âDid you miss me?ââAdrian? What⊠are you doing?â Anna stuttered, taking slow steps backward when Adrian began to stalk toward her.âI miss you, and I just want to spend some quality time with you." Adrian declared and demanded, "Tell me you feel the same." âAdrian, I... you are scaring me. This is the women's restroom; why are you here? Did you come to spy on women?â Anna asked, and Adrian frowned, his heart constricting from the pain of her words. How could she even think that of him? He wasn't a freak, and he would never stoop so low. Even though he was hurt, he forced a laugh and asked, hurt apparent in his eyes, âIs that what you think of me?â Anna shook her head, seeing the pain in his eyes. She had wanted to say something to distract him; she didn't intend to hurt or insult him.âNo, but I was curious. Why are you here?â Adrian's hands launched forward, seizing her by the shoulder as he demanded, his voice husky.âDo you love him?ââAdrian, let go of me!â Anna exclaimed.âNo,
It was a few minutes past midnight when the door of the enormous living room opened. Simona, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room dressed in a flimsy black nightgown, stood up on hearing her husband's familiar voice speaking, seemingly on the phone, and judging by the gentleness of his voice, it was obvious who he was speaking to. Acting like the fact that her husband, even though it was a contract marriage, was conversing with his first love at that hour didn't hurt, she tried to push those thoughts aside. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, her heart beating nervously as she reached for his bag, a small attempt to improve the growing distance between them. âYouâre late again. Busy at work?â Simona asked, her voice calm yet laced with an underlying tension. She knew that without her interruption, Adrian wouldnât abandon the conversation that had completely absorbed his attention. Adrian glanced at Simona for the first time since he got home. His gaze traced the
~ Two weeks later ~ The club was in full swing, with neon lights flashing on and off, loud music playing, and bodies moving to the beat on the dancefloor. But 25-year-old Simona was feeling the complete opposite of everything. However, she has managed to put on a strong facade to hide her inner turmoil. But judging by the way her best friend sitting across from her was looking at her with a worried expression, she realized she was doing a bad job at hiding her pain. âCheers to finally getting divorced!â She suddenly exclaimed, lifting one of the glass shots in front of her up; she gulped it down, feeling high from the number of tequila shots she had already taken. That was the sixth or seventh shot she was taking, but it still hurts. She wants to forget, but everything reminds her of him, making it impossible for her to stop thinking about him. He had laid down his rules; she was to be his substitute and contract wife for two years; he would provide her with everything; he would
The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pinned Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. âIt was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. âSimona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,â he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath. âTurn and let me help you out of your clothes,â Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck. âAdrian, I love you,â she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied, âI love you too,â without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again an
Diana's white sedan came to an abrupt halt in front of Anastasia. She has spent the entire night looking for Anastasia. She was worried and scared; she went through the footage of the club and saw Anastasia approach a man who took her away in his car, but since the distance was far, she couldn't make out the face of the man.She had to call Harold and tell him about what happened. Harold tried to keep her calm on the phone and told her he would take the next available flight and come, but Diana wasn't calm; she could sense the worry in Harold's voice. Would he be angry at her for taking Anastasia to the club? The thought made her heart skip a beat.She was only relieved when Anastasia called and asked her to come get her, but seeing Anastasia's haggard appearance now, all her worries surfaced again.âAnna! What happened to you?â Diana said getting out of the car and rushing towards her friend, who looked like she had been tortured. There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thig
Today, Simona Smith, a 25-year-old secretary at Annâs Fashion Empire who lived on the third door on the left on the tenth floor of her rented apartment, was home and didn't report to work due to a severe cold and sore throat. She was seated on her couch, clad in a duvet, hugging her knees while watching TV. Reaching for the hot ginger tea she has been sipping, she realized it had gone cold. She stood up to get another cup when her doorbell rang.âWho could it be?â She muttered to herself, putting the mug she was holding on the kitchen counter, and went to get the door. Simona opened the door and came face-to-face with the most handsome man she had ever seen. âHi, please, I'm looking for Miss Simona Smith,â Michael said, in his professional tone as he took in the appearance of the beautiful woman with a red nose standing in front of him blushing. He realized she must be having a cold with her red nose. But her blushingâwas it for him? Simona, who was blushing fiercely, tucked her hai
Three hours earlier, Adrian exited his car and strolled into the company with a furious look on his face, exuding a menacing aura that made the employees in the reception instinctively shrink back in fear. On stepping inside the elevator, Adrian shoved his trembling, clenched fists into his pockets, struggling to keep his anger and mostly his frustration under control. Each breath he took was a battle. He had thought he would see Simona, or whatever her name is; he wanted to see her, but instead, he found only the chilling void of her absence, as if she had never existed at all. With a surge of emotion, he pulled his hand out and punched the unyielding metallic wall of the elevator, a guttural and exasperated groan escaping his lips. "How dare you, Simona!" he shouted, delivering another blow, his knuckles hurting and staining red against the metallic surface. âSir, please, calmââ Michael began, standing nervously behind his boss, but his voice faltered under the weight of Adrian
Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.)~~~A few hours earlier, in the enormous bedroom of a mansion located in a different country, Helena sat on the bed with a worried look on her face, holding a phone to her ear, but once again, there was no answer to her call. At that moment, her phone began to ring, and she answered.âWhat did you find?ââI found out that he spent the night in his penthouse with his wife, I mean his ex-wife,â the person on the line reported. Helena's hand clenched into a fist as she tried to suppress the rage burning inside her and asked impatiently.âWhat else did you find?ââThe woman left early, and judging from her appearance, they had sex.ââaaahhh!â Helena screamed and hung up the call, tossing the phone away angrily.Mr
âDid you miss me?ââAdrian? What⊠are you doing?â Anna stuttered, taking slow steps backward when Adrian began to stalk toward her.âI miss you, and I just want to spend some quality time with you." Adrian declared and demanded, "Tell me you feel the same." âAdrian, I... you are scaring me. This is the women's restroom; why are you here? Did you come to spy on women?â Anna asked, and Adrian frowned, his heart constricting from the pain of her words. How could she even think that of him? He wasn't a freak, and he would never stoop so low. Even though he was hurt, he forced a laugh and asked, hurt apparent in his eyes, âIs that what you think of me?â Anna shook her head, seeing the pain in his eyes. She had wanted to say something to distract him; she didn't intend to hurt or insult him.âNo, but I was curious. Why are you here?â Adrian's hands launched forward, seizing her by the shoulder as he demanded, his voice husky.âDo you love him?ââAdrian, let go of me!â Anna exclaimed.âNo,
It was a few minutes past 8 p.m. when Patrick made his way out of his office, but he frowned when he saw the light coming from Anna's office. He approached, and there she was, still working. He knocked on the door, and she asked him to enter. âWhy are you still here?â Anna asked him, and he responded curtly. âI should be asking you that. Why are you here?â âI just thought I could finish. It is left with..." Anna was saying, but Patrick cut her off. âLet's go. I will take you home, and that's final.â Anna didn't even try to object to Patrick, since he had decided nothing she said would be taken seriously by him, that anything that involves her well-being. But her words are finally, when it has to do with the company. Anna closed her laptop and reached for her bag. She circled her desk as Patrick made an after-you gesture with his hand; she smiled and took the lead. ~~~ Trying to lighten up the mood from the suffocating silence in the car, Patrick turned on the radio. However, the
Adrian was in his car waiting for the traffic light when his gaze moved to the car beside his car. His heart skipped a frantic beat when he saw Anna in the car. Her eyes were closed as she rested. âAnnaâŠâ he muttered softly as he watched her through the tinted window of his car. He only snapped out of his trance when the car she was in drove off and the horns of other cars sounded from behind him. He stepped on the accelerator and began to follow the car, making sure he kept a safe distance from her. After tailing her for almost 30 minutes, he saw the car take a turn, and he slowly approached the turn. However, he stopped his car the moment he turned and saw Aiden walking toward the car and knocking on it. With his body trembling with anger, he watched as Anna got out and began speaking to Aiden. But then she kissed him. She fucking kissed Aiden. Tears fell down his face as he reached to open the door and go there and beat the hell out of Aiden for touching what was his! But he sto
âIsn't that your jerk ex-husband?â Diana asked, looking at the man she believed to be Adrian. âAdrianâŠâ Anna drawled, her forehead creasing with confusion. âHow did Adrian find me?â But Anna shook her head, seeing the tattoos visible on the man's exposed chest, giving him a dangerous aura. âNo, that's Aiden, my ex-husband's twin brother and the one I fell in love with.â Just as Aiden turned towards their approaching car, she flattened the seat, lying flat, intending to hide, but Aiden smiled, approached Anna's side of the car window, and gently knocked on it when the car came to a stop near him. Anna turned to find him looking at her with an arrogant grin plastered on his face, and she rolled her eyes, frowning at his expression. 'How dare he? After abandoning her, how dare he show his face to her twice in a single day?â âWon't you speak to him?â Diana asked, and Anna abruptly sat up, her lips pulled into a pout, and she opened the door, purposely hitting Aiden. The corner of Aid
Diana woke up to Harold's manly scent infiltrating her nostrils, and his firm arms wrapped around her as he held her to his chest; a profound smile appeared on her lips, but then she recalled the reason why they made love the previous night.She found out her parents had arranged her marriage when she visited them. That's why she started kissing Harold the moment she returned and saw him in the living room. âGood morning, my love,â Harold said, pulling Diana out of her thoughts. She looked up and smiled, not realizing there were tears in her eyes. âMy love, why are you crying?â Harold asked, cupping her cheek; she hit his hand away angrily and sat up. Harold sat up and wrapped his arms around her from behind and demanded softly.âWas I too rough? Did I hurt you?â Diana shook her head and replied,âNo, I'm sorry I lost it. I know I'm not supposed to be mad at you, but it hurts.â âI'm sorry, love, I will prepare you a hot bath and then apply some ointment.ââNo, I'm fine. My parents a
âAnna?â Aiden muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Surprise visible on his face as he looked at Anna standing at the entrance, rising to his feet, he walked toward her, pausing behind Adrian. âAnna? What are you doing here?â he inquired, his voice filled with confusion. Anna, glancing at Adrian's face, tilted her head to the side and peered over his shoulder, her eyes widening in disbelief as she spotted another Adrian standing there, his gaze now locked on her. âWhat is happening?â Anna whispered, her voice barely above a breath as her knees buckled, She turned slowly, curiosity etching her features as she faced Adrian, who stood with an air of unease in front of her. âMeet my twin brother, Aiden,â Adrian began, noticing the confusion on Anna's face as she looked between the two of them, her brow furrowed in confusion. âHe's actually Adrian, and I'm Aiden,â Adrian added. âWhat are you saying...?â Anna's voice trailed off, disbelief lacing her tone. âAnna? What are you doin
Adrian looked up at Anna's face when she moaned and was surprised to find her looking down at his erect dick. He felt blood rush through his veins as his dick jerked up. Without wasting time, he approached Anna and swiftly lifted her by the waist, and she wrapped her legs around him in anticipation. He pinned her to the wall, his hand reaching for his hard dick as he plunged it into her. âAaah!â Anna moaned, her lips parted as she rested her forehead against Adrian's, as she wrapped her hands around his neck. Adrian grunted, his breath ragged as his grip on Anna tightened and he began thrusting into her sweet pussy deliciously. âSo good, faster please!â Anna moaned loudly, feeling her orgasm already coursing through her. âYour wish is my command!â Adrian groaned hoarsely as he increased his pace. Thrusting faster and deeper. âFuck, fuck, Adrian I'm cummingâŠ!!â Anna cried, her body trembling and tense as she felt weak. She tightened her grasp on Adrian. âSpoil me, Anna. Cum on my
The grand living room door of the Adams family mansion swung open, and the sound of footsteps approaching caught the attention of Chairman Adams, who was seated on the sofa working on some calligraphy letter. He put the pen he had just dipped in ink on the pen holder and turned to look over his shoulder to see who had arrived. âWhat are you doing here?â Chairman Adams asked, his face grumpy as he looked at his grandson walking toward him. âGrandfather?â Aiden said, a smirk on his lips as he came and stood in front of his grandfather, âIs that how you welcome your favorite grandson after ten years?â Chairman Adams abruptly stood, surprise etched on his face. âYou are Aiden?â he asked, and Aiden smirked and replied, âDo we look that identical?â a playful smile on his face. âOh, my grandson,â Chairman Adams said, pulling Aiden into his arms. âYou have done well, my boy; you did a great job,â he said, pulling away and looking at Aiden's face and saying, âCome sit beside Grandfath
Anna bit her lips as she tried to hold back the moans that were threatening to escape her lips. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this; she was mad at him for fucking Helena. She also was mad at him for killing his own child because of Helena. And lastly, because she is supposed to be in pain, what if Adrian realized she was well and didn't have an abortion? âAhhh!â Anna cried out of pleasure when Adrian thrust his dick into her. She looked at him, and he grinned, held her hips, and pulled her to him and began thrusting into her. âFuck! Fuck!â he cursed, throwing his head back, relishing the feel of finally entering her after so long. Looking down at Anna's crimson face, her jiggling, full breasts, and moans as he pounded his beast into her tight pussy ruthlessly. He missed this; this is what he wanted; he got addicted after tasting her just once. âAdrianâŠ!â Anna moaned his name as she fisted the sheet, her back arching as she began to move her hips to meet his rough thrusts. After all,