Sam Shelly

Theodore Maxwell, a ruthless business tycoon driven by vengeance, plots to marry Alina Roosevelt to kill two birds with one stone: get revenge on her father and inherit everything that was rightfully his. Alina, a budding author with a heart as pure as her prose, was blissfully unaware of Theodore's ulterior motives when she said, "I do."

As Theodore's cunning plan unfolded, he found himself captivated by Alina's charm and kindness. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but admire the woman he had married. But just as unexpected love began to blossom, everything crumbled with Alina’s father, who devised a cunning scheme that shattered the fragile peace in their marriage. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Theodore divorces Alina, blaming her for her father's deceit. 

It's too late to realize that Alina was a mere pawn in her father's malicious game. Regret gnawed at his heart as he desperately searched for her, but she had vanished without a trace. Haunted by the memory of his cruel actions, Theodore is set to find Alina and make amends. And he will stop at nothing. How long will Alina be successful in keeping her little secret hidden?
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“I’m not your wife anymore, Theodore!” I yelled, shoving him away from me. He had absolutely no right to march back into my life. 

“Here’s where you are wrong, Alina,” he took dangerous steps towards me until I was pushed against one of the walls, as he held me captive. “You were mine, then. You are mine now. And you, most definitely, will stay mine in the future. Not even you can separate yourself from me, Alina, because you were born to be mine!” And that’s when he smashed his lips against mine in a furious kiss.

Theodore's Regret

I sat until the cafe was about to close. If she works in a cafe so far away from the main city side, then she needs to be living somewhere around here. My phone rang. It was Fabio, my assistant, so I answered it. “Yes?” 


“Mr Maxwell, I wanted to remind you that you have a meeting with the directors in an hour.” 


“Yes, I remember. I'll be there,” I didn't wait for him to answer before hanging up. After everyone had left and I was the only one in the cafe, I decided it was time to leave and surprise my little mouse. Let her rejoice in the fact that she hasn't been caught. Yet. Getting out of the cafe, I texted Anders to take the car away in the next lane and wait for me there. I didn't want her to suspect anything about me still being around because obviously she would recognize my usual car and Anders. 


42. Exposed