The man they know as Nicholas Pendleton is nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion-a mask I've worn so long, I sometimes forget who I really am. Salvatore Vendetti. The name is a curse, a legacy of power, deceit, and blood. Here, in this life I've built, I am the man who loves Katherine, the father of her child. But beneath the surface lies a darker truth-one I pray she never uncovers.
But that was the problem, wasn't it? Katherine's warmth, her smile, the way she looked at me like I was her entire world-it chipped away at the walls I had built around myself. She was never meant to be anything more than a pawn, a bridge to owning her father's company outright. For the first time in years, I felt something I didn't understand.
I glance at the wedding ring on my finger, a symbol of the life I created with her. A life built on lies. I should regret it. I should feel guilt for everything I've done to bring her to this moment, to make her mine. But I don't. I can't. Because Katherine is the one thing I refuse to lose, even if it means lying to her every single day.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.