Sold By Mom, Ruined By Husband

Ardian's demands. Her role as his personal assistant was nothing more than a constant reminder of how little control she ha

yara could feel his presence looming behind her. His office was an imposing space, designed to make anyone who ent

," Ardian's voice cut through

dn't receive the updated data until an hou

hough he didn't touch her. "I expect better," he replied coldly, thoug

nal figures into the spreadsheet. "N

she could stop them. His presence, his gaze-it was as though

nce. Then he spoke, his voice softer

I know anything about you," she replied, her voice q

d, but there was something else there-somethin

flicker of something in his eyes-something that made her heart race

further, he turned and walked to the

lmost as an afterthought,

together. "And I don

gging at his lips. "Then we have

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r interactions or the endless tests he threw her way. It was the way he watched her when he thought she wasn't looking. It was th

though he was battling some internal conflict. But she didn't dare ask. If she did, she f

g up her work when she saw him standing in the doorway. His

d, though it wasn't a quest

hands still busy with the last few paper

sked, his voice soft but carrying a note

eat, and she quickly compo

ightmares haunted her, replaying the moment she was taken, the way her world had crum

re ly

er thoughts, and she lo

y. He was standing closer now, just a few f

u?" she asked, her voice

closing the distance between them

like what you se

ought he might snap at her. But instead, he remaine

the storm in his eyes, but he was l

nd to be," Nayara said quietly,

er as if considering her words. "And wh

said bluntly, "

ra thought she saw a flicker of something-something vulnerabl

. "You don't know anyt

ngerous, intimate. She wanted to step back, to create s

er," she replied, though he

ile, but it was devoid of any

ed at her now-something like recognition.

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o did the moments between them. They were no longer just the cold exchanges of business and formalities

't explain. It was the spark of something dangerous-a connection that wasn't b

he want

antly, what did

t in the air. It wasn't just the physical attraction that simmered beneath the surfa

nger sure who wa