KIERA’S POVI nervously paced my room, biting my finger as my anger simmered. Enough is enough. I was done being the victim, the prey, or whatever Gabriel calls it. Living in fear was no longer an option.Gabriel had instructed me to stay in my room when we returned, and since then, I hadn’t seen a shadow of either him or Damien, and I was burning to know what they were doing to the wretch who had abducted me.Most people say when your head isn’t in the right place, your brain hits snooze Well, talk to me directly. Without thinking twice, I stormed out of my room.I approached Gabriel’s door and knocked, but there was no response. I tried Damien’s room next, but it was just as silent.As if it was planned, Lewis appeared, and we were on the same page—looking for Gabriel.“Hey, have you seen Gabriel?” I asked, urgency in my voice.“No, I’m looking for him too,” Lewis replied, pulling out his phone.He dialed Gabriel’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.“That’s odd. Gabriel doesn
KIERA’S POVI lay motionless on my bed, my eyes wide on the ceiling, watering as I had been in that position for God knows how long. I had been numb ever since, unable to comprehend why anyone’s sister would want them dead. Isn’t blood thicker than water anymore? I desperately wanted this to be a dream, one that would end with me going back to papa, to find Elise and Dahlia sitting on the couch and plotting another way to make my life a living hell. Even though I dreaded that life, I longed for it now. At least I’d be free of the crushing realization that my sister is a monster! Like a tsunami, the pain had been crashing into me ever since.I recall when Elise was ten years old, and I, thirteen. She was one of the smallest in her class and often bullied, time and again, she would tell everyone that I wasn’t her sister, but I still defended her from all her bullies to the point where I was cornered and beaten, yet I never gave up on her, but she never appreciated anything I ever did fo
MIGUEL’S POVI was on my way to the warehouse to check on the shipment that was supposed to arrive today when I got a call from Joe. “We’ve retrieved the diamonds boss,” Joe reported.My eyes suddenly flew wide, “What? How did you—”“Tracked down some of Lucas’s relatives. His third cousin let slip that he has a sick mother in Brooke City. It was an easy grab; didn’t take much convincing to get her to hand over the diamonds.” he reported, his voice steady.“So where are they now?” I asked, straightening myself.“They’re in the vault boss,” he confirmed.“Good job, Joe. This calls for a celebration. Now, we can meet with the Russians. I’m on my way to the warehouse to check on the shipment, you could meet me there.” I said, ending the call.Ugghh! Good news like this never hurts anyone. I don’t know why they’re so difficult to come by. Throwing my head back, I relaxed in the back seat, imagining all the things I could achieve with both the Russians and South Coast cartel by my side, a
DAMIEN’S POVThe night was surprisingly warm, so I decided to take a quick dip before dinner. After a hectic day filled with back-to-back board meetings, I could feel a headache creeping in, and a swim seemed like the perfect way to clear my mind. As I slid into the pool, I felt the cold waves of the water washing the day’s stress away, and I enjoyed every stroke that I made, feeling lighter with every movement.I went deep into the water, submerging myself fully while I held my breath for about a minute, and suddenly, I saw a figure standing above me. I popped my head up to find Evans, my Intel man, looking down at me.Swimming to the edge of the pool, I brushed the beads of water off my face, my legs still dangling in the water.“What do you have for me, Evans?” I posed inquisitively.“A few of my colleagues said they spotted her in Haven City, but I’m yet to confirm that rumor,” he relayed.My face instantly went sour, “You know better than to dwell on rumors. Find out if she’s ac
KIERA’S POVI changed quickly, blow-drying my hair before applying some lip gloss and mascara. I threw on a casual mini-dress and headed to the dining hall. Gabriel and Damien were already waiting surrounded by a few house staff and all eyes fell on me the moment I walked in, causing my steps to falter.Gabriel had saved a seat for me, right between him and Damien and as I approached the table, simultaneously, they stood to pull out the chair for me. My heart did a backflip, as I noticed Gabriel’s curious gaze locking on Damien, who hastily retreated to his seat, feeling the pressure of his brother’s gaze.An uneasy smile formed on my face as I nodded in appreciation to Gabriel, settling into my chair.Once he returned to his seat, the staff started serving the dishes, and the room fell into an uncomfortable hush, broken only by the sound of clattering silverware and utensils.As I took a bite, I couldn't resist sneaking a look at Damien. Our eyes met, and he winked at me, and I smile
KIERA’S POVI woke up today with an unusual lighthearted feeling, almost giggly. I couldn’t pinpoint the reason, but maybe it was the events of yesterday still dancing in my mind.Just as I finished getting dressed, a knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I went to answer it and found Gabriel standing with a package in his hand.“Can I come in?” He requested calmly.“Sure,” I responded, fiddling with my dress.“Please change into this, you’re coming with me to the office today,” he said handing the package to me.My brows suddenly scrunched, “Why? I have nothing to do there,” I responded.“As my fake fiancé or whatever, it’s important for you to be familiar with our companies and business operations,” he added.“Oh, I see,” I nodded slowly.Opening the package, I discovered an additional box tucked inside, and I peeled it open, only to find a phone in it.“You got me a phone?” I asked, my excitement hitting the roof.“I thought it would come in handy and keep you entertained. Plu
KIERA’S POVAs I followed Linda to the kitchen, I marveled at the space. It was too luxurious for an office—marble countertops, sleek stainless steel appliances, and an air filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. But the atmosphere felt tense, like a storm waiting to break.Linda glanced at me, a smug smirk playing on her lips.“You sure you can handle making coffee? It requires a level of skill I’m not sure you possess,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.I forced a smile, choosing to ignore the jab, “I appreciate your concern, but I think I’ll manage.”Linda leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret. “Just remember, this isn’t your playground. You’re stepping into a world of real professionals.”My jaw tightened, but I maintained my composure, “Funny, you’d think a ‘real professional’ would encourage teamwork rather than throwing shade.”Linda’s eyes narrowed, “You think you can just waltz in here because you’re Gabriel’s what? His pet?
ELISE’S POVI got back from shopping right on time for dinner.“Where’s my husband?” I asked, throwing a look at Joe.“He’s in the dining room ma’am,” Joe responded.Perfect! What better opportunity to bond with my husband than over some delicious food? I had so much I wanted to discuss with him.Miguel was already munching on his food when I entered the dining room, my shopping bags dangling on my arm.“Hey, babe,” I called out, trying to inject some warmth into my voice. “I had the most amazing day ever,” I said, attempting to spark a conversation, but silence wrapped us like a thick fog, and it stung even more when he didn’t look up.I dropped the shopping bags onto a nearby chair, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the stillness.“Take these to my room,” I instructed Hannah, one of the maids.“Are you really gonna ignore me?” I pressed, my pulse quickening. “I thought we could chat over dinner,” I said, slumping onto the seat beside him.“Not now, Elise,” he muttered, his voice l
GABRIEL’S POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft golden glow. The first thing I saw was her—Kiera, lying beside me, her face serene in sleep. In that moment, I was struck by her beauty. She was stunning in a way that made my chest tighten. Her hair tumbled in soft waves around her face, and her lips, slightly parted, looked so inviting. Watching the rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.For so long, I had held back my feelings for her, but the incident with Linda had pushed me over the edge. I had confessed my feelings without thinking, and ever since, Kiera had been acting a bit awkward around me.I knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about sharing a room, but I craved the closeness, the intimacy of just being in the same space. When Abuela suggested it, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. I pretended to argue against the idea, but deep down, I knew there was
DAMIEN’S POVI tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around me like a noose. Kiera’s face haunted me—her laughter, her touch, the way her eyes sparkled, her smile. But that wasn’t what kept me awake all night. No, it was the thought of her with Gabriel.I couldn’t shake the image of them together. The way he looks at her makes it seem like she is the last drop of whiskey in a dry bar. What if something happened between them last night? Did she look at him the way she looks at me? Did she touch him? The mere thought made my stomach burn.I flung the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Do I trust Kiera? The two of them in the same room felt like dangling cheese in front of a mouse—an invitation to disaster, too tempting, too dangerous. Even if Kiera held her ground, I knew that smooth-talking bastard Gabriel could charm the skin off an apple.Just as I was about to drown in my thoughts, a knock echoed through the room.I barely had time to collect my thoughts when Be
KIERA’S POVAfter dinner, the room felt like a chamber in hell, simmering with unspoken words. Gabriel and I barely spoke to each other, and I could tell she sensed the tension in the air, but she said nothing, her silence almost deafening.Gabriel eventually retreated to his room, leaving me across from Abuela, who was diligently knitting a scarf, her needles clicking like a clock.“Mrs. Vanessa?” I finally ventured, my voice almost swallowed by the silence.“Oh, come on, dear. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we? You’ll soon be my daughter-in-law, so you might as well start calling me Abuela,” she replied, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.I forced a smile back, the warmth barely reaching my eyes, “Okay, Abuela. Thank you for the amazing meal. It’s been a long day, so I think I’ll call it a night.”Her gaze lifted, eyes sparkling with mischief that sent a shiver down my spine, “Rest well, my dear.”As I nodded, my heart raced with a flutter of anxiety.Upon our ar
ELISE’S POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process Hannah's words, “What did you just say?” I leaned in closer, my brows knitting together like two angry caterpillars.“Umm… Miss… Miss Freya is here,” Hannah stuttered, her confidence crumbling under my glare.“Are you stupid?” I bit out, my voice climbing an octave as I raised my hand, nearly striking her across the face. She flinched, stepping back as if I were a live wire and I halted mid-motion, catching myself just in time.I took a deep breath, my lips tightening into a thin line as I let my hand drop, “Where is she?” I demanded.“She’s, um… she…” Hannah cleared her throat, her finger awkwardly pointing toward the stairs as she scratched her neck, a nervous gesture that made my irritation flare.“Speak up already, you moron!” I snapped, my impatience palpable.Her eyes widened in fear, and she blurted, “She’s in the living room!”I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my nails digging into my skin as I fought to keep my composure
ELISE’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, feeling like a marionette whose strings had been cut, my body still throbbing from the wild, brutal passion of the previous night.The clock on the nightstand read 10 a.m., but the weight of my exhaustion kept me anchored to the sheets. Miguel had transformed me into his sex toy, exploring his dirtiest darkest fantasies. I knew I desperately wanted to be fucked, and touched by him, but I never signed up for this.Last night, he had bound all my limbs to the bedposts. The ball gag he used stifled my cries, rendering my protests useless. He fucked me till I almost passed out.When he was done, I tried to voice my discomfort, but he simply asked, “Are you tired of being in this marriage?” I didn’t need an encyclopedia to decipher what he meant. I realized then that I had only two choices: accept this new reality or contemplate the unthinkable—leaving him. But escape wasn’t an option I could entertain; I had too much to lose. So, I buried my feel
ABUELA’S POV“Catherine, would you be kind as to fetch my phone?” I called out from the backyard, the relentless ringing grating against my peaceful mid-morning.I took a deep breath and sipped my mango juice, feeling its coolness wash over me while I waited for her to arrive.“Here you go, ma’am,” she said, her voice warm as she handed me the phone.To my surprise, it wasn’t Gabriel’s name lighting up the screen but Rafael’s.A smile blossomed on my face, genuine and bright. I glanced at Catherine, a conspiratorial grin breaking free as I mouthed, “It’s Rafael,” followed by a soft giggle.“Hi, Mom,” he said, his voice like a soothing melody that instantly warmed my heart.“If I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you’ve forgotten all about your mother,” I teased, though my heart ached a bit as I said it.“Mom, that’s not fair! I’ve been swamped!” He replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.“Swamped, indeed, but surely not too busy to give your mother a call? It’s been o
KIERA’S POVThe next thing that followed was a chortle of laughter, uncontainable until I was practically doubled over.Gabriel squinted in confusion, clearly thrown off as I continued to laugh maniacally, clutching my stomach.“O… OmG… that..” I gasped, still pointing at him as if he were the punch line to a joke.“That’s the most… the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard.”But as my laughter began to fade, I noticed the serious look on his face, and suddenly my giggles felt inappropriate like I was laughing at a funeral. An awkward silence settled between us, and I was left fidgeting with my hair, my lips pressing together as I cleared my throat, avoiding his piercing gaze.“You.. umm.. you’re not joking?” I finally managed to ask, my eyes flitting around like a trapped bird looking for a way out.“Why would I want to joke with something as delicate as this?” He replied, his voice steady, almost too steady.My heart tumbled into my stomach, it was as if he’d thrown a grenade into my
KIERA’S POVI sat in the car scrolling absentmindedly through my phone yet my, fingers drummed nervously against my thigh, each tap a countdown to my rising anxiety.Every few moments, I shot a glance at the entrance, hoping to catch sight of Gabriel, but time seemed to stretch endlessly. What could possibly be taking so long? Was Linda okay? Or worse, was Gabriel in trouble? My stomach twisted, and I shifted restlessly in my seat, feeling like a lion trapped in a cage.Just then, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I looked down to see a message from Damien.[Hey]I replied almost instantly, my heart racing.[Hey][Are you okay?]His concern dripped through the screen, and I typed back rapidly, desperate for the connection.[Kinda][If it’s about what I said earlier, I’m sorry for catching you off guard, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel about you.]A smile broke through my worry, warming my heart. I could almost picture him, those charming eyes glintin
GABRIEL’S POV“Are you kidding me? You want us to tell her we met at a club? What would she think about me?” Kiera asked, her eyes wide, a mixture of disbelief etched across her face. “Or maybe we could say we bumped into each other at a coffee shop and you spilled coffee on me,” I suggested.“Abuela must know that you never get your own coffees! Besides, why must it be me who spills coffee on you? What happened to you spilling coffee on me?” Her tone was a dramatic cocktail of sincerity and jest.“Fine, let’s toss that idea. How about we tell her I was in some sort of trouble and you saved me?” she countered, trying to keep the tone light.“Abuela would want details, and we wouldn’t want to give her the slightest hint about how we really met,” I shot back, noticing her brow knitting together as she pondered.I sighed heavily, resting my head against the car seat. My thoughts were a chaotic storm.“Wait, what if we say we met on a dating site? It seems realistic and doesn’t raise any