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Lee Novah thought she did. She had built a life carefully stitched together, fragile as gossamer threads, after surviving storms that had left her world trembling. She learned to hold herself together piece by delicate piece-until one misstep threatened to unravel it all.
βA suitcase picked up at the airport-the wrong one-held stacks of cash, a gun, and a note with her name scrawled across it. Fear clawed at her chest. Confusion clouded her mind. The world she had painstakingly pieced together began to crumble again.
βBut she barely had time to gasp before a man appeared-his smile angelic, almost unreal... yet the shadows in his eyes whispered of dangers far darker than she had ever known.
βHe offered protection, his voice a silken promise of safety-but in a life carved from caution, where trust had always been a luxury, could anyone truly be trusted?
βTrust was fragile, and storms always had a way of returning. She had barely survived the first... the next was already gathering-silent, inevitable-ready to tear her fragile peace apart.
βAnd in the breathless space between danger and silence, one question flickered like a candle flame-could such a collision of fates, forged in fear and uncertainty, ever bloom into something tender? Could the chaos of circumstance, twisted and sharp as it was, give rise to something unexpected? Could coincidence, dark and unpredictable, bring the impossible-love?
βIn a world where certainty was an illusion, every choice came at a price, and the line between salvation and ruin was as thin as the wings of a butterfly.
βThe man who appeared by what seemed like mere coincidence might be her only anchor... or the very architect of her undoing.
βWill she survive the coming storm-or will it claim her entirely?