Shattered Vows, Hidden Flames

apartment. It wasn't the jagged glass that unsettled her-it was the woman staring back. Pale

woman she had bee

e hospital at midnight, cancelled job interviews to cook for his demanding family, swallow

This broke

done h

from overreading, lay on the table behind her-final, signed, and suffocating. She had walked out of that house two weeks ago

d have fe

irst time in years

to b

partment was smaller than her old walk-in closet, but it was hers. No one shouted here. No one judged

the job site she now scoured daily. Her fi

ired. Must be organized, loyal, and adaptable. Remo

No company listed. No surname. Just a phone num

d've scro

dn't afford

orded resume and a short letter that read more like a pl

Today. 3 PM.

directions. Just a dropped

t her gut didn't raise any

efore she left, taking in the silence like it w

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. Gated, with stone walls and twisted iron fencing, it felt more like a fortress than a home.

liers. Oil paintings

hed her b

aid curtly, then disap

eturned, loud

wheels

low. Me

t as the figure t

ing like sh

many things: Tech genius. Ruthless billionaire. Heartthrob turned hermit. And after the car crash that left hi

looked like

aight-backed in a sleek wheelchair, his presence somehow towering even seated. His

," he said, v

replied, steady despit

ightly, like she'd p

am

a Law

rri

vor

but something fli

erie

managed households. Coordinated events. And I can

is lips. Not amusement

No nonsense. No excuses. If you lie,

unner," she

his eyes softened.

away, gesturing

low

, Amira stepped in

ebuilding her life-or walkin

thing wa

e woman who broke to

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