"This is the first time—and the last."

That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had.

Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive.

She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed.
He wasn't supposed to come back.

But he did.

After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say."

Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it."

Was it possession... or affection?

A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Phoebe Peyton sat on Morgan Sterling's lap and pouted, "What are you thinking about? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"


A flicker of something crossed Morgan Sterling's eyes before he returned to his usual self. Holding her by the waist, he smiled. "Nothing. What did you just say?"


"I was saying, what kind of magic does that woman Leah Grant possess? Huh? Seducing Asher Keating wasn't enough, and now even my brother has fallen for her?"


The more Phoebe Peyton thought about it, the less she understood. Asher Keating was one thing—they had known each other for years, so there was at least some history there. But she just couldn't fathom why Liam Peyton would fall for her too.


"My brother was on the verge of getting engaged two years ago."


Phoebe Peyton's expression faltered, and she hesitated. Morgan Sterling studied her, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back through the fabric of her dress.


Chapter 254 - Chapter 254: That's... Liam Peyton?