A MARRIAGE UNDER CONTRACT

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Introduction

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Samantha Dawson felt she could leave her errors behind, but one fateful night everything changed. Driven by a great urge to pay off her family's debt, she entered the arms of a stranger—a brief, explosive meeting that left her whirling. That evening, she never anticipated the outcome: a kid she has kept secret from the world and from him. Four years fast forward: Samantha's meticulously repaired life is collapsing once more. She is presented with an unimaginable offer—a contract marriage with Adrian Blackwood, the mysterious millionaire with more influence than anybody should—as her son's safety is at stake and debts are closing in. The only issue is Adrian is unaware she already carries his most secret. But Adrian also depends on her. He has to seem to have a flawless family if he is to land the commercial contract confirming his empire. Samantha is his response; he still doesn't know about the lethal shadows from her past threatening them both. Time is running out because of Adrian's own complex network of family treachery. Should he not get married soon, he runs the danger of losing control of his father's business to a merciless competitor with dark motives—someone already too near Samantha for comfort. Neither of them understands how interwoven their fates have become as they descend further into this perilous dance. Secrets grow, passions blossom, and foes lie around every turn. Samantha has to choose, nevertheless, whether Adrian comes near to learning the truth about her son: should she tell everything or keep quiet while the walls of their precarious arrangement collapse? And then a terrible revelation destroys their world, just as their well planned lives begin to fit. Samantha has been hiding secrets other than the child as well.

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THE FINE LINE BETWEEN FEAR AND COURAGE
BREAKING POINTS
PROLOGUE
THE DEAL
SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS
SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS
THE WEB TIGHTENS
UNRAVELING SECRETS
THE WEIGHT OF SECRETS
THE WEIGHT OF SECRETS II
SECRETS IN THE DARK
SECRETS IN THE SHADOW
EDGE OF TRUST
POINT OF BREAK
INTO THE FUTURE
UNDERCOVER AGENTS
LINE CROSSING
BETRAYAL SHADOWS
LIMITED LOYALTIES
SHATTERED TRUSTS
SPEAKING OUT AGAINST STILLNESS
THE RE EVALUATION
THE SHADOWS OF BETRAYAL
UNSPOKEN TRUTH
COST OF RELIANCE
DECEIT WEB
UNRAVELED WEB
UNMASKING BETRAYALS
BROKEN TRUST
UNSEEN POWERS
BENEATH THE SURFACE
THREADS OF DECEPTION
BENEVOLENT UNDERNEATH
INTO THE DEPTH
POINT OF BREAKTHROUGH
THE STILLNESS BEFORE THE RECKONING
INTO THE DEN OF THE LION II
THE TRAP TURNS TIGHT
BENEATH SURFACES II
SLOPE OF UNCERTAINTY
THE UNREVEALING
THE REITERATIONS OF THE PAST
THE SLICK LINE
REVEALING THE PAST
CLOSE QUARTERS
THE WEIGHT OF SECRETS
APPROACHING THE TRUTH
THE TIPPING POINT
THE EDGE OF TRUTH
INTO THE ABYSS
SHADOWS OF BETRAYALS
THE CHOICE WE NEVER WANTED
BENEATH THE SURFACES
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST
EDGE OF DECISION
UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST
SHATTERED TRUTHS
THE BREAKING POINT
SHADOWS FROM A DISTANCE
THE EDGE OF DECEPTION
SAND LINES IN THE DESSERT
NO POINT OF RETURN
RISING FLAMES
CRACKS IN THE NIGHT
THREADS OF FATE
RISING TIDES
REACHING OUT FROM THE SHADOWS
STRAIGHT LINE OF FIRE
THE STORM GATHERING
UNDERLYING SURFACE
INTO THE UNKNOWN
CROSSROADS OF FATE
STILLNESS BEFORE THE STORM
BENEATH THE SURFACE
SHADOWS OF DOUBT
INTO THE ABYSS II
UNRAVELING THREADS
SHADOWS OF BETRAYAL
THE BREAKING POINT
LINES OF TRUST
GLIMPSES OF DOUBT
UNSEEN BETRAYAL
FRAGILE TRUTHS
CRACKS IN THE MASK
THE BREAKING POINT
THE EXGE OF BETRAYAL
CROSSROADS II
IN THE ABYSS
TANGLED THREADS
POINT OF BREAK
SHADOWED BETRAYALS
WEIGHTED SECRETS
ECHOES OF THE PAST
BENEATH DE SURFACES
CROSSROADS OF FATE
TURNING TIDES
SHADOWS AND TRUTHS
SHATTERED ALLIANCES
BONDS THAT BINDS
SHADOWED BETRAYALS II
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST
THE BREAKING POINT
DANGEROUS BARGAIN
SHADOW OF CHOICES
THE ABYSS
INTO THE SHADOWS
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
THE CHOICES WE MAKE
THE STORM WITHIN
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST II
FALLEN LEAVES
ECHOES OF THE PAST
THE UNKNOWN
A LIGHT IN THE DARK
A RACE AGAINST TIME
CROSSROADS OF CHOICES
TIES THAT BINDS
ECHOES OF BETRAYALS
SECRETS AND SHADOWS
PATH UNCOVERED
THE FINAL HOUR
TURNING TIDES FINALE
BREAKING POINT
EDGE OF LOYALTY
WHISPERS IN SHADOWS
TWISTED LOYALTIES
BROKEN POINT
SHADOWS UNVEILED
BEYONF THE FACADE
UNRAVELED DECEPTION
IN THE CROSSFIRES
LINES OF LOYALTIES
FALLEN SHADOWS
REBUILDING TRUST
BROKEN GROUNDINGS
THE NEW BEGINNINGS
EVER AFTER BEGINS
UNSEEN SHADOWS
PRICE OF TRUST
CROSSROADS
SHATTERED BONDS
THE TURNING TIDES
SECRETS DECIPHERED
THE COST OF CONFIDENCE
WEBS OF DECEIT
THE TURNING POINT
CROSSROADS OF BETRAYAL
TORN THREADS
SHADOWS OF BETRAYALS
TRAP TURNS TIGHTER
AN OLD FAMILIAR FACE
UNRAVELING TRUTHS
OVER THE FLAMES
LINES IN THE SAND
HIDDEN DEPTHS
AN INSIDE CONFLICT
THE LINE OF THINNESS
CHANGING ATTITUDES OF LOYALTY
SHADOWS INSIDE THE LIGHT
VIEWED THROUGH THE STORM
CHOICES WE MAKE
THE GATHERING STEORM
CORNERED
THREADS OF DESTINY
THE CROSSROADS II
THE DEN OF THE LION
HIDDEN AGENDAS
BENEATH DE SURFACE
A TRUTH UNVEILED
VENTURING TO THE UNKNOWN
SHADOWS OF THE PAST
SAND LINES IN THE GROUND

THE FINE LINE BETWEEN FEAR AND COURAGE

Samantha's POV Morning traffic softly hummed through the city outside the safe house. Though it did not help to chase away the darkness in my mind, a fresh layer of sunlight spilled through the window. I watched my phone, Royce's most recent message still there on the screen. Samantha, you are running a risky game. A cold crawled along my back. Royce was reminding me that we were walking a razor's edge, not just playing about with us. One misplaced action might bring everything down. Underneath that anxiety, though, something else stirred: a quiet resistance, a mounting will not to let him prevail. Alex was packing the meager equipment we possessed across the room. He was deliberate, precise and efficient in his motions, yet I could sense the tightness in his shoulders and stress in his jaw. Everything we were about to accomplish hung weighty in the air. Though I wanted to say something to help to relax us, I wasn't sure where to start. Glancing up at me, his eyes narrowed upon my look. "What is it?," asked I raised the phone and the screen still showed the message clearly. Alex went across the room in two quick steps, his face stiffening as he read the words. His mouth closed, and for a split second I could see the storm building behind his composed front. Alex said, "He's baiting you," flinging the phone back on the table. Keep him out of your brain. I nodded, even though the tightness in my gut did not relax. "I know, but he seems constantly one step ahead. How else does he know everything? How then does he continue to do this? Alex took a deep breath, his eyes softening just enough for me to see a glimpse of the tiredness he was masking. "Royce has personnel in locations we cannot access and resources we do not have. We are only now beginning to undo the years of developing this network he has created. Although his comments made sense, they did not make swallowing any easier. We seemed to be always on the back foot, responding to Royce's plays rather than creating our own. We had to make that adjustment. Leant against the table's edge, I crossed my arms over my chest. "What if we stop attempting to predict his movements and start generating our own opportunities? We know today where he is vulnerable. We are clear about his goals. If we attack first, we could really have a chance. Alex arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth flickering as if he were almost delighted by my unexpected audacity. "You are implying we bring the fight right to him?" "Why not??" I said, the thought developing in my head as I spoke. "We have been playing it cautious, attempting to outmaneuver him from a distance, but what if we stop? Suppose we make him respond to us for once? Alex looked at me for a minute, the quiet between us heavy with unresolved questions. I could see the gears in his head assessing the hazards, dissecting every conceivable result. It was his way; he never hurried into anything without considering it first, and it had more than once saved our lives. But right now I needed him to leap with me. He nodded last. Sure. But we really need a strong strategy if we do this. Not hoping things work out; no guessing here. We give him no time to heal; we strike him hard. I grinned, releasing flooding over me. This was it—that change I had been yearning for. You are not running anymore. Give up waiting. Though it meant putting ourselves squarely in Royce's crosshairs, it was time to seize control of the matter. The day went in a haze of organizing and getting ready. Lila came back bearing a list of contacts—people Royce had burnt, individuals who might be ready to assist but had something to lose. Though not a big bunch, it was plenty. Alex worked with them to schedule a meeting for later that evening, while I worked compiling the information required to access Royce's estate. Every instant had fresh vitality charged about it. Of course, the fear persisted; it always would have done, but now it was counterbalanced by something more robust. Aim: a straight line. We were fighting back, not only trying to live. I was standing at the window observing the city change from day to night as the sun started to drop below the horizon and threw a warm orange glow across the heavens. Like I was seeing everything from another planet, the noises of traffic, the distant buzz of life, felt oddly far. Alex followed me, his presence a consistent warmth at my rear. I turned, but I could sense something unspoken, something deeper than the ideas and tactics we had been concentrating on all day. "You OK?" he said gently. I nodded, but the weight of what was about made my heart sink. "I believe so." Just... I keep wondering about what follows all of this. He remained silent for a time, then I turned to study him and saw the flutter of doubt in his eyes. Alex displayed uncertainty not frequently, but in this silent moment I could sense he was carrying exactly the same anxiety that I was. His voice low, he said, "I try not to think too far ahead." " ONE thing at a time." Reaching out to hold his hand, I whispered, "I know." But when this is finished... Suppose things do not return to their former state? Alex's face softened, and he gave me a little hand squeeze. "They won't." Not completely. Perhaps that's fine, though. Perhaps this helps us. That does not mean, however, that there is nowhere better on the other side. I choked hard, the truth of his remarks sinking in me. He was right—everything that had happened had already transformed us. There was no turning back. Perhaps, though, there was not a need for. Perhaps this had to do with creating something fresh and more robust. Lila came into the room with a tense, urgent face before I could reply. "It is time." The conference with the contacts happened on the outskirts of the city in an abandoned warehouse. The dimly illuminated area featured extended shadows over the cracked concrete floor. A tiny gathering of men and women stood dispersed, their eyes keen and their expressions austere. These were individuals Royce had damaged, people who had lost something because of him—and now they were prepared to defend themselves. Standing in front of the group, Alex described the strategy with a steady voice. From the sidelines, I observed while my brain ran through the scene. This actually was real. This was occurring. There was no turning back as we prepared to enter the center of the storm. "We move tomorrow night," Alex murmured, his eyes darting across the assembly. "Our advantage is that Royce won't expect us to approach him so soon." We grab the program, strike his estate hard and fast, then leave. Should we be successful, his whole network crumbles. Though there was a murmur of agreement among the audience, there was underlying anxiety—a subtle, simmering concern none of us could shake. Everybody recognized the hazards. Everybody knew this might lead to catastrophe. We also realized, though, that inaction was no longer a choice. Alex and I stayed in the warehouse as the group started to split after the conference, the weight of what was to come crashing down on us. The quiet prior to the tempest. Are you ready for this? Alex inquired, his voice low, but his look had intensity that caused my pulse to speed. I inhaled deeply and looked straight ahead. "I doubt whether I will ever be ready. I am not, however, backing down. He nodded, a tiny smile drawing at the edge of his mouth. I love you for just this. At his words, my heart skipped a beat; the sudden vulnerability in them startled me. Alex wasn't one to discuss emotions, particularly at times like this, but in that silent, dimly lit warehouse it felt like a promise—a reminder that we had each other regardless of how dark things went. Approaching him, I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heart's consistent rhythm. "Anyway, that will happen tomorrow... we face it together." "Always," he said, putting his arms around me to cling tight. The city we were walking back to the safe home from the warehouse felt different—more active, more threatening. The cool evening air felt against my skin, the distant hum of traffic a continual reminder that the world kept moving even as ours felt as though it was on the brink of something dreadful. Tomorrow would bring changes in everything. Tomorrow we would enter Royce's universe and battle for him. Knowing that once the storm struck there would be no stopping it, hence tonight I let myself a minute of quiet, a time to breathe. My phone buzzed in my pocket as we drew near the safe home. Still another message from an unidentified phone. I looked at it, my breath stopping to read the words. Tomorrow will not turn out the way you expected. I'm going to wait. Royce understood our arrival was expected.

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