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Mariane thought she had lost everything the day her mother was found dead by the roadside. Grief consumed her, leaving her with no choice but to accept a loveless marriage to Heinrich Volkov—a powerful, ruthless man with secrets as dark as his cold green eyes.

But just when she begins to accept her fate, the truth unravels.

Her mother’s death wasn’t an accident. The investigation takes a shocking turn, revealing clues that suggest she might still be alive. The deeper Mariane digs, the more the shadows close in around her. And the worst part?

Heinrich might have known all along.

Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, and as Mariane pieces together the puzzle, she realizes that the man she shares a bed with—the man who watches her every move—is keeping far more than just business secrets.

Was she forced into this marriage to be protected? Or was she trapped to be controlled?

And if her mother is alive…

Why hasn’t she come back for her?

As Mariane’s world spirals into a web of deceit, power, and deadly desire, she’s left with only one choice: trust Heinrich, or destroy him.

But how do you fight the devil when you’re already falling for him?



THE HAUNTED HEART OF LIES

I was yanked from my peaceful sleep by the feeling of someone shaking me. I groaned, burrowing deeper into the sheets. 


"What the hell?" I grumbled, my voice hoarse from sleep. 


"Wake up, Mariane," Heinrich’s deep voice cut through the morning silence. 


I peeked one eye open, glaring at him. He was already dressed in his swim trunks, his toned chest bare, arms crossed over his muscular frame. 


"It’s six in the morning," I pointed out, irritation dripping from my voice. 


"And your swimming lessons start now," he said, tossing something onto the bed. 


I frowned and sat up, rubbing my eyes before looking at what he had thrown at me. A swimming costume. 


"Are you serious?" I asked, my brain struggling to catch up. 


He raised an eyebrow. "Did I sound like I was joking?" 


I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. 


He chuckled, grabbing my ankle and tugging me toward the edge of the bed. 


CHAPTER 22