Kalmia Paxton finds herself drawn into a deal with a man known as The Devil—a ruthless billionaire—due to her vulnerable circumstances. She’s fighting to reclaim her position as a high-profile model in Russia, a title she lost after a scandal that led to a devastating one-night stand with a stranger. They parted ways that night, only to meet again six years later when Arrow Spears offers her a contract marriage that will change her life forever.
View MoreARROW’S POV The moment was a blissful cocoon wrapped around me, and suddenly I was disturbed by the sound of knocking on the door. "Who is that?" I asked in a low husky voice as I slowly drew myself from Kalmia’s embrace. The throbbing of my whole desire down there was feeling lost, with her pussy warmth disappearing away. "It's me, Daddy," came the soft voice from outside the door. "May I come in?” Yes, it was Dawn, our daughter, and her child-like voice was like that cold splash of water, effectively breaking whatever was going on between Kalmia and I . Kalmia’s eyes went wide with alarm as she quickly sat up with a face clouded in concern. "We can't have Dawn see this, please," she hissed urgently, as hands were getting busy making signs at me to get dressed. I nodded rapidly in answer, and immediately we both scrambled to get our clothes on, with hands rushing across bodies side to side. Once upon a time, the respectable walls of Kalmia’s and my conscience established mutu
ARROW’S POV THE NEXT MORNING As my eyes peeled open, warm sun rays crept inside the window and lovingly shone on my room. I was stretching my body and letting go of any feelings of tiredness from the previous day. Turning to the left, my gaze fell on Kalmia, my lovely wife, in deep slumber. Her face shone brightly, glowing from within with some ethereal charm almost unreal. But it was the extra glow that came on her face this particular day. It was indeed very marvelous and luminant - her skin shining like a brilliant flower reflecting sunrays-and I could not help thinking with pride and wonder, "My sperms sure are working wonders on Kalmia." I was just brushing my fingers against her soft cheeks, for I was feeling the gentle warmth upon my skin. The sight of her soft face fully resembled a rose petal. Her beautiful curves sparkled in my mind as I caressed that face: the slightly irregular curve of the delicate nose leading to the luscious lips. With each passing moment, my he
ARROW’S POV It was magnificent sunshine, and in the entirety of the scene, Dawn and I walked to the car slowly, the gentle sounds of gravel crunching underfoot promising to soothe. The tune that lay softly in the background seemed so in time with the rhythm of our feet; Dawn's humming formed a most harmonious accompaniment to the music, indicating yet again serenity wrapped around us both. That was what the outside world became as we drove away from there: dramatic scenes with rolling landscapes, thick woods, and bright flowers leaping up and down like nature's ballet still throwing about colors in the light wind. But then, inside the car, it was just easy, pure with Dawn's buzzing and soft music - creating a soothing theatrical ambiance lulling the whole outside world into a quiet slumber. And there we were finally at the proverbial place, Dawn and me out of that car. We stretch our muscles, reflecting on the sights and sounds of the sit-out. The sun was at its prime, complemented
ARROW’S POV There comes a sit-out where there will be a sunny afternoon bathing the freshly manicured lawns of grass with rays of sunlight that sweep down to floor level. The scent of freshly cut grass chimed in with the chirp of birds, fluffing the ambiance around us with tranquility. Tourists were all over this place, almost literally spilling out in glee for the family picnic. With that, Dawn saw the sight and her eyes sparkled with joy, her little voice ringing with jubilation as she yelled, "Yeah, we're here, Daddy!" Her ponytail bobbed up and down as the little one energetically hopped and ran out of the car. Laying out mats on the grassy stretch was the next thing we did. The soft sound of rustling mats as we spread them out was in harmony with the mild rustling of the nearby trees from the breeze. Dawn had gathered her pack of mats with Jemima and Kally quietly working great efficiency with smooth hands that brushed away wrinkles. But Dawn had other ideas. She made a beelin
KALMIA’S POV The face of Jemima lit up as if carrying all the lights from heaven, her eyes sparkling as diamonds beneath the sun, showing what looked like the brightest love towards Dawn-an undiluted, pure love, strong and unwavering. All her being radiated warm happiness as if that even the presence of Dawn had ignited that kind of burning fire inside her being. She hastened to open her arms and attempted to wrap them around Dawn in that warm, close embrace, as if the girl would not let her ever go anymore. A sweet sound escaped as her lips brushed against Dawn's face and followed it with soft kisses before whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The very voice was so soothing like music with a sweet gentle melody that seemed to got into Dawn's soul. Jemima's hands stroked Dawn's face, tracing the beautiful contour lines of her cheeks, her nose, and finally her lips, as though memorizing every detail and feature of the expression. "My darling, how are you doing?" asked Jemima, her v
Arrow and I stepped out of the house while Jemima remained inside, her slumber undisturbed. The sunlight poured warmth around us.Just as we were beginning to enjoy our quiet morning walk, a small pocket-rocket zoomed past with great enthusiasm. I was taken by surprise, seeing Dawn trotting towards us with lively little legs.I took advantage of a passing angle, and there in the distance was another man waving us goodbye. Surprise, curiosity, and mild worry poured within me. Who was that man, and why was Dawn with him?With dawn approaching, I was caught by her bright smile and her sparkling eyes. "Mommy, Mommy!" was the excited call by her tiny voice, holding a biscuit in her hand, and neatly dressed hair was proof that somebody else took care of the child.It was amazing to realize how well taken care of my little girl was and how happy she appeared. A mixed wave of emotion - relief and thankfulness but also with a strong element of intense love- cresting in my heart, and when I loo
When I returned from outside, I found Jemima sitting on the couch with concerned yet relieved eyes. Tension emanated from her body, so much that it resembled a person gripping something fragile, but somehow that tension transformed into a strength that has withstood all trials. Stealthily, I walked to her, almost as if walking not to awake a sleeping child. "It's all right, my love," I said soothingly, as if to a frightened beast. "This will be all right." I wanted to comfort her but the very doubt glittering in her eyes held my claiming the truth at bay. "Let me make some soup," I decided, steering the focus away from her pain. "It helps to dull the ache." I knew that soup did really nothing, a mere comfort, but comfort is comfort. Jemima nodded, her answer just a whisper, "Okay." The very tone she used made it seem like even whispering required a struggle. Into the kitchen I went, my hands acting on their own accord, as though one were performing an exercise learned long ago.
When I got out of the vehicle and stepped onto the aged asphalt surface of the old warehouse, my vision started to hunt the environment, like the one searching for treasure hidden. Like someone hiding their true intentions, the dim light thrown long shadows on the ground. I walked cautiously, footsteps echoing on the walls, like a person trying not to wake somebody up. I looked around the room, taking in everything from dusty crates to rusty machinery, like someone pulling pieces together, probably to fit a puzzle. And then, I saw Kalmia. As if that treasure had finally been found. She was bound to a chair, arms tied behind her back-like a captive. The face was pale and drawn, almost like that of someone exhausted by a long journey. From her looks, one could tell she was real-well, well, extremely-tired, like one who has spent all energy reserves. Her eyes looked sunken, gaunt, like someone peering into the darkness, and her skin was dry and cracked, like a person suffering from deh
Frozen in shock, I stood there, while Jemima's words hung over the scene like a challenge waiting to be answered. "Kalmia is missing," she finally said; her voice was soft and hesitant, the voice of a woman afraid of being criticized. I felt a shock of panic, as though some being had punched me in the solar plexus, and I managed, "How? Who took her?" But in my mind there was such a noise of thought, like a flash of lightning trying to assemble a jigsaw from the previous night. Jemima, gazing into the pit, stated, "I don't know. I woke up this morning and she was gone. But I heard a shout during the night, I just didn't know it was her.” The words hung on her lips, laced with deliberation, like a person trying to explain something very complex. Fists clenched, I walked with that furious anger, trying to stifle a storm inside me toward the doctor's office. Smoke filled my mind about my missing daughter and now my missing wife. "My daughter was the first; now it is my wife," I said,
My sheer, white veil covered my face, the fabric trailing down to my knees. My bridal gown stretched far behind me as I took slow, calculated steps toward the devil standing a short distance away.Everyone’s faces were filled with smiles, their happy expressions bringing tears to my eyes—tears I couldn’t let fall.They were all so pleased to see their king, the most handsome and powerful man in Russia’s entertainment industry, finally getting married.Everyone seemed happy.But I wasn’t.Here I was, walking slowly into an unavoidable hell ruled by the devil I was about to marry.This devil, whom fate brought me to through an accidental one-night encounter—six years ago.With each step, I reassured myself that it was only for a year.Just one year.It was a contract marriage.It would end soon.But even as I held on to this hope, I found myself getting tangled in his piercing gaze. His cold eyes seemed to whisper something dangerous to me as if they were telling me…I was in.In for a ...
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