Debt Of Honour.
Blurb (Synopsis)
Outspoken florist Elara Vance thought she was storming a billionaire's empire to reclaim her mother's stolen legacy. Instead, she walked into a trap-and walked out bound by a marriage contract.
As Elara and the cold, calculated Julian Vane clash in a world of opulence and deceit, a dangerous attraction ignites. But in the Vane family, secrets are deadlier than scandals. When the price of honor becomes their very survival, Elara must decide if the man she's forced to marry is her greatest enemy-or her only hope.
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Chapter 4
The smell hit her first.
Smoke.
Burnt wood.
Melted plastic.
Ruined memories.
It clung to the air like a curse.
Elara stood frozen at the edge of the floral district, her fingers digging into her palms as she stared at what was left of her life.
Floral Essence was gone.
Not completely destroyed.
But wounded.
The wooden roof had collapsed inward. One side of the shop was blackened and cracked. The glass display where her mother used to arrange roses and lilies lay shattered on the ground. Half-burnt flower pots were scattered like fallen soldiers.
Her knees buckled.
"No..." she whispered.
Julian was already out of the car, barking orders into his phone.
"Get the fire department back here. Now. And call the site manager. I want answers."
Elara didn't hear him.
She ran.
Past the security line.
Past the shocked crowd.
Past the reporters shouting questions.
She ran straight into the ruins.
"Papa!" she screamed.
Her voice tore through the smoke.
Papa! Answer me!
Kain rushed after her. El! He's here! He's with the paramedics!
Relief hit her like a wave.
She turned and saw her father sitting on a stretcher, oxygen mask over his face, his chest rising weakly.
A nurse was wiping soot from his hands.
Elara collapsed beside him.
Oh God... Papa... I'm here... I'm here...
Her father's eyes fluttered open.
Elara... he whispered.
Tears streamed down her face. I thought I lost you.
.
He lifted a trembling hand and brushed her cheek. I'm sorry... I tried to... save the roses...
Her heart shattered.
Those roses had been her mother's favorite.
Behind her, Julian stood silently, watching.
For the first time since he had met her, he didn't know what to say.
This wasn't a negotiation.
This wasn't a boardroom.
This was real pain.
And it was bleeding all over his shoes.
Elara slowly stood up.
Then she turned.
And saw him.
Her eyes changed.
From fear...
To rage.
You.
Julian took a step forward. Elara, I,
She slapped him.
Hard.
The sound echoed.
Gasps erupted around them.
You did this! she screamed, hitting his chest again and again. You! Your company! Your machines! Your orders!
He didn't block her.
Didn't stop her.
He let her hit him.
"I warned you! she cried. I begged you! I showed you the papers! But you didn't care!"
"Stop, El," Kain tried.
Don't touch me! she shouted.
She shoved Julian.
My father almost died because of you!
Julian's jaw tightened. I didn't order this.
Liar!
I didn't, he said firmly. No demolition was scheduled today.
She laughed bitterly. Do you hear yourself? You destroy people's lives every day and still pretend you're innocent!
I'm trying to fix this.
Fix? she screamed. Can you fix thirty years of work? Can you fix my mother's hands that planted every flower here?
Silence.
Julian's eyes darkened.
I didn't know, he said quietly.
She froze. Didn't know what?
That this place... meant this much.
Her laughter was broken. Of course you didn't. You've never had to fight for anything in your life.
He flinched.
Everything was handed to you, she continued. Money. Power. Protection.
She pointed to the ruins.
This was all we had.
A paramedic approached. "Miss, we need to take your father to the hospital."
Elara nodded weakly.
"I'm coming," she said.
Julian stepped closer. "My private hospital is ten minutes away. It has better equipment."
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
Not for him.
For her father.
The hospital waiting room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Machines beeped softly.
Her father lay unconscious, tubes running into his body.
Elara was pacing around uncomfortable.
Julian stood near the door, unsure if he was welcome.
"You can leave," she said without looking up.
"I won't."
She looked at him sharply. Why?
"Because I owe you answers"
She folded her arms. "Then talk."
He exhaled.
"Three months ago, Julian began, my mother secretly transferred control of several land projects to a private firm."
"What firm?"
He hesitated. "Vane Holdings West."
Her eyes widened. "That's still your company."
"On paper, yes. In reality, it's hers."
She stood. You mean... "she's been running this behind your back?"
"Yes."
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Julian looked away.
"That demolition today... he said quietly. It wasn't approved by me. Someone fast-tracked it."
"Who?"
"My mother."
"She's been planning this redevelopment for years. She wanted the land, and she wanted a way to control me and show me how it's done."
"So... she burned my life to prove a point." Elara stood up, her voice trembling. "Your family is evil."
Before Julian could respond, a nurse rushed into the waiting area. "Miss Vance! Your father's oxygen levels are crashing." "There's internal fluid in his lungs, a complication from the smoke inhalation and his existing condition. We need to operate immediately."
Elara's world tilted. "Operation? Tonight?"
"Yes. If we don't, he won't make it to sunrise" The nurse looked at a tablet. "The cost for the emergency surgery and the post-op care is estimated at two hundred thousand dollars."
"Two hundred thousand." "It might as well have been two hundred million." Elara swayed, her legs giving out. Julian caught her by the waist, his grip firm and steady. She didn't pull away this time; she didn't have the strength.
"I'll cover it, Julian said firmly to the nurse."
Elara looked up at him, hope and horror warring in her eyes. Julian...
"The offer still stands, Elara," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a cold, clear intensity. "I pay for the surgery." "I pay for his recovery." "I will rebuild your shop." "But you'll sign that contract tonight." "You become my wife."
Elara looked at the doors where they were wheeling her father toward the operating room. She looked at Julian, her savior and her captor.
"I hate you, she whispered."
"I know, Julian replied. I'll be back."
Julian didn't wait for his driver. He drove himself to the Vane Estate, the tires of his Porsche screaming as he tore up the driveway. He burst through the front doors, ignoring the butler.
In the grand drawing room, his mother, Mrs. Vane Victoria, was sipping tea. Sitting across from her was Genevieve, the bougie girl from the office, looking perfectly polished.
"Julian, darling," Victoria said, not even looking up. "You're just in time." "Genevieve was just telling me about her family's new vineyard in," -
"Get out," "Genevieve," Julian snapped.
The girl gasped. "Excuse me?"
"Now." Julian's voice was a low growl. Genevieve looked at Victoria, who gave a slight nod, and then scurried out of the room.
Julian turned on his mother. "You almost killed him." "You burned the shop, and you almost killed an old man who could barely breathe."
Victoria set her teacup down with a delicate clink. "Don't be dramatic, Julian." "It was a demolition." "A bit of smoke is hardly a murder attempt."
"You did it to force Elara's hand! Julian roared." "You bypassed my authority to ruin a family!"
Victoria stood up, her face a mask of cold entitlement. "Over my dead body will I allow my son to be associated with a rude, disrespectful pauper." "I had to put her in her place, Julian." "She threw an egg at me! She insulted the Vane name in public!"
"She's a human being, Mother!"
"She's a distraction," Victoria countered. "That old man should just give up and be with his late wife instead of dragging that poor girl into his mess. He's a burden." "They're all burdens."
Julian stared at her. He felt a chill go through him. "How do you even know about her mother?" "How do you know about their history?"
Victoria laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "I'm your mother." "How do you think this establishment still runs with your father gone?" "I know every debt in this city." "I know every weakness."
She stepped closer, poking a finger into Julian's chest. Stay away from that girl. She's bad luck. She's a parasite. You're using her to spite me, to get revenge for Genevieve, but it will blow up in your face.
"I'm not using her to spite you," Julian said, his voice turning icy and calm. "I'm using her to replace you."
Victoria's eyes widened.
"I love her Mother." "Elara will be my wife." "You wouldn't dare, Victoria whispered."
"Watch me." Julian turned on his heel. "And stay away from the hospital." "If I see your car within a mile of them, I'll leak the demolition logs to the press myself."
He walked out, leaving his mother trembling with rage. But as he got into his car, his heart was hammering. He had saved Elara's father, but he had just declared war on the most dangerous women he knew. And he wasn't sure if Elara would ever forgive him for the price she had to pay.
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9.7
I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him.
Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress—the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister.
Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair.
I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people.
But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse.
I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges.
The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill.
When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell.
But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone.
His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life.
I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me.
Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference.
"I'll do it, but I control the venue."
I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.
7.3
Ella Hart was adopted into a wealthy household, but she never lived like a daughter.
While her adoptive mother, Nora, indulged in luxury and high society, Ella was treated like little more than a servant, forced to do the hardest chores and surviving on scraps of affection.
Until the day her biological family finally found her and brought a shocking revelation.
Years ago, the Hart family had arranged a marriage alliance with the Sterling family. The bride was meant to be either Ella... or her beloved sister, Piper.
That day, the impossibly handsome man arrived in worn-out clothes. He was instantly rejected by Piper.
To escape her old life, Ella agreed without hesitation, but she would never have imagined the man in front of her was the richest CEO in the city...
8.5
After five years in prison, Alexia longed for freedom and the family she thought awaited her-only to discover a deadly plot orchestrated by the sister they cherished.
In her final moments, she realized those years were a sacrifice made to protect a bunch of leeches.
Reborn, she abandoned all hope for family and reshaped herself in darkness, turning pain into power.
Quietly, she began her revenge, using a dangerous man as her pawn to execute every step flawlessly and crush those who betrayed her.
But as she played her game, he pulled her closer and warned, "Think you can use me and walk away? Not a chance."
9.3
Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently.
Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi.
He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund.
The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened.
Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel.
"You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony.
Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin.
Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place.
Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away.
She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room.
She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had.
That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face.
Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him.
Her baby was alive.
With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.
7.7
The Billionaire's $500,000 Baby
"Sign the contract. Give me an heir. Then, disappear."
Liora Hayes has sixty minutes.
$500,000 or her mother dies.
No money. No hope. No way out.
Then Darian Volkov walks in.
The ruthless "Ice King" of Luminaire Corp doesn't want her heart. He wants an heir.
The deal is simple:
1. Carry his child.
2. Get the money.
3. Never return.
But the Volkov mansion is a gilded cage. Inside, Liora finds a lethal secret: Darian didn't choose her by chance. He is the son of the man who destroyed her father.
Now, she is carrying the baby of her greatest enemy.
The debt was paid in blood. The contract was signed in lies.
What happens when the Ice King refuses to let his "asset" go?
7.1
My father sold me to a monster to settle a debt. One minute I was a debutante at a gala, and the next, I was being hunted through the service corridors by my own stepmother’s security.
I scrambled into a dark penthouse to hide, only to be pinned against the wall by a man whose body felt like a wall of searing heat. He smelled of rain and expensive cedar, his voice a low, pained growl as he gripped my wrist so hard the bone nearly ground together.
The next morning, the "Wall Street Monster" arrived at our estate to collect his prize. My father signed the contract without reading a single page, trading me for a wire transfer while my sister laughed at my impending doom.
"I heard he uses knives in bed," Kacy whispered, "Hope you have thick skin, sis."
A balding, cruel man claimed to be my husband, but it was the silent bodyguard standing in the shadows who caught my tray when I stumbled. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and his voice was the same gravelly baritone from the dark room the night before.
I was terrified, caught in a web of lies about a disfigured beast who supposedly broke women for sport. I didn't understand why this "bodyguard" was looking at me with such predatory intensity, or why he was the only one who stepped in when my father tried to shove me.
Then, inside the car, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes and a face that was devastatingly handsome.
"I am Gideon Blackburn," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "And in this house, there is only one rule: Never lie to me."
The monster wasn't who they said he was, and he was about to show my family exactly what happens when you try to destroy something that belongs to him.