Roman Sebastian Blackwell is a billionaire at the height of success—powerful, ruthless, and seemingly untouchable. But beneath his flawless exterior lies a consuming obsession with a woman who challenges everything he thought he desired. Genevieve Donovan is the stepsister of Roman’s fiancée, Olivia. Unlike Olivia’s polished perfection, Sophia is free-spirited, passionate, and unafraid to challenge Roman’s control. From the moment they first clash, Roman’s fascination with her grows into an all-consuming obsession, jeopardizing his carefully constructed life. As Roman’s engagement to Olivia approaches, his obsession with Genevieve intensifies, blurring lines between desire and possession. Genevieve , initially repelled by Roman’s dominance, finds herself drawn to the vulnerability he rarely shows. Their forbidden attraction ignites a dangerous game of power and passion, threatening to unravel Vincent’s empire and Sophia’s heart. Amidst the opulence of New York City’s elite circles, Roman must confront the cost of his obsession. Will he risk everything he’s built for a love that defies reason? And will Genevieve find the strength to resist or surrender to a man who could either destroy her or set her free?
View More...GENEVIEVE The morning sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the cozy café, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. I sat at a small table, stirring my coffee absently, my expression distant as I stared out into the street. Janice, sitting across from me, watched me with a thoughtful gaze, waiting for the right moment to bring up the topic that had been on my mind.I had left Roman’s house early because I did not want to face his grandmother. After a few moments of silence, Janice set her coffee cup down with a soft clink and leaned forward, her voice gentle but direct. "So... what's really going on with you and Roman?" She asked, her eyes searching Genevieve’s face for any hint of emotion.I sighed deeply, my shoulders slumping slightly as I shook my head. "It's... complicated," I replied, my voice tinged with frustration.“ he gave you a ring after an hour of him realizing that he did not give you one. He must have called someone to arrange it or else he
...GENEVIEVE I drove through the bright lights of the city, my hands gripping the steering wheel of my sleek car as the neon signs flickered past.The hum of the engine filled the car, a sharp contrast to the muffled beat of the music that thumped from my stereo. My heart raced slightly; it had been a while since I had attended a party like this, and tonight I felt an inexplicable excitement buzzing in my veins. The image of angry Roman flashed in my mind. I smirked at his reaction. It was like his whole world crumbled down when I made him realize there’s no ring on my finger. So it made me single and I was gonna live my night like that. I turned down the street leading to the hotel, its grand façade lit up like a beacon against the night sky. A valet approached as I pulled up, and I handed over my keys with a smile, stepping out onto the red carpet entrance.I, soon spotted Janice, Amelia, and Isabella waiting for me by the entrance. The three were already chatting animatedly,
...GENEVIEVE I stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully applying a final coat of mascara to my already long, dark lashes. I had chosen a dress that was meant to make an impression — a sleek, crimson number that hugged my curves in all the right places. The fabric was smooth and silky, catching the light as I moved, and the neckline dipped low enough to tease but not reveal too much. The dress ended well above my knees, showing off my long legs, accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels that gave me an extra inch of height and confidence.My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face perfectly. I glanced at my reflection, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. I knew I looked good, and I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as I imagined Roman’s reaction. As if on cue, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Roman appeared in the doorway, his expression darkening the moment he laid eyes on me. His gaze swept over me, starting f
...GENEVIEVE I stood in front of the mirror, droplets of water still clinging to my skin as I wrapped myself tightly in a soft white towel. The steam from my recent bath swirled around me, the warmth lingering in the air. I could feel Roman’s gaze on me — intense and unwavering, like a tangible heat on my back. I didn’t have to look to know that he was watching my every move.The feeling made my heart skip a beat. I tried to ignore him, my eyes focused on my own reflection, smoothing my damp hair with my fingers. But the weight of his stare was impossible to ignore, pulling my attention like a magnet. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and finally turned around. Roman was sitting on the couch, shirtless, his muscular chest illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp beside him. His expression was inscrutable, a mixture of curiosity and something darker, more possessive.He lounged back against the cushions with a casual arrogance, his eyes tracing the curve of my neck, the d
...GENEVIEVE I walked into Roman’s mansion, my heels clicking against the marble floor, my expression calm but my mind spinning with thoughts. The mansion was grand, with high ceilings and elaborate chandeliers that cast a golden glow over everything. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the faint murmur of conversation came from the living room.Roman walked beside me, his presence commanding as always, his jaw set in that familiar, determined way that made it clear he was prepared for whatever lay ahead. I felt a tension in the air as we entered the room where Roman’s grandmother sat, her posture straight, eyes sharp as a hawk’s.Arthur, Xavier, and Gabriel were also there, lounging comfortably on the plush sofas. Arthur’s face lit up as soon as he saw me, a charming smile spreading across his face. “Genevieve,” he greeted warmly, standing up and extending a hand as if to welcome me. I managed a polite smile in return, my eyes flickering between Arthur an
...GENEVIEVE I leaned back in my father's chair, the leather cool against my skin. I could feel the weight of the room, the years of power and authority it had held, now resting in my hands. I allowed myself a small smile as I gazed around the office, filled with dark wood and the scent of old books. It felt both alien and familiar — like stepping into a role I had always known was mine but had never been allowed to claim.The sudden sound of applause broke the silence. Janice, standing near the door, clapped enthusiastically, a broad grin spreading across my face. "Finally!" She exclaimed, her voice full of warmth and pride. I couldn't help but smile in response. My sister stepped closer, eyes sparkling with triumph. "Congratulations, Genevieve. It’s about time we got back what’s rightfully ours," she said. The words were filled with a mixture of satisfaction and caution. Her tone softened as she added, "But don’t forget about Olivia and Rosalind. They won’t take this lyi
...GENEVIEVE My father leaned back in his chair, his expression tight with contemplation. He picked up his phone and pressed a button. "Bring Janice to my office," he instructed his assistant. The tension in the room was palpable; no one dared speak as they waited.Janice had reached to the company at father’s orders. Moments later, the door opened, and Janice stepped in. Her eyes flitted from Olivia to Rosalind, sensing the storm that had already passed through. Olivia, still fuming, shot her a look of resentment, while Rosalind’s face was a mask of thinly veiled frustration. "Janice," Our father said, his voice low and firm, "please come in. I need to speak with you and your sister privately."Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but Rosalind placed a hand on her arm, giving a tight, knowing nod. "Come on, Olivia," Rosalind said, her voice clipped. "Let them have their little family discussion." She shot me a final glare before turning on her heel, and Olivia reluctant
...GENEVIEVE I stepped out of the room, my steps slow and deliberate. The walls were adorned with gilded portraits, tapestries, and opulent antiques, and I took a deep breath, realizing where I was: Roman’s mansion—the infamous Blackwell mansion. The realization settled over me like a shroud, heavy but oddly invigorating. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I descended the grand staircase, my gaze scanning the space with a mixture of curiosity and defiance.At the bottom of the stairs stood a regal older woman with cold, piercing eyes—Roman’s grandmother. Her posture was straight, and her face was set in a hardened scowl. I paused for a moment, meeting the older woman’s eyes with an unreadable expression of my own. The tension between us was thick, almost palpable. She was not happy to see me. “You,” the grandmother spat out, her voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can waltz into this family, marry my grandson, and play the lady of the manor? You ar
...GENEVIEVE I stirred, my body shifting beneath the warmth of soft blankets. My eyelids fluttered open, my vision hazy as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through heavy curtains, and I realized immediately that I was not where I was supposed to be. This room was unfamiliar—larger than mine, with dark, richly painted walls, and a tall window covered by thick drapes that kept the room cloaked in shadows.I sat up abruptly, and the sudden movement made my head spin. I groaned softly, pressing a hand to my temple, trying to steady myself as the room seemed to tilt slightly around me. As my senses slowly cleared, my eyes fell on the figure sitting on a couch at the end of the bed, and I stiffened.Roman was there, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other, his gaze locked intently on me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, as they studied me, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He looked calm, a
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