Synopsis:

I thought I had the perfect marriage—five years with Killian, the billionaire who swept me off my feet.

But my perfect life shattered when I was kidnapped and injected with a drug. I woke up pregnant, with no memory of what happened.

As if that wasn’t enough, I discovered my husband’s sex videos with his secretary on his phone. Horrified, I passed out—only to wake up to Killian’s furious screams and his hands tightening around my neck, trying to kill me.

“Who got you pregnant?! I can’t be the father! I’m infertile!”

Desperate and heartbroken, I crossed paths with Jacob—a dangerous and commanding stranger who claims to be the father of my child.

“I know everything about you,” he said with a chilling smirk. “And I’m the only one who can help you.”

But Jacob doesn’t realize that Killian isn’t ready to let me go.

“I’m not done with you, Kaye,” Killian growled. “You’re mine!”

Now, caught between two ruthless men and haunted by the secrets they both keep, I must find a way to make an impossible choice.

Should I trust the husband who mistreated me but whom I still love?

Or the man who kidnapped me, violated me, and forced me to carry his heir?

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Kaye’s POV

"Wait! Where are you taking me? No! Please, let go of me!"

I screamed, struggling with all my might, but their filthy hands held me in place. My desperate pleas for them to release me were met with nothing but cold silence. Fear gripped me, creeping into every part of my body as their hands tightened around me.

I couldn’t see their faces. Masks covered them entirely, adding to the terrifying aura they radiated. Their presence alone sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t stop trembling. Panic clawed at me. All I could do was beg for my life.

“N-No! Someone, help me!” I cried out, my voice cracking.

But it was useless. There was no one around. The streets, despite it being broad daylight, were eerily empty.

“You’re coming with us!”

Their voices were harsh and unfamiliar. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew behind those masks lay menacing expressions.

A white van screeched to a stop in front of us. My heart sank. They forced me inside, shoving me so hard that I nearly collapsed. My entire body trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat forming on my forehead. And before I could even comprehend what was happening, they blindfolded me.

“W-Where are you taking me? Please, have mercy!” I begged, my voice breaking with every word.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was just on my way home after running an errand—one that Killian sent me on.

He had asked me to buy something for him, insisting it was important. I wasn’t feeling well and had hoped he would come with me, but he brushed off my request.

"Just go on your own. I’m too busy," he said.

To make matters worse, he didn’t even offer to send a maid or the driver with me. I had no choice but to go out alone to get what he needed.

And now, here I was—taken, terrified, and helpless.

“No, please!” I screamed again, my voice hoarse from shouting. Tears streamed down my face as desperation overtook me. “Please let me go! I’m begging you!”

“Shut up,” one of them barked coldly. “There’s nothing you can do!”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from fear. I couldn’t stop the thoughts running through my mind. W-What was going to happen to me?!

“Open the smoke!”

“W-What are you—”

Suddenly, a strange scent filled the air. I didn’t know what was happening, but my head started spinning, my thoughts growing hazy.

“No…”

And then, everything faded to black.

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I woke up when the van came to a stop. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, each beat louder than the last. The doors opened, and rough hands grabbed me again.

They lifted me like I was nothing and carried me out!

“P-Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me!” I sobbed.

They didn’t respond. The silence that followed was more terrifying than any threat they could have uttered.

As they carried me to an unknown destination, all I could do was pray that someone—anyone—would come to save me before it was too late.

They laid me down forcefully. My entire body was trembling with fear and dread. I could feel the cold surface beneath me, and before I could react, they pinned me down.

“What are you doing to me? No! Please, let me go! Please!”

I sobbed uncontrollably, my cries echoing in the room. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong.

Then, I heard voices. They were muffled, unfamiliar, and spoke in hurried tones. My heart pounded louder with every word they exchanged.

“Is the injection ready?” one of them asked.

“Yes, it’s ready,” another replied.

“Good. We need to inject it into her now. Master’s orders. We have to move quickly.”

Their words made my blood run cold. Injection? What were they planning to do? Panic surged through me, and I wiggled against their hold.

“N-No! Stop! Don’t do this to me! Please!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and broken.

Before they could proceed, a loud bang suddenly echoed in the room. It sounded like a door had been slammed open with tremendous force. Footsteps followed—calm, deliberate, and approaching us.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. A chilling, dangerous presence filled the room. It was suffocating, like an invisible weight pressing down on me. My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard, fear tightening its grip on me.

Then, I heard a deep voice.

“Is she ready?”

His voice was unmistakable—deep, smooth, and dripping with authority. It was dangerously alluring, the kind of voice that could both captivate and intimidate you.

I couldn’t see him, not with my eyes covered, but I could feel him.

“W-What are you doing to me? P-Please, let me go!” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “I need to go home. My husband—he must be looking for me!”

He chuckled, his tone laced with something sinister.

“Your bastard husband will be fine,” he said, dismissing my concerns with chilling ease. “You’ll be fine too. This won’t hurt much. Think of it as nothing more than a tiny ant bite.”

I froze as I felt his breath near my ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, soft yet menacing, “Relax, darling. It’s for your own good.”

Chills ran down my spine, and I whimpered in fear.

“No! Please, don’t do this!” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Another voice joined in. It was sharp and commanding, with no hint of hesitation.

“Inject the drug. Do it now.”

I screamed again, struggling with every ounce of strength I had left. “No! Stop!”

But my screams fell on deaf ears. I felt the sharp sting of a needle piercing my skin. A cold sensation spread through me, and my mind began to blur. My resistance faltered as darkness started to cloud my vision.

“No…” I whimpered weakly.

I was slipping away. My body felt heavier with every passing second. The last thing I felt was hands on me, tugging at my clothes.

They were removing them.

“No…” I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me. I couldn’t fight anymore.

And then, everything went black.

Kaye’s POV

"Lady Kaye? Lady Kaye!"

I woke up feeling someone shaking me. Slowly, I opened my eyes, squinting as the sunlight hit my face. Confusion clouded my mind. Where am I? What happened? My head throbbed painfully as if it had been pounded with a hammer.

"Lady Kaye, what happened to you? Why are you lying outside the mansion?"

Hearing those words, my eyes widened in shock. Without thinking, I sat up abruptly. That’s when I realized I was lying on the ground—outside. My gaze darted around, taking in the surroundings. I was, indeed, outside our mansion.

“H-How did I get here?” I asked, my voice trembling with confusion.

“I should be asking you that, Lady Kaye,” the maid replied, her expression a mixture of concern and bewilderment. “I just found you here, lying on the ground, as if you were peacefully sleeping. How did you get out?”

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my mind racing.

“Let’s go inside before Sir Killian finds you here. He might get angry…” she trailed off, her words laced with worry.

Her warning sent a chill down my spine. I hurriedly got up, accepting her hand for support. My body felt weak, and my head was still pounding, as if my thoughts were trapped in a fog. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember anything about how I ended up outside.

Once inside the mansion, the first thing that greeted me was his voice—booming, commanding, and laced with fury.

“Kaye!”

I froze on the spot. It was my husband, Killian. His tall, imposing figure stood at the end of the hallway, his piercing eyes locked onto mine.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls. “You weren’t in our room!”

“I…” My throat tightened. “I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Tell me!” he shouted.

Before I could respond, the maid stepped in, trembling as she spoke.

“S-Sir Killian, I found Lady Kaye outside the mansion. She was lying on the ground, she was sleeping there—”

“I’m not asking for your excuses!” Killian’s voice roared like thunder, cutting her off. “Get out of my sight before I decide to have you killed!”

The maid’s face turned pale, and her hands trembled as she bowed deeply. Without another word, she hurry away, leaving me alone with my furious husband.

Killian turned his sharp gaze back to me, his anger still burning. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Kaye! Answer my goddamn question!”

“I-I told you! I couldn’t remember it! I’m not lying!”

I glanced down at my arm, feeling an odd ache, and froze. My eyes widened in shock. There was a small puncture mark on my skin. Panic surged through me as I tried to recall the events of the previous night.

But everything was a blur—a foggy mess of distorted images and muffled whispers.

“Think harder!” Killian barked, stepping closer.

“I-I can’t!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “It’s all blurry… I don’t remember anything. But there were voices, Killian. Whispers… in my head. I—”

Before I could finish, Killian grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm, almost painful, as he began dragging me toward our bedroom.

“Killian, stop! Please, let me go!” I begged, struggling against his hold.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled. His voice was cold, sharp, and dripping with anger. “After what happened last night, I’m locking you up. You won’t step foot outside this room until I say so.”

The rage in his tone was undeniable. It wrapped around me like chains, heavy and suffocating. “Killian, please!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

But he didn’t listen. He shoved me into the room and slammed the door shut. The loud thud echoed through the walls.

“You’ll stay here,” he declared from the other side. “For as long as I decide!”

“Killian!” I screamed, banging on the door. My fists pounded against the wood, but it was useless. He wasn’t going to open it.

Realizing there was no escape, I slid down to the floor, my back against the cold door.

My sobs echoed in the empty room, the weight of his anger and my helplessness crushing me.

“K-Killian…please…”

Eventually, exhaustion overtook me. My emotions, the pain, and the fear, they all drained the energy from my body.

Without realizing it, I collapsed and lose consciousness.

When I woke up, my body felt heavy, and my mind was foggy. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but fatigue clung to me.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the throbbing in my head.

Then, like a sudden flash of light, a memory surfaced.

“Inject the drug. Do it now.”

My eyes shot open as the words echoed in my mind. A series of fragmented images began playing like a disjointed movie. Faces, shadows, and muffled voices—it all came rushing back to me.

“No,” I whispered, my voice shaking. My breathing quickened as the pieces fell into place. “I-I was kidnapped!”

The realization sent a jolt through me. I scrambled to my feet, desperate to tell Killian. He needed to know!

I rushed to the door, pulling at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It was still locked.

“Please, open the door!” I shouted.

“Oh, babe,” a woman’s voice purred, “Where are we going to do it? Here?”

I froze.

Muffled voices seeped through the thick wood.

“Not here. My wife’s inside.”

My heart stopped.

“K-Killian?” I called, my voice breaking.

The muffled voices continued, and then I heard it—his voice.

“Let’s just do it here, in my office.”

“Okay, babe.”

“K-Killian!” I screamed, my fists slamming against the door.

Tears blurred my vision as the realization struck me like a dagger to the chest.

He wasn’t alone.

There was another woman…and they’re going to do something…

Kaye’s POV

Killian and I had been married for five years.

He courted me after we met at a family gathering. My family was wealthy, and so was he. Killian wasn’t just any rich man; he was a billionaire who owned a famous sports car brand named Vortexion.

On the other hand, my family’s wealth came from owning multiple chains of restaurants that spanned the globe.

My parents were kind and respectable people, always treating everyone with grace and humility.

I was their only child, and they considered me a miracle baby because my mother had struggled for years to conceive. Unfortunately, their story didn’t have a happy ending. They passed away in a tragic accident several years ago, leaving me to take charge of our family’s businesses.

When I married Killian, he offered to help me manage everything. He insisted, saying, “Let me handle it for now. I know how to run a business. You should rest, focus on yourself, and just enjoy being a housewife.”

At first, I thought it was sweet. He didn’t want me to tire myself out or stress over work. He said he wanted me by his side, always there for him.

But as time passed, things began to change. Subtly at first, but enough for me to notice.

Killian became controlling, almost manipulative. What I had initially thought was care began to feel like a trap. He made decisions without consulting me and kept insisting that his way was better.

I started having doubts—dark, lingering thoughts that refused to leave me alone. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was hiding something from me. But every time I confronted him about my suspicions, his reaction was the same.

“I fucking married you. So why would I cheat on you?!” he would say, his voice laced with frustration.

His words planted seeds of doubt in my mind. He never gave me the reassurance I desperately needed, never tried to prove me wrong.

It felt like he was defensive instead of being honest.

“Killian, please!” I screamed, my voice breaking as I pounded on the thick wooden door in front of me.

Tears streamed down my face. “Please open the door!”

I had lost count of how many times I had begged, how many times I had slammed my fists against the door, hoping he would hear me.

My hands were bleeding now, small cuts lining my knuckles from the force of my hits.

But I didn’t care.

The pain in my hands was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me.

For a moment, I thought the door would remain shut forever. But then, unexpectedly, it creaked open. I stepped back, my heart racing. Relief, fear, and anger coursed through me all at once.

Instead of Killian, it was the butler who stood there.

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read—was it pity? Worry? Guilt?

“L-Lady Kaye,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

I stared at him, my chest heaving as I struggled to calm myself. The blood from my hands dripped onto the floor, but I didn’t move. “Where is Killian?” I demanded, my voice hoarse.

The butler hesitated, his eyes darting away from mine.

“He’s with another woman in his office, Lady Kaye…”

Everything shattered.

Frustrated, I shoved him aside and stormed away, my eyes desperately searching for Killian.

“Killian!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the cold walls of our home.

Then, suddenly, I saw him. He stepped out of a room at the far end of the hall.

Following closely behind him was a woman—a sight that made my entire world tilt.

The woman wore a tight dress that clung to her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve.

Her chest and shapely hips were impossible to ignore, and the way she carried herself made it clear she was fully aware of her attractiveness.

Killian, on the other hand, looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, and his shirt was still unbuttoned at the collar.

I could see faint wrinkles on the fabric, as though he had hastily put it back on.

My hands trembled as I struggled to process the scene in front of me.

“Killian?” I called out weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze landed on me, cold and emotionless. “What are you doing here? How did you fucking get out?” he asked, his tone devoid of warmth or concern.

The woman, unfazed by my presence, turned to him with a demure smile.

“It was nice having that meeting with you, Sir Killian,” she said, her voice sensual and confident. Without even sparing me a glance, she brushed past me, her shoulder knocking against mine as she left.

I stumbled slightly, but I refused to let myself falter. My chest heaved as I turned back to Killian.

“W-Who is she?” I demanded, my voice breaking.

His expression didn’t change. “It’s none of your fucking business, Kaye,” he said sharply.

“Go back to our room. I’ll deal with you later.”

I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. He turned away from me, but I wasn’t ready to let this go.

Reaching out, I grabbed his arm, forcing him to face me. “Tell me!” I shouted, my voice trembling with anger and pain. “Did you… did you have sex with her?”

Killian’s eyes flashed with rage.

“Enough!” he shouted, yanking his arm free and shoving me back.

I stumbled and nearly fell, my heart shattering into pieces.

“I told you to go back to the room! Or I’ll do something that will make you regret it!” he hissed before storming off, leaving me standing there in tears.

I felt hollow as I made my way back to our bedroom, my legs barely able to carry me. Once inside, I closed the door and curled up on the bed, sobbing until exhaustion overtook me.

Sometime later, I woke up to the sensation of someone’s hands wrapping around my waist. My eyes flew open, and before I could speak, a hand clamped over my mouth.

“Shh, it’s me,” Killian whispered.

“I’m sorry for what happened earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Killian, what are you—” I started, but he cut me off by pulling me closer.

He pressed his lips to mine, silencing any protest I might have had. His touch was firm, and before I could fully process what was happening, he was on top of me.

Despite everything—the anger, the betrayal, the heartbreak—I gave in.

Maybe it was because I loved him, or maybe it was because I was too foolish to let go.

I whispered his name, “Killian,” my voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

That night, something happened between us. And for better or worse, I let it.