She walked into the room to witness her husband of four years in bed with her sister. What’s worse? 

There is a divorce paper waiting for her signature over the desk stand and she’s three months pregnant. She was betrayed by everyone dear to her. 

Danelle craved death, and wanted to end it all. But the poor lives in her stomach gave her a hope like never before. 

She flew out of the country, disappeared after the heavy smack of miseries. 

Six years later, she made a return to the frizzling city of Damilton. Not as the weak girl that was preyed upon in the past, but as the powerful CEO of a vast growing company ready to rival all. 

And she thirst deeply for the downfall of those who wronged her. 

“Ms Danelle, those babies and you are mine.” His hand stretched to reach her shoulder.

She flinched almost before his hand could reach her, “Touch me or them Mr Ford, and I can assure you a case with the authorities,” she threatened coldly.

Danelle's voice cracked as she rushed to his side, her eyes darting between Ashton and Chane, who now lay on the ground, barely conscious, blood trickling from his mouth. She had never seen that kind of rage in Ashton's eyes before—an unfiltered, primal fury that made even her stomach twist.


She had never seen Ashton like this. Never seen this kind of anger on anyone, not even Chane—who had been cruel in his own way. But this… this was something else. This was rage forged in fire, unrelenting, protective.


Ashton turned at her voice, his chest heaving, eyes still dark with the remnants of his wrath. For a moment, he didn't speak. Then, wordlessly, he released Chane's collar and stepped back.


Still breathing heavily, Ashton looked at Danelle—truly looked at her. Her hair was disheveled, her once-glamorous gown torn at the side, exposing the smooth line of her thigh.


Chapter 31 - You had just one job!