Even after insisting she didn't have to do that, that was a habit of hers she couldn't let go of whenever she got the chance to. The least I could do was be polite.Before I even got into the car, I could smell Dominic's manly signature scent and feel it flood my senses dominantly. I'd never felt butterflies this much in a row in my entire life, especially when he turned to look at me, our eyes instantly meeting.He was on the phone, talking to someone I figured had to be from work considering his tone. Still, the second I was in his sight, his eyes couldn't leave mine, his arm extended as if to guide me forward.I got into the car, heat crawling up my neck and stinging my cheeks when Dominic hooked his hand around my waist the second I sat, grasping me firmly and pulling me close to himself.My body collided with his lightly, our hips and shoulders touching. I looked up at him, my lips slightly parted as his hand travelled from my waist to cover my stomach.I looked away from him, ca
•Sofia•The drive to Dominic's condo took us nearly twenty minutes, and now, we stood by the door, patiently waiting for Greta to open it. Everything felt real now that I could hear footsteps approaching from inside, and I was beginning to overthink and overanalyse things.My socialising skills had improved, but they still sucked, especially since it was Dominic's little sister and I wanted to form a meaningful relationship with her but still feared she didn't like me. The feeling was something I couldn't describe, but one thing was for sure. My palms felt sweaty, and I was nervous.I looked up at Dominic, smiling politely to shield my nervousness. "Maybe I should wait for you downstairs in the car while you two talk things through," I suggested.Dominic reached for my hand and laced our fingers, gazing at me softly. "Don't be nervous, Sofia. I'll be there and nothing could go wrong. What better way to get to know each other than this?"I could name a thousand things that could go w
He turned back forward, gently dragging me along."What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Great yelled behind us as we exited the condo and Dom shut the door."Dom!" she yelled even louder from inside.The louder she called out, the faster Dominic walked towards the elevator. We got in, and he pressed the button to the ground floor, the doors instantly closing.He still held my hand, looking forward as he released a light, shaky breath.I looked up at him, placing my free hand on his shoulder. "Dom," I murmured his name, trying to read through his distress.He looked down at me swiftly, his hand moving to wrap around my waist before he swept me towards him for a tight embrace, his strong arms closing me in close to him entirely.The way he held me so securely in his arms made me feel so small yet so full of warmth and affection for him.He held me like he needed me and honestly, I needed him too. We needed each other and the feeling was gracefully overwhelming."You know I'll never
I nodded, following his eyes. "It's okay. I'll be patient but just as long as you always remember you have me in your corner and I'm a part of your support system no matter how bad or hard it may seem."Dominic's hand fell back to my waist as he held me close to him, his eyes just gazing into mine. Usually, I found silence and eye contact an uncomfortable and awkward combination, but with him, it was different.It was the peaceful kind I enjoyed with how he looked at me. It was the kind that had me daydreaming, wondering what he saw when he looked at me that made his eyes look so dreamy and breathtaking."Greta's had disheartening tendencies in the past, despite knowing the nature and intensity of our father's wrath," he began opening up to me.I quietly listened, keeping my mind open. I'd had my fair share of family drama to understand how diverse the situations could be."I was afraid she'd use my reaction to her behaviour as an excuse to try and run away or even harm herself. I'm t
•Dominic•Tracing Sofia's inner thigh slowly enough to observe her every single reaction made me realise just how flawlessly responsive her body was to even the slightest graze of my fingers.I could see a dilution of the innocence in her eyes, an enigmatic fire of suppressed desires and yearning slowly taking over. Despite her obvious silent plea to be erotically attended to and relieved, I couldn't miss the panic and shock widening her eyes and keeping her from staying still.The concept of being caressed by a man's hand was with no doubt new to her and she probably felt confused by the things she felt, things I could tell she was dying to dive deeper into. She just needed a little bit of guidance and a push of motivation assuring her it was normal and okay to feel as horny as she felt.There was no shame in feeling aroused and desiring befitting attention. She was mine to sexually fulfil and I wouldn't fail her.I slowly dragged my fingertips down her inner thigh until they were
•Dominic•Waking up with a massive erection wasn't exactly on my bingo card and having Sofia warmly wrapped in my arms, her naked body pressing into my groin hadn't helped in any way.I could feel my cock throb hard, fuelled by my hormones demanding I slammed balls-deep into her and take her until I could quench my thirst for her if that was even possible.That was the reason why I'd ended up leaving our bed and chose to take a cold shower and cool off afterwards in my office. Clearly, it wasn't of any help because I was heavily distracted and I could feel another erection grow just by thinking of the state Sofia had been in in the early hours of this morning.I couldn't even dream of penetrating her right now no matter how willing she was because I'd break and paralyse her with one thrust.It'd been too long since I last had a woman and the fact that the woman was her, my wife, made things even worse. She made my hormones feral and aroused the primal beast with a rampant libido wit
•Sofia•My first-ever press conference wasn't the best, but it had gone way better than I expected. I felt I'd done a really good job for someone who wasn't used to having multiple cameras and microphones in her face with reporters and journalists firing questions at me while I blatantly lied.I'd certainly had it better than Olivia, the centre of attention and a key player in this false narrative. From how she flawlessly followed the script and impeccably depicted a loving marriage with Teodoro, I could tell she'd been in the game for long.I pitied her, but at the same time felt she was making wise decisions by playing along until she could make her move. She had young children looking up to her. She was a mother and I knew she could do anything she could to protect them even if it meant tolerating their abusive father.A major stump in the press conference that'd given me slight hope of the situation turning around had been Greta's hesitance and nonchalance during her statement. S
"This conversation had started well, but your sentiments are beginning to annoy me," he warned me.I didn't feel shaken. "The door is that way so feel free to leave any second you begin to feel annoyed by facts.""Tell me, Sofie, how has Dom been treating you lately? Has he been telling you how bad of a father I am or those are your own words aimed at emotionally blackmailing me?"I chuckled dryly. "You'd know best since you put him up to it and don't tell me it has never crossed your mind that your children despise you.""Sofia—""The worst punishment any father can receive is resentment from his own children and I hope you feel it for the rest of your life and—""As long as they're here with me, breathing and alive. I'll take the resentment gladly," he seethed, anger written boldly on his forehead. "That's the lightest punishment a father can bear compared to losing a child altogether because that's irreversible!"The door swung open and Dominic walked in, panic lacing his eyes. "Fa
•Sofia•The room was cold and sterile, the bleak atmosphere giving me chills.I had prepared myself for this moment, or at least I thought I had, but the moment I saw her sitting on the other side of the glass, wearing that orange jumpsuit, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, my heart ached in a way I hadn't expected.It wasn't just the sight of her in that uniform, stripped of her elegance and pride—it was the realisation that, in some twisted way, Teodoro had won.He had not only taken part of my life, Natalie's independence, and Dominic's peace, but he had also claimed my mother, robbing her of the life she once had.I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move, walking to the chair opposite her.She didn't look sad, or even ashamed. She looked calm, almost resigned, as if this was where she was meant to be all along. That calmness unsettled me."You finally decided to visit," she said as I sat down, her tone casual, as though we were meeting for coffee instead of a convers
She was right.I squeezed her hand before standing. "Rest up, Ava. I'll go find him."Dominic hadn't been the same since that night. The weight of everything that had happened bore down on him, and it was evident in the way his shoulders sagged, the distant look in his eyes, and the way he seemed to retreat into himself more with each passing day.The depression was understandable, even inevitable, given the circumstances.He was caught in the crossfire of public scrutiny, family collapse, and his own unresolved emotions. The media hounded him for statements he didn't have, and at work, there was constant pressure to clean up the mess left in the wake of his father's actions.To make matters worse, people looked to him to explain decisions and actions he hadn't even been privy to, let alone part of.Every time I tried to approach the topic, he would give me a faint, practiced smile and tell me, "I'm fine, Sofia. I've got this under control." But I knew better. His voice lacked convic
I didn't look back, but her words stayed with me as I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding with a singular, unrelenting purpose.I'm going to end this.The moment I saw Liam weaving through the chaotic crowd toward me, I knew he had something. His face was tight with urgency, his steps quick."We found the location," he said without preamble, his voice low but steady. "The live stream—it's still coming from inside the building. Last floor."I felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through me. "Send me the location," I barked, already turning toward the elevators.Liam quickly complied, his fingers flying over his phone. "Be careful, Sir. He's—""I know," I cut him off, my focus razor-sharp.I didn't wait to hear the rest. The moment the notification buzzed on my phone, I took off. My shoes pounded against the polished floors, drawing startled glances from guests who had no idea what was unfolding.The elevator was taking too long, each second dragging like an eternity. I slammed my fi
•Dominic•The room erupted in murmurs and whispers as Greta's words hung in the air like a thundercloud.All eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him—Teodoro, the man she had just called to the stage. My father. But he was nowhere to be seen.My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of dread and anticipation. This moment had been building for years, an inevitable confrontation that none of us could run from anymore.The murmuring grew louder, filling the silence left by Greta's challenge. I noticed some familiar faces—investors, socialites, and other attendees—shifting uncomfortably, stealing glances at me as though expecting some explanation, but I didn't have one and I never could.All I could do was clench my fists and watch Greta stand there, alone under the glaring spotlight, waiting.After a few minutes of silence, Greta exhaled audibly into the mic. She offered a wry smile, the kind of smile that came from years of enduring pain and disappointment."I suppose it's a little too much
But the murmurs weren't just for Ava. Greta's sleeveless gown, a stunning midnight-blue piece that swept elegantly to the floor, bared the scars etched across her arms and upper back. The jagged lines, a brutal history written in her skin, caught the light as she moved.It was brave. It was beautiful, and it was impossible to ignore.The weight of the crowd's stares hit me like a wave. I didn't hesitate. "Stay with Ava," I murmured to Sofia, before striding through the sea of whispers and glances toward them.Greta noticed me first. Her lips quirked in a soft, knowing smile, but before she could say anything, my hands were on her shoulders. I leaned in close, shielding her as best I could from the sea of prying eyes.The instinct to protect her was immediate, visceral, and unrelenting. My hands moved to remove my jacket, ready to drape it over her, but she stopped me."It's okay," she said softly, placing her hand on mine. Her voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears
The words struck like a slap, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it: the crack in his armour. His eyes widened slightly, and his lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. His hand trembled, hovering near his side, before he clenched it into a fist.His expression twisted—a storm of anger, disbelief, and, beneath it all, something else. Pain. Loss."You're a fool," he spat finally, his voice cold and sharp like a blade. "A naive, pathetic fool. You think you're winning? You think you're better than me? One day, you'll see the truth. Family is power, Dominic. And you've lost that. You've lost everything."His words were meant to cut, to wound, but I saw through them. Beneath the venom, I could see the man who had once been my father, who had once loved us. That man was buried now, consumed by his rage, his grief, his inability to let go of the past.I took a step back, my voice calm but firm. "No, Father. You've lost everything, and you have no one to blame but yourself."His eyes fl
•Dominic•Teodoro stood in the middle of the destruction he'd created, his frame imposing despite his slight sway from too much whiskey.The rage in his eyes was tempered only by the faintest glimmer of despair, the cracks of a man who had lost too much but refused to accept responsibility for any of it."Where are they, Dominic?" he demanded again, his voice slurred but no less venomous. "Where is my family? Where is my wife? My children? You think you can take them from me?"I stood a few feet away, the tension in the room so thick it was hard to breathe. I felt Sofia's lingering gaze from the stairway behind me, her worry anchoring me, but I didn't dare turn around.If she came down, she'd be walking straight into his line of fire, and things would definitely escalate and blow out of proportion. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if he tried to harm her in any way."They're not yours anymore," I said, my voice calm but firm, though my stomach churned. "They're not possessi
I stiffened, flipping through evidence of bank transactions. "Any connection to my father?""Not directly," Liam admitted. "But there's evidence of two large payments—one before the incident and one after. Both were transferred from Cayetana Martel's account."I froze, reading the name again. "Natalie's mother?"Liam nodded grimly. "Her contact details are all over his phone records, and surveillance footage shows her meeting him in person with a suspicious bag. An arrest warrant has been issued."It didn't make sense. How could Cayetana do this to her own daughter? I shook my head, trying to process the betrayal."Anything else?" I asked."Yes," Liam added. "You've received a formal invitation to a gala hosted by Olivia. It's three nights from now, and it's marked as compulsory attendance."I nodded slowly. Olivia's plan was still unfolding, and if she was gathering a crowd, it could only mean one thing: the endgame was near."Thanks, Liam," I said, patting his shoulder. "Keep me upd
"Please!" I begged, my voice rising, my breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. "Just tell me where she is! My sister could be hurt, or alone, or worse, and I—I don't know if I can—"Just then, my mother's voice cut through the haze, sharp and unmistakably furious. "What's going on here?"I whirled around to see her standing in the hallway, her eyes dark with anger. She looked from me to the nurse, her brows knitting together as she took in the scene."Mom," I said, my voice filled with accusation. "How could you do this? How could you take Ava without telling me? You promised!"She stared at me, her mouth falling open in genuine shock. "What are you talking about? I didn't transfer Ava. I thought you would be here with her right now. They wouldn't let me see Natalie either. Was that your doing, Sofia?"The anger I'd felt toward her fizzled, quickly replaced by cold, numbing confusion. I blinked, trying to make sense of her words. "Wait—you didn't—?""No," she said firmly, her face