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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 moved to the next picture and sighed again for what felt like the millionth time. Where the fuck was Heinrich? I bit my lip in frustration as I clicked through the slideshow of party theme ideas on my tablet. None of them stood out. None. I wasn’t sure if it was just me being picky or if the hormones were playing tricks on me again. 


"They are all terrible," I muttered under my breath. 


I was looking at the designs for Vera’s welcoming party. She was only a month old, and already the Volkov family wanted to throw a grand, glittering party to welcome the newest little bundle of joy into the world. I had to admit, she was beautiful—the most beautiful baby I had ever laid eyes on. Her soft skin, button nose, and the way she furrowed her brows when she was irritated made her look exactly like Heinrich. But her attitude? That was all me. The fire, the sass, the stubborn little glances she gave when she was disturbed from her sleep? Pure Mariane. 


CHAPTER 57