Novels by Toria

"Please don't do this to me, sir", the words tumbled from Cynthia's lips in a begging manner as suddenly she dropped on her knees, falling to the floor in a prostrating pose. She caught his trousers' hem, her fingers clasping over it like pincers as she begged for forgiveness. Her face streamed with tears that fell from her eyes as in a heavy rain while she wept uncontrollably.Her shoes slipped from her feet as she rocked back and forth, her body convulsed with sobs, her hoarse voice repeating pleadings. But he showed no compassion on his face at her anguished cries; his eyes flashed in anger, not softening. The more her tears seemed to enrage him, the darker his face grew with every passing moment."Andre!" Enzo thundered, his voice reverberating through the room as he called out for the security guard. There was complete silence-no response at all. Enzo turned back to Cynthia, his eyes flashing with anger, and pushed her hands off his trousers."Leave me alone," he snarled, l

The sudden urgency of the notification sent a ripple of curiosity through the workers, who began to murmur among themselves."What would be the reason for the urgent meeting?" one of the workers whispered, as they all speculated what could have prompted Enzo 's sudden summons.The calmness and the trepidation somehow merged in the faces of the workers as they filed into Enzo 's office, treading like they were on eggs, knowing full well the volatile nature of their boss. The air was heavy; there was tension everywhere, filled with unsaid fears.Sera stood at the back of the room, observing with an analytical mind the scene unfolding before her eyes. She let her eyes roam across the room, taking in even the minutest details of the workers' body language: how they avoided looking into each other's eyes, the way their shoulders sagged in defeat.Enzo 's voice cut through silence as sharp as a knife."Cynthia," he called out, leaving no room for argument.Cynthia, Marco 's assistan

Sera stood before Enzo , her eyes flashing with anger and hurt as she complained in a quivering tone of voice. "You can't continue treating me like nobody." This was from the heart-a forlorn hope that she might appeal to whatever humanity was left inside Enzo 's cold, calculating heart. In reply, Enzo drew upon an insult as if in a slapping manner: ".his words cutting and cruel."Oh, yes, you are a nobody," he sneered, his voice full of malice. "I mean, you were used to paying debts, so you don't have any value." His words were a brutal reminder of Sera's circumstances, the harsh truth from which she couldn't shield herself.She stood there, staring at a point on the floor, as if even Enzo 's gaze was a weight she couldn't bear. She felt gutted, like the breath had been kicked out of her body. After this, there was a strained silence, and it only thickened the air with tension.Enzo 's voice finally cut into the silence; his voice was sudden, hard, and commanding."Return

Sera's eyes rounded in surprise, her face afire with indignation."No, Enzo , you can't do that," she shot back, anger raising her voice. "I don't accept this. I just came back, and you want to have sex with me? Really?" She asked, words tripping out in a rush of indignation.The black color fell on Enzo 's face, his eyes flashing with anger. "You do not have the right to say anything," returning and yelling off the walls. "You are my pet, and the sooner this is retained in your mind, the better for you. Okay?" He asked tentatively, keeping the lead under the sound of his voice.The air was thick with tension, heavy with words that should have been spoken long before today. Her heart went on a wild rush, her head spun, as Enzo 's words struck home.She knew she had to tread really cautiously to get out of the dangerous waters of Enzo 's desires and expectations. Yet, she knew she just couldn't give in; she could not surrender without some kind of fight. But to what end was thi

Sera thought about all that had happened while sitting in the rich car, distraught and hopeless. The plush leather seat seemed to blend into her frame, while the low purr of the car disappeared into a hum, forgotten. The world belonged only to her thoughts. The view outside was going somewhere-places and people; one passing blur.Enzo did not seem to be in the least bothered with Sera's distress. He was a man who believed in punctuality and efficiency above everything else, and his stern demeanor allowed no nonsense. He got out of the car, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Sera, his face masked with annoyance and disdain."I believe you haven't been in this kind of luxury car, that's why you are still here," said Enzo with a raised nose, as he stood outside the car, looking right at Sera.The words brought Sera from her reverie to the rude shock of reality. She looked around her, and then, with a bewildered note in her voice, she turned to the driver. "Have we reach

Sera was in the middle of preparing a modest dinner, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, when the front door suddenly burst open with a loud crash. She jumped, her hands fumbling with the knife, and turned toward the door to see three familiar men filling the entryway like a storm. The leader who had haunted her dreams the past two weeks, stepped in first, exudeing an aura so powerful, so menacing, it seemed to cast a shadow over the entire room. His dark eyes scanned the room with a calculated coolness, and she could see the outline of muscles under his tailored black suit.Her father, half-dazed and slouched on the couch, turned and froze. But then he seemed to recognize the man in front of him, his mouth twisting with barely concealed hatred. Stumbling to his feet, he spat the name, “Enzo,” like it was a curse.Sera’s heart skipped a beat. She’d heard that name in passing, spoken in hushed tones among those who dared to even mention it. “Lorenzo De Luca?” she whispered, her voi