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Whimpering, my eyes followed the click sound of the pen in his hand, and he laughed and pocketed it when he saw the direction my eyes had gone.
“There's no need to be scared, little girl. I'll make sure you don't remember anything.”
I shuddered and fingered the pen, the same one I'd just seen in my memory, when the sound of footstep alerted me I was about to be found out.
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I married my father's suspected killer. I planned to expose him and get my revenge, not fall for him. Danielle Morgan is obsessed with one mission: to catch the man who murdered her father. Her investigation points to Jonathan Carter, a powerful CEO with secrets as cold as his smile. To uncover the truth, Danielle does the unthinkable: she marries him.

But Jonathan isn’t just hiding a dark past, he’s hiding behind a wall even she can’t seem to break.

As danger closes in, Danielle must choose between justice and a love she never expected.
What happens when the hunter falls for her prey?

A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with lies, passion, and deadly secrets.

Something felt wrong. I opened my eyes and looked into the darkness, wondering what had woken me up. I unwrapped myself from the duvet I had hogged during the night and squinted my eye to see what the time was. It was a few minutes to six. I got down as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake Jonathan up, and went into the bathroom to wash my face. I stared at my reflection and finally realized what had woken me up. My gown that was unzipped had already fallen down my shoulders. I poured water on my face.


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