Synopsis: Kayla Marshall’s life takes a dark turn when she is forced into a contract with Adrian Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire whose charm is as dangerous as his secrets. What begins as a desperate attempt to save her family quickly spirals into a world of power plays, forbidden desires, and unspoken rules. Bound by Adrian's control, Kayla must navigate a life where trust is a currency and vulnerability is a weapon. As she peels back the layers of his secretive world, she discovers that the lines between dominance and obsession, submission and strength, are far more blurred than she ever imagined. But in a game where Adrian makes the rules, will Kayla find the strength to rewrite them? The stakes are high, the tension electric—and in this world, control is everything.
View MoreAdrian sat in his dimly lit study, fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface of his desk. The frustration was obvious on his face as his forehead tightened . It's not that he was scared about his safety, he is scared because of Kayla. They now know that she's his weak point and this is what he has been trying to avoid . Now Kayla is going to be used against him, making her vulnerable and not safe.A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for permission, Ethan stepped inside. His usual lovely smirk was absent, replaced by a very serious face. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall nearby just staring at Adrian."We have a huge problem Ad," Ethan announced, cutting straight to the point without menacing words.Adrian sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tell me something I don't already know Ethan."Ethan walked over, tossing a file onto Adrian's desk. "Fiona and Victor signed an alliance. They are going to be helping each other from now on. This
Fiona entered into her car and drives away. She so happy that she turned the music up. Confidence dripped from her with her every move. She had won. She had Adrian Lockwood right where she wanted him. And soon, he’d have no choice but to bend to her will and do her biddings.What she didn’t realize was that she was being followed.A car had been following her—silent, precise, always there but never noticed.But Fiona was oblivious.She reached her house, came down and joyfully headed straight for the hallway She reached the heavy steel door at the end of the hallway, punched in a code, and stepped inside the room where Kayla was being held hostage.Kayla's body was weak against the chair, her wrists hurting from the ropes. She was bruised but far from broken. The fire in her eyes burned as hot as ever when she saw Fiona enter.Fiona smirked. "Ah, look at you. A little battered, but still defiant. I admire that. Really, I do."Kayla glared. "Cut the theatrics, Fiona. You’re wasting yo
Adrian barely had time to regroup after the threat video before the storm hit.The study doors slammed open with a force that rattled the walls."Where is she?"Kayla’s father, Mr Marshall, stormed inside, his face twisted in rage. His usual controlled demeanor was nowhere to be found. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as he pointed an accusatory finger at Adrian."You arrogant, power-hungry , manipulating bastard! Where the hell is my daughter?"Adrian slowly looked up from his desk, his fingers tightening around the edge of his chair in anger. His patience was already getting to its limitd, and he had no time for misplaced accusations."You think I took her?" Adrian’s voice was low, dangerous. "Think before you speak, old man."Mr Marshall advanced, slamming his fists onto the polished mahogany desk. "Who else would do this? My daughter has been nothing but a pawn in your twisted games! You dragged her into this world—your world—and now she’s paying the
Chapter 18: betrayal of the pastThe silence of Adrian’s mansion can be likened to that of a grave yard but this silence was interrupted by a heavy knock on the door. It was late, and way past visiting hours for him. Uninvited guests always brings trouble.Adrian, seated in his study with a glass of whiskey in hand, frowned at the interruption.His demeanor calm yet cold. He felt greatly irritated by this sudden interruption. A second knock, harder this timeHe set down his glass, rolled his shoulders, and moved toward the door with measured steps. When he pulled the door open, his heart froze.Standing before him, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, was ......Fiona.The air in the room shifted instantly, heavy with so many emotions.Adrian’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he looked at the woman who had once owned his heart—only to shatter it in the most brutal way possible.“Fiona,” he said, voice cold as ice. Quite some nerves you've
The hospital room was dimly lit with sunlight reflecting in through the blinds. Clarissa sat at the edge of her bed, her hand pressed lightly against her side where the bullet wound was healing. Kayla stood beside her, folding Rissa's clothes into a small bag with determined precision and focus.“I swear, you’ve been more of a nurse than the actual staff here,” Clarissa teased, her voice light but tinged with gratitude.Kayla rolled her eyes, smiling. “You’re lucky Its you, if not I would have charged a lot for this care"Before Clarissa could reply, the door opened, and Ethan walked in, his broad shoulders and easy smirk lighting up the room. “Hello ladies,” he greeted, warmly with his deep voice. He held a big bouquet of Roses in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. “Thought you could use some love& support and sugar.”Clarissa’s cheeks flushed lightly. “Ethan, you didn’t have to—”“Oh, I had to,” he interrupted, stepping closer and placing the flowers on her nightstand. “C
The front gates of her father’s estate creaked open slowly, revealing a sight that Kayla hadn’t expected to see. The once old looking mansion—its walls chipped and its garden overgrown and dried—now stood immaculate and ever green. The freshly painted exterior gleamed in the sunlight, and the hedges were trimmed to perfection .Her breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful transformation.Kayla dragged her suitcase along the gravel path, her mind curious.. What was happening? Where had this sudden wealth come from? She couldn’t connect the dots between this polished image with the struggling man who had been drowning in debt the last time she saw him.The front door swung open, and her father appeared, his figure leaner but more energetic and better looking than she remembered. His face broke into a wide grin, and for the first time in years, he looked genuinely.... Happy.“Kayla!” he called, arms wide open.Her heart skipped, as she dropped her suitcase, rushing i
Darkness.The tightness of the blindfold press greatly against Kayla’s face, trapping her in an abyss of darkness and fear. Her breathing quickens, sharp and desperate as she struggles to make sense of her where she is The scent of flora and cigarettes makes the air in the place more unbreathable.Her wrists and ankles held with restraint—bound tightly, preventing movement. Panic surges through her veins like wildfire during dry season.“Help!” she screams, her voice filled with terror. “Who the hell is there?! Let me go right now!". No answer. Only silence filled the air.Kayla thrashes against the restraints, the chair beneath her creaking in protest. Her heart slams against her ribs. “Victor, if this is you, I swear to God, I’ll make you regret this! You coward, you pathetic excuse for a man!”Still nothing.Her breath shudders as she fights against the rising hysteria. Then—soft footsteps. A slow, deliberate rhythm echoing against the cold floor.A feminine chuckle slices throu
Adrian pushed the front door open with enough force to rattle the hinges and make it fall to the ground. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark and stormy and rage filled. Kayla followed closely behind, her arms folded across her chest, her glare a silent dare for him to start the argument she knew was brewing.The silence between them snapped like a taut wire as Adrian turned, his voice cutting through the tension. “What the hell were you thinking, Kayla? Leaving the secret houselike that? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if I was a minute late? You put your life and that of your friend in danger. Oh, I forgot... She was shot!!!, all because of your disobedience!!!!"Kayla’s eyes widened in disbelief and she scoffed. “What I was thinking? Are you serious right now? You don’t get to lecture me about right or wrong decisions,when clearly you’re the reason my life’s been turned upside down!”His hand raked through his dark hair as he paced about, frustration pouring off him in wave
Adrian walked into the hospital with calculated strides, his friend Ethan trailing closely behind him. The strong smell of antiseptic filled the air as the pair navigated their way to the private ward where Kayla and Clarissa were. His jaw tightened as he recalled the chaos from the night before—the gunshots, Kayla’s frantic cries, and the sight of her blood-soaked hands pressing against Clarissa’s wound,defenseless.“I told her it wasn’t safe to step out, but she doesn't listen, she never does.” Adrian muttered under his breath, more to himself than Ethan.“You can’t exactly lock someone in a cage forever, Adrian, she's bound to rebel at some point” Ethan replied. “Even birds try to fly, no matter how gilded their prison.”Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about freedom. This is about survival. If she doesn’t listen, it's only a matter of time before she ends up dead.”Ethan raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. Just don’t make a scene, remember it's a hospital."When they reached
Kayla's pov The silence between us feels so loud that I can feel my heart pounding. My father is sitted across from me, his face blank of any expression . One can tell that he is really apprehensive as he keeps sighing and tossing around . I don't even what to say because he was warned not to do what he did. "How much do you owe him exactly dad" I ask,breaking the silence He looks up at me but quickly drops down his gaze. "I owe him a lot, too much"he mutters. "Too much for me to even pay back. Oh God, what have I done"he questions himself I clenched my fists but immediately releases them because I must remain calm.Deep down my heart, I'm so pissed. Of all the people to owe it's Adrian Blackwood?,the man whose name strikes terror in the heart of the people even most powerful and influential men do not want to mess with him or be in his bad book. Before I could say anything else, there's a loud knock on the door, like the other person is deliberately trying to break it. My fat...
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