't we catch up a bit?"

He was clearly intent on not letting her leave.

"Let go of me!" Rachel started to struggle.

Kingsly held her rebellious hand firmly in the crook of his arm, saying, "Don't move... or people passing by might think we're up to something more intimate."

The Unavoidable Past