Aiden's pov I won’t lie,Artemis stole my heart but is she gonna rip it? She is very razz, beautiful but razz. Oh my God, I sound like a scared little puppy, or am I just confused? I hate being confused, I will try giving her a chance to prove herself worthy and if she fails she will continue to be my tool , I bet she can manage at least not steal rich kids’ watch,even that of a mafia like me. Damn that bitch is no mentally adequate and it's kind of hot . What about Kane?what is he planning getting on my nerve like that,telling her that I love red hair, are they trying to break me and take over together? Shit!Kane is a devil and not to be trusted. He said,unbuttoning his shirt, biting his lips in annoyance and brushing his hair with his hand as his eye spot a delivery guy approaching. He sat on the relax chair outside, legs crossed lips pouting, staring curiously at the guy as he was approaching. “Mr Aiden you've got a delivery”the delivery guy said as he walked gently on thi
Strange Artemis’ POV “What the fuck is going on? Why is it taking them forever to come back from wherever they went to.?I'm just alone with guards that barely talk and maids that barely look at me in this big mansion.” “This has to stop, because what the fuck is this? maybe I am not tough enough or stubborn enough?” “Hmmm what if something happened, he could have given me a heads up or something or even tag me along, this is madly annoying. I need to make one of this maid my friend I need to talk to someone one, how can they just bend there head and parade around without wanting to gist or play games. Boring cunts, I bet that's why they are servants, they must really love their job till the extent that they won't tolerate even a single gist with me, Aiden's mistress.” “I have never been so rich and jobless before, I am not even rich I am just enjoying my own share .I feel like a furniture in the Kardashian's sitting room and it's making me go crazy, no fun, no damn fun , just
Artemis POV “Fuck!” I screamed as Aiden opened the button and the window allowing the rays of the morning sun to hit my face. “I'm not done sleeping,jerk!” “Get up,fat ass! We have to represent.” he said looking at me with his annoying cute eyes. I hate to admit it but for some reason he was looking cute. I gulped down my own saliva because I might begin to salivate over him which will make me look like a typical moron. Someone knocks on the door , “come in” Aiden said. It was the maids,Aiden left to get ready while they trooped in to kit me up like a human mannequin for exhibition. “It's Paris fashion week dear, you will have to go a little bit overboard with your dress, hair and makeup” the chief maid said to me as she brought out lots of magazines with hairstyles and makeup looks. “Like I have not been going overboard right from the first day I stole the watch,”I sigh in annoyance. Finally, I said when they were done, I walked careful in my new YSL heels towards the big
Aiden's pov I use to see her as razz but she almost fainted. Was there something she was not telling me? what was going on in her head? I really want to know ,the curiosity in me was building. She was good before we left, filled with energy and almost took my breath away with her outfit then in front of the paparazzi she couldn't breathe, if I hadn't gotten on time she would have landed on the ground, then they will really have something to say. God knows she would have landed in the hospital. Is she sick? Should I talk to her about it? I was an indecisive fuck! “Daymond what do you think happened to Artemis out there?” “Hmmm” Daymond clears throat. “ I don't know Sir.” “What do you mean you don't know, you spend more time with her because you are always around than I ever will be and you are saying you don't know, what's your job around here?” “Don't make me....” “I’m sorry Sir.” Daymond pleaded. “She is sleeping. Stand guard, know when she wakes up and give here anythin
Aiden's pov Waky waky, lazy ass, wake up. Damn you sleep a lot, it's good tho, so the amount of words you say a day can reduce because you are a very good talkative, I give you that credit. Don't force me to wake up, moveeeeee. Artemis said reaching for the second pillow Ok then, I guess the sun rays will do the job perfectly I said as I reached for the cotton opening it and letting the bright morning sun rays hit Artemis wonderfully. What a wonderful morning for a run, what do you think? Do you want to tag along? You are a jerk for interrupting my sleep like that but I will love to tag along. Artemis said as she stood up stretching. Ok then barbie get ready, I will too. You are being too jolly this morning seems like you ate a lot of sugar last night, oh the croissants, i knew it. Artemis said as she gets dress. She wore a white cotton leggings from Louis Vuitton, a black bodysuit singlet unbranded, and a white crop sweater from Louis Vuitton then concluded her look with a bl
Artemis pov It's 1 pm already and you said our date will be 2 pm, I should probably start getting prepared. You should. He said staring at me blankling which I snubbed. I went to search for the mean chef and his restaurant and I found out he was smoking hot, this explains the reason why young influencers and celebrities are following him. So you stalked him on social media right? Aiden asked biting his his lips and one brows up. Is he jealous, I thought for a while before I could reply. Yh , but I don't consider it stalking, I just searched for the restaurant on social media and his hot photo on his chef uniform popped up. Interesting, I am going to dress up, prepare to wear a black shades but we will also go with Daymond and one of the other guards. He said leaving. I really hope I didn't do anything wrong by viewing this chef, fuck. I am not yet ready to meet his cold side because others show cold side while he's is ice frosted. God help me. Oh shit I need to prepare fast.
Aiden's pov This is serious, what's will she do now oh my God,I don't know what to do, I don't know what to think about, I don't know what my next action should be. How can the social media be like this? how can the paparazzi be like this ? why would they do this type of thing to us the Creeks? I think it's high time we show them who the real boss is. It's so bad. I have to do something, nobody tampers with my own girl! not even the Queen of England. She deserves better. Because of this little incident they decided to use this against us, well they want our attention so badly in this fashion week, they will get it! Every single bit of it. Guess I have to talk to her, I wonder how she'll feel after hearing this. Artemis I need to talk to you, do you mind coming inside the room please. Yh, sure why not. She said Did you see the news headline? No, I didn't check, let me guess is it about me? She asked with a mean but distressed face. Yes, do you want to see it? Yes why not,
Aiden's pov I need to wear this chanel suit, it will grab there attention and Artemis will wear the Victoria secret dress that Tyla wore even with the wing, they will beg to view the show because instead of watching the show, they will watch us. And for the paparazzi they should better prepare questions because now more than ever I am more than ready to answer them and I hope they are ready to answer mine. I know they think they have knocked us down but I am so sorry sensiorita perferecter Mamacita paparazzi, we are coming bigger, larger and better. I have never been this eager to cause a chaos. Seems like I am learning from Artemis already, she got me influenced. I just hope she is ready as I am. Daymond , get me the latest Tesla model, the only one of its kind now. Wake up sleepy head, dress up , I would have woken you earlier but I left you to sleep, because we will be arriving late, so everyone will be seated, event would have started then the drama begins. So please I need
(Artemis’ POV) I knew something was wrong the moment I tried to stand. Pain. Sharp, deep, and all-consuming. For weeks, I had ignored the discomfort, brushing off Aiden’s concerns, assuring everyone that I was fine. I had always been strong—had survived things that should’ve killed me. But this? This was different. I braced myself against the vanity, sucking in a sharp breath. Aiden was already watching me from across the room, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed, ready to catch me if I fell. "You should rest today," he said, stepping toward me. I rolled my eyes. "I’ve rested enough." "Artemis." His voice was firm, a warning. I turned, meeting his gaze, ready to argue—when the pain struck again. It was like my bod
(Artemis’ POV)Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I had expected discomfort, sure. I had expected my body to change. But this… this was something else entirely.The exhaustion was unbearable.At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of our honeymoon—late nights in Paris, stolen kisses in hidden alleyways, and mornings wrapped in silk sheets with Aiden refusing to let me leave the bed. But then the nausea started, and I knew something was wrong.I tried to push through it, keeping up with my work, but even Naomi noticed."Boss, you look like you’re about to pass out," she said, frowning as she set down a stack of files. "You should rest.""I'm fine," I muttered, waving her off, but the moment I stood, the room spun.I barely heard Naomi calling my name before strong arms caught me."Artemis."Aiden.His voice was tight, controlled—but his grip was anything but. He held me as if I’d shatter, his eyes scanning me for injuries."You’re not fine," he said. "We’re goi
I woke up sore.A deep, aching soreness that was both a reminder and a warning. Last night had been… intense. More than I expected. More than I could have imagined. My body felt like it had been claimed, worshipped, and thoroughly ruined, all at once.Aiden wasn’t in bed, but the warmth on his side hadn’t faded yet. I blinked up at the ceiling, barely able to move, and then I smelled it—coffee. The scent curled into the room, rich and inviting, followed by the quiet creak of the bedroom door."You're awake."I turned my head and found Aiden standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.My stomach flipped. He was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. But it was the look in his eyes—the satisfaction, the possessiveness—that made my breath catch.He set the tray down beside me. A glass of water. Coffee. Toast. Painkillers."I figured you'd need this."I huffed out a laugh. "You think?"Aiden smirked but didn’t argue. Instead, he sat on the e
Artemis' POVParis.The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different.The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.Aiden stood at the altar, watching me.No guards. No enemies. No ulterior motives.Just him. Just me. Just us.My dress was simpler than the first one I had worn. No heavy jewels, no extravagant embellishments—just clean, elegant lines that moved with me as I walked. But Aiden? Aiden still wore black, sharp and commanding, his presence impossible to ignore.As I reached him, he took my hands in his, his grip steady, grounding.“We’ve done this b
Aiden’s POVI wasn’t used to an empty house.The penthouse was quiet, the kind of silence that made me restless. Artemis had left early, slipping out before dawn, her scent lingering in the sheets beside me. She had a fitting today—something about finalizing designs before her next trip. I hadn’t asked for details, but I knew she was busy.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling.She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t here.The coffee machine was still warm, the cup she’d set aside for me untouched. A plate covered with foil sat on the kitchen counter—breakfast she’d made before she left, knowing I probably wouldn’t eat if she didn’t.In the closet, one of my suits was laid out, ironed, with a note tucked into the sleeve: Wear this one. You look good in navy.She did things like that. Little things. Thoughtful things.For someone who had grown up fighting for every scrap of control, she gave so freely—to me, to the people she cared about.And I—I hadn’t given her nearly enough.I leane
Aiden’s POVFor the first time in my life, there were no contracts. No lies. Just her.But peace was an unfamiliar thing.I still woke up before dawn, instinctively reaching for the gun that wasn’t under my pillow anymore. My body was trained to react before my mind even processed that there was no longer a war to fight. My enemies were either dead, exiled, or too afraid to make a move.Yet, I found myself restless.The empire was still mine. The city still ran on quiet threats and well-placed alliances. But Artemis had planted a dangerous thought in my head—what if I ruled differently? What if I built something that wasn’t always on the verge of burning to the ground?She was asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her body curled toward me like she belonged there. And she did.I ran a hand down my face and exhaled.I couldn’t just sit still. That had never been my nature.So, I got up.---The sun had barely risen when I walked into the warehouse where my men were gathered. Conversa
Artemis' POVThe battle was over, but the aftermath lingered. Scars—some fresh, some old—marked more than just skin. The weight of the past did not simply lift because the fighting had stopped.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Aiden pace near the window. His reflection in the glass was sharp, rigid, like a man still expecting a knife in the dark. The empire was his now, but peace was foreign to him. Stillness felt unnatural."You don’t have to stay," he said, his tone measured, unreadable. "You’ve done enough."It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t even a suggestion. It was a defense mechanism. Aiden didn’t push people away forcefully—he gave them an exit and waited for them to take it.I tilted my head, pretending to consider. "And if I don’t want to leave?"His gaze flickered toward me, just for a moment, then away again. "Then you’re a fool."I rolled my eyes, standing. "That makes two of us."I closed the distance between us and pressed my palm against his chest, feeling the steady
Aiden’s POVThe study smelled of aged whiskey, leather, and cigar smoke—just as I remembered it from my childhood. Nothing had changed. The same books lined the shelves, the same decanter of bourbon sat untouched on the desk, and the same man occupied the chair at its head.I stood in front of Don Carlo, the weight of everything that had led to this moment pressing down on my chest. Kane was gone. Hera was locked away where she belonged. The war was over. And yet, the victory tasted bitter. It felt like exhaustion.My father—Don Carlo—sat behind his massive desk, his expression unreadable. The same man who had doubted me. The same man who had once called me weak."You’ve proven yourself," he finally said, voice heavy with reluctant acceptance. "The empire is yours."I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I studied him. The man who had shaped me, tested me, pushed me to the edge time and time again. And for what? To prove I was worthy of something I never truly wanted?"You thought I’d
Aiden’s POVHera screamed as the guards dragged her away, her shrieks cutting through the air like the wail of a banshee. She kicked and thrashed, her dark hair wild, her emerald-green eyes blazing with madness."You can’t do this to me!" she screeched, her voice raw. "Aiden, you think you’ve won?! You think locking me away will change the truth?! You’ll regret this—I swear it!"I stood motionless, watching as the woman I once knew was forced back into the nightmare she had clawed her way out of. My hands were clenched at my sides, my pulse steady, my face unreadable.The weight pressing against my chest wasn’t fear or anger. It was relief. A slow, settling kind of relief that came when a battle was finally over.There was no regret. No hesitation.She belonged there.The black van’s doors slammed shut, muffling the last of her wails. The driver exchanged a brief nod with the men guarding the facility before stepping into the driver’s seat. With a low, mechanical hum, the vehicle roll