No Strings Attached

The video had been taken in a hotel room in France, where lan had been set up that night.

Inebriated, he lay sprawled on the bed, unconscious, but every time Helena tried to get close to him, he deftly avoided her advances. Throughout the whole charade, not once did their skin even graze each other.

The entire scene was nothing but a farce orchestrated by Helena herself. So Elle had been right all along. The case involving lan was all about pulling her from the depths of despair.

Yet, it had cost him a fortune.

Accustomed to a life of luxury, lan had spent over a fortnight in a dank, dreary cell, even subjected to the pecking order established by his tough jail inmates.

He had stooped so low, all to see her rise again.

She had to admit that without this case involving lan, regaining her former glory would have taken at least six months, and as time passed, the industry might have forgotten her, sealing her fate.

brimmed with tears. She quickly shut down her computer and dashed for

that moment, her heart blazed with a longing for love, just as it had

slight figure plunged into the misty downpour, all to see that man just a moment

when he heard the

stood before him, completely drenched with water dripping down her face. Her eyes were bloodshot as she gazed at him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

His large hand brushed her forehead as he asked, "What's wrong? There was an umbrella in the car; why did you run through the rain?' Sensing something amiss, he grabbed a towel

watched him, her lips quivering from the cold, her voice raspy. "Ian, that case in France... you set it up,

a moment but soon

carefully wiped the rain from Clara's face, his voice soft. "I didn't set it up. I

"You had evidence to prove your innocence. Why did you

his own role in the victory. Overwhelmed by the tenderness in his eyes, Clara couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed lan's collar, stood on her tiptoes,