Abigail Hayes

My father's face darkened as he stared at us. "Rosalind, what the hell is this?"
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged.
I pulled away from her grip. "Nobody forced me! I just refuse to marry a man who hates me, who'd use me like a spare parts warehouse!"
Mother looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you even know why Calloway suddenly 'agreed' to marry me?" My voice cracked. "He wants my bone marrow for Hannah. That's his price! That's what my five years of devotion was worth to him!"
"Honey," my mother said, her tone sickeningly sweet, "I know you're upset. But think logically. A bone marrow donation—it's routine these days. You save your cousin, you secure your future with the most powerful family in Boston. It's quite perfect, isn't it?"
Rosalind Blackwell desperately needs to escape her ex-fiancé's twisted demand for her bone marrow, so she makes an impulsive decision—marry a stranger at City Hall.
But when everyone mocks her for throwing away her chance at marrying into wealth and choosing an ordinary nobody instead, they couldn't be more wrong.
He's actually Calloway's billionaire uncle, recently returned from years abroad with dangerous Mediterranean connections and the power to destroy entire families with a single phone call.
And he's already preparing to make everyone who dared to humiliate his wife pay dearly for their cruelty.

The intermediary's words echoed: "You'll never meet Mr. Sterling."
But if that was true, then who the fuck was this?
I fucked him. I rode his hot body with a desperate, frantic rhythm, chasing the release that would silence the ghosts in my head. His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging in with a surprising, reflexive strength as I moved. He was mumbling something incoherent, words slurred beyond recognition, completely lost in drink and sensation. My pussy clenched around his cock with every downward thrust.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure and confusion mixing into something overwhelming. I collapsed against his chest, feeling him pulse inside me as he followed me over the edge, nothing but wordless groans escaping his lips.
Forced into a secret marriage with a dying heir she's never met, Aveline Reeves is cast out by her adoptive family. Four years later, a drugged and mistaken encounter in a hotel room leads to a passionate night with the city's most powerful and feared tycoon, Orion Blackwell. She leaves behind a single, unique ring, unaware that the man she slept with is her actual, hidden husband.
When Aveline, a brilliant child psychologist, takes a job at an elite kindergarten, she is assigned to Orion's enigmatic son, Ryan—a child who hasn't spoken in months. She is the only one who can get through to him, unknowingly forming a bond with her own biological child. As Orion desperately searches for the woman from that night, Aveline is on her own quest for the truth about the baby she was told died at birth. Entangled in a web of secrets, they are drawn closer, with their shared child at the heart of the mystery. Will the truth about their marriage and their son tear them apart or finally bring their hidden family into the light?