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Twisted Fate: Power Plays

For Emma Montgomery, life as the pampered daughter of Manhattan's elite carried the weight of impossible expectations. Groomed from birth to lead her family's corporate dynasty, genuine love seemed an elusive dream amid the superficial trappings of wealth. That is, until a shocking proposal opened doors to an unexpected future. When her father arranges for Emma to enter a marriage contract with James Reynolds, the charismatic heir to a powerful political family, she sees it as an escape from her turbulent past. But neither Emma nor James could foresee the firestorm of passion and betrayal that would be sparked by their convenient union. As the one-year countdown on their sham marriage begins, Emma finds herself falling for James's unexpected depths and charm. But James has his own demons - bound by duty to fulfill his father's Machiavellian ambitions while his own heart belongs to another. As cordial pretenses melt into smoldering intimacy, their worlds collide in a maelstrom of corporate greed, political ambition, and star-crossed desire. In this sumptuous tale of love among New York's upper echelons, Emma and James become delicious pawns in a high-stakes game they never imagined playing. With every blistering secret revealed, every heart-wrenching choice posed, they must decide whether to surrender to the inescapable lure of power and privilege, or burn it all to the ground for a love too intoxicating to deny.

Twisted Riley · Urbano
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47 Chs

46: Midnight Confrontation

Emma's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her vision as she realized she had fallen asleep on the living room couch. The soft glow of the table lamp cast long shadows across the room, and for a moment, she was disoriented. The plush cushions beneath her had betrayed her, lulling her into an unintended slumber while she waited for her husband's return.

"Mrs. Reynolds?" a gentle voice called. Emma looked up to see Roseline, her maid, standing over her with a concerned expression. The older woman's kind face was etched with worry, her hands clasped tightly in front of her crisp uniform.

Emma sat up quickly, smoothing her rumpled clothes. She could feel the imprint of the couch's pattern on her cheek and inwardly cringed at how disheveled she must look. "Roseline? What time is it?"

"It's just past midnight, ma'am," Roseline replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid to disturb the stillness of the night.