Kidnapped and abandoned by the fiancé she loved for five years, Summer realizes his heart has always belonged to someone else. After escaping on her own, she walks away for good—and into the arms of a powerful billionaire who cherishes her without hesitation. Now, as her ex begs for another chance, Summer has already found the love he never deserved.
On Margaret’s 18th birthday, the family had gifted the necklace to her. But before passing away, Summer’s grandmother had explicitly stated that the necklace must be restored to Summer. Summer had assumed Julia had taken it back but simply refused to give it to her. Yet here it was – still hanging around Margaret’s neck.…
They looked like a perfectly loving family. And she? She was the unwanted outsider, the villain disrupting their peace. She bit down hard, forcing back the sting in her nose. “This necklace belongs to the Stewart family’s real daughter. Why should she give it back?” The voice was cold, firm, carrying a subtle edge of…
The Stewart family’s wealth and status mattered to her. And no matter how difficult Summer was, she was still her biological daughter. If Summer married Trevor, it would secure the Stewart family’s connection to the powerful Larson family. Julia believed she had to strike while the iron was hot. Just as she was about to…
The servants shrank back, none of them daring to answer. With an air of authority, Julia stormed over and blocked Peyton’s path, her voice sharp. “Miss Smith, this is the Stewart family’s private event. What exactly are you doing here?” Peyton stood there, completely unbothered. Her tone was perfectly polite. “Mrs. Stewart, hello. I’m here…
Why wasn’t she handling this privately? Why provoke Peyton in front of Trevor? Fool. Didn’t she know that this was exactly how men developed their protective instincts? By now, several guests had wandered over, drawn in by the tension. The fiancée versus the first love. Who would win? Trevor’s expression darkened further, his voice filled…
She set down the glass and, without hesitation, pulled out her phone. She sent a single text. “We’re done. The wedding is off.” Then, she blocked Trevor on WhatsApp and his phone number. Looking up, her voice remained steady. “Dad, Mom. Trevor and I have broken up. I won’t marry him.” Jasper let out a…
Peyton’s eyes darkened. “No. I love Trevor. Summer’s loved him for five years… but I’ve loved him for seven.” Her lips curled into a cold, determined smile. “As long as I’m here, I will never let Trevor marry that whore.” At a bar, Xavier scrolled through his phone. A new video had surfaced – Peyton…
“Then… what else should I do?” Fraser lifted his chin slightly. “Get in the car.” Summer hesitated at the door, unmoving. Fraser’s eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing at his lips. “What, are you afraid I’ll eat you?” His gaze swept over her from head to toe. Tonight, she was wearing a black form-fitting dress,…
Summer turned to look at him, eyes twinkling. “Do you have alcohol?” She hadn’t meant to ask, but in this moment, she craved something stronger. She wanted to keep this feeling alive just a little longer. Fraser gave her an unimpressed look. “You think I run a convenience store?” So he didn’t have any. Summer…
Encouragingly, she said, “You should give it a try. It feels great.” Fraser reached out and ruffled her hair, the motion slow and natural. Summer blinked in surprise. Then, in the next second, Fraser leaned back and shouted into the night sky – his voice deep, magnetic, and utterly commanding. “Summer! You ungrateful little traitor!”…