...GENEVIEVE I woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains.The warmth of Roman’s body was pressed against my own, his head resting on my bare chest, his arms wrapped securely around my waist. His breathing was slow and deep, a rhythmic sound that made me smile as I gently ran my fingers through his hair. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his skin warm against mine, and for a moment, I just lay there, content to be in this peaceful silence.My gaze drifted over Roman’s back, where faint red nail marks traced across his skin, a reminder of the intensity from the night before. The memory of our passion made my cheeks flush slightly, and I bit my lip, admiring the marks I had left on him. It was rare for me to feel so completely at ease, and the sight of Roman sleeping so peacefully, vulnerable in her arms, filled me with a sense of tenderness I hadn’t expected.I traced my fingers lightly over his back, careful not to wake him
...GENEVIEVE As Roman and I descended the grand staircase, the morning sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting a warm glow across the mansion’s marble floors. I walked with a quiet grace, my hand lightly resting in Roman’s as we approached the dining room. The faint murmur of conversation could already be heard, signaling the presence of Roman’s family gathered for breakfast.When we entered the room, the scene before us was one of casual elegance—Roman’s grandmother, Catherine, Xavier, Arthur, and Gabriel were seated around the long table, plates laden with food. The soft clinking of cutlery and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. My eyes briefly scanned the room, noting how everyone seemed deep in conversation, but the moment we stepped closer, all eyes turned towards us.“Good morning,” Roman’s grandmother said, her tone warm and inviting, her eyes immediately brightening at the sight of Roman and me. She motioned towards the table. “Roman, Genevieve, come j
...GENEVIEVE I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes tracing the delicate silk fabric of the black dress that clung perfectly to my curves. The dress was flawless—a long, elegant gown with a daring slit up the side that revealed my toned leg with each subtle movement. The dark, luxurious fabric shimmered slightly under the soft lighting, making me appear almost ethereal. I adjusted my neckline and ran my fingers through my long hair, which cascaded down my back in soft waves, framing my face. Tonight was the night—the event where I would officially be announced as the CEO of my father’s company.I took a deep breath, the weight of the occasion pressing against me, but I maintained my composure. This moment had been coming for a long time. As I slipped on a pair of delicate black heels, the door to the adjoining bathroom opened, and Roman stepped out.My heart skipped a beat, though I refused to show it.Roman, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, looked devastatingly handsome. Th
...I stood tall amidst a small crowd of reporters, my sharp features perfectly composed as they bombarded me with questions. Cameras flashed relentlessly, capturing every twitch, every movement. Dressed in an elegant, sleek black dress, I was the picture of calm on the surface, but frustration simmered just beneath.“Genevieve,” one reporter pressed, “Why did you marry your sister’s fiancé? Was it to deliberately hurt Olivia? How do you justify this to your family?”Before I could respond, Olivia appeared, making her way toward us in a dramatic entrance. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, her posture radiating false grace, but her eyes glistened with malice. She positioned herself beside me, just close enough to be seen together but far enough to maintain her façade of indignation.“I think it’s clear who’s the villain here,” Olivia began, her voice laced with accusation. “Imagine stealing your own sister’s fiancé. Genevieve, why don’t you tell them how you manipulated Roman int
...GENEVIEVE My breath was shallow, my heart pounding in my chest as Roman leaned closer. The air between us felt charged, heavy with an unspoken intensity. I whimpered softly as he gently pushed my legs up, bringing them toward my chest. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every moment of control he had over me.My legs parted, my body reacting to his touch before my mind could fully catch up. Roman’s gaze locked onto mine, and it was intense—dangerous even. His eyes held that deadly mix of desire and obsession that always left me feeling vulnerable, exposed, and yet deeply drawn to him.I gasped softly as Roman slid a hand between my thighs, his fingers brushing against me in a way that made my body instinctively respond. My lips parted, and I caught his stare again—those dark eyes that seemed to drink in every detail of my reaction, every soft whimper and trembling breath.“Roman…” I whispered, my voice barely audible as my fingers gripped the fabric beneath
...GENEVIEVE I woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of an unfamiliar room. For a moment, disoriented, I blinked, glancing around at the plush surroundings until it clicked—this wasn’t home. I was in a hotel room. The events of last night came flooding back. We hadn’t gone home; instead, we had ended up here, and a small smile played on my lips at the memory.I shifted slightly, and my gaze landed on Roman, lying beside me. He was sprawled across the bed, his chest bare, his breathing deep and steady as he slept peacefully. His usually composed, guarded expression was replaced by something softer in his sleep, making him look almost boyish. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The room felt quiet, intimate, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in it.Slowly, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. Grabbing Roman’s shirt from the floor, I slipped it on, the fabric draping loosely over my frame. It still carried his scent, comforting and
...GENEVIEVE I felt a rare sense of calm and warmth as I walked hand in hand with Roman through the bustling office. My fingers entwined with his, his grip was firm yet gentle, a silent promise of protection and devotion. He held me close, his other hand occasionally brushing against my back as we navigated through the office halls. The staff occasionally glanced our way, some with subtle nods, others with smiles, all sensing the undeniable chemistry between us. I felt an air of confidence beside Roman, an anchor of strength and sophistication that resonated in every step we took together.When we reached his office, Roman guided me to the plush leather couch by the window, where I made myself comfortable. He sat at his desk, reviewing a few last-minute details before his upcoming meeting. I watched him with quiet admiration, noting the way he effortlessly commanded authority, every movement precise and efficient. Before he left, he looked over at me, a faint smirk on his li
...GENEVIEVE I paced the length of my bedroom, my phone pressed to my ear as I waited for Isabella to pick up. The moment I heard my friend’s voice on the other end, I exhaled in relief, as though finally able to release the tension that had built up all day.“Isabella, I can’t take it anymore,” I began, my voice low but full of frustration. “Olivia just won’t leave Roman and me alone. She’s constantly making her presence known, trying to get between us. It’s like she’s determined to make my life a living nightmare.”There was a brief pause before Isabella’s calming voice replied, “I figured she’d try to pull something like this. But, Genevieve, you need to be careful. It’s not just Olivia you have to worry about. Rosalind and Emma—they’re just as invested in making your life difficult, maybe even more now that they feel you’re a threat to whatever plans they have.”I let out a frustrated sigh, sinking down onto the edge of my bed as I rubbed my temples. “I know you’re right,
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched Olivia, who was seated on the couch with her head in her hands. Olivia’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, and her face was pale, a stark contrast to the fiery confidence she often carried. The raw vulnerability in Olivia’s posture struck Genevieve deeply. She wasn’t just looking at her sister who had caused her pain—she was looking at someone consumed by guilt, someone struggling with the consequences of their own choices.Genevieve’s heart ached, but not with anger. Despite everything Olivia had done—the lies, the betrayal, the manipulation—Genevieve couldn’t bring herself to hate her. She could see how much Olivia regretted it, how her actions had broken her just as much as they had hurt others.Taking a deep breath, Genevieve stepped forward. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, drawing everyone’s attention. The room fell silent as she approached Olivia, who flinched slig
...AUTHOR’S POVOlivia sat alone in her room, the weight of her conversation with Genevieve pressing heavily on her chest. The words Genevieve had spoken echoed in her mind: “I do love him, but I also know you love him more… I can do anything for my sisters.” At the time, Olivia had hugged her sister, even smiled in gratitude, but now, hours later, the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless tide, pulling her under.She couldn’t shake the image of Genevieve’s gentle smile, her selfless forgiveness. It was like a mirror reflecting everything Olivia had done wrong. Genevieve’s kindness had disarmed her completely, and for the first time, Olivia found herself questioning the choices she had made. She had spent so long justifying her actions, convincing herself that Roman was meant to be hers, that she had fought for love. But was it really love? Or was it greed, just like her mother had once admitted?Sighing deeply, Olivia reached for her phone, her hands trembling as she scrolled
...AUTHOR’S POV The evening was peaceful, with the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of teacups filling the cozy living room. Genevieve, Janice, and Rosalind sat around the table, the warm glow from the lamps casting a comforting light on their faces as they shared a quiet moment. Outside, the world was slowly slipping into twilight, but inside the house, the calm seemed to promise solace after the storm of emotions they’d all been through.Genevieve leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea thoughtfully, while Janice fiddled with her cup, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim. Rosalind, who had been unusually quiet for most of the evening, looked deep in thought as well, occasionally glancing at her daughters with an air of regret that none of them had yet been able to understand fully. The stillness was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open.In strode Olivia, her face flushed with anger, her steps sharp and purposeful as she stormed into the
...AUTHOR’S POV The dining room was bathed in soft morning light, the golden rays spilling through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table. Genevieve’s father sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed as he waited for everyone to gather. Rosalind sat to his right, delicately arranging a plate of toast, while Janice, on his left, idly stirred her tea, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The clinking of cutlery and soft rustling of the newspaper were the only sounds breaking the quiet morning.The soft patter of footsteps drew their attention, and Genevieve appeared at the entrance. She was dressed simply but elegantly, her hair loosely tied back, her face calm and composed. “Good morning,” she greeted softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness as she took a seat across from her father.Her father smiled warmly, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “Good morning, s
...AUTHOR’S POVGenevieve lay sprawled on her bed, her gaze fixed on the ornate ceiling above her. The dim light of the evening painted soft shadows across the room, the quiet hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick curtains. The bedspread, an intricate pattern of gold and cream, seemed to swallow her small frame as she sank deeper into the mattress. Her face was calm, but her red-rimmed eyes and the occasional twitch of her lips betrayed the storm she was enduring within.Isabella, Janice, and Amelia sat cross-legged on the bed around her, forming a silent semicircle. For the past thirty minutes, no one had said a word. The room was heavy with unspoken emotions, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made every breath feel labored.Janice absently picked at the hem of the blanket, her usually lively demeanor replaced by a pensive stillness. Amelia fiddled with her bracelet, the soft clinking of the charm breaking the silence now and then. Isabella, perc
...AUTHOR’S POVThe tension in the room was suffocating, the silence broken only by the sharp slap of a file being thrown onto the polished conference table. Everyone’s eyes turned to Xavier, who stood at the head of the room, his jaw clenched and his hand still resting on the now-disheveled pile of papers. His normally calm demeanor was gone, replaced by an edge of frustration and tension that was palpable.Roman gaze flickered between Xavier and the reports, confusion etched on his face. He leaned forward, his voice low and steady but laced with unease. “What is this, Xavier?”Xavier rubbed his face with both hands, the gesture betraying his frustration and hesitation. He looked at Roman with an intensity that made everyone in the room hold their breath. “These,” Xavier said, his voice taut, “are Olivia’s pregnancy reports.”The air seemed to thicken around Roman. His heart began to pound in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. He froze, his confusion deepening into s
...GENEVIEVE I sat on the edge of the plush couch, my hands folded neatly in my lap, though my knuckles were white from the tension running through me. My head laid on the head of couch staring blankly at the wall while waiting for my father. The grand living room felt colder than usual, its ornate chandelier casting shimmering patterns across the marble floor. I was waiting for her father to arrive, the seconds dragging on endlessly. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall only heightened my restlessness. My heart was heavy, my mind a whirlpool of emotions she could barely contain.I looked toward the towering window, the golden hues of the setting sun doing little to warm the chill that gripped my chest. My thoughts wandered to the turmoil of recent days, the choices I’d made, the bridges I feared I’d burned.The sound of approaching heels echoed sharply through the quiet room. I turned my head, my posture stiffening instinctively. Rosalind entered the room with an air of
...ROMANI sighed deeply, sinking back into the worn leather of my chair. My gaze wandered aimlessly around my office, but my thoughts were far away, tangled in the delicate intricacies of my own schemes. The plan to trap Olivia in her game consumed me, its threads tightening like a web. The room was quiet save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, its rhythm a constant reminder of the time slipping through my fingers. My fingers drummed idly against the edge of my desk, my mind running through every possible move and countermove.The sudden creak of the door startled me. My head snapped up, my thoughts abruptly severed, and he turned toward the source of the intrusion. The sight of her standing in the doorway made my heart stutter for a beat. Olivia. She stood there as if she owned the space, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a faint, unsettling confidence. My whole body filled with anger but I remained calm. The soft hum of tension in the room grew louder.
...ROMAN The atmosphere in the room was heavy, the kind of tension that seeped into every corner and pressed down on everyone present. I sat in one of the large chairs in the conference room, my elbows resting on the mahogany table, my hands clasped tightly together. My face was pale, my eyes shadowed from a sleepless night, and my usual air of confidence had been stripped away, leaving only raw vulnerability. Genevieve’s father, sat at the head of the table, his stern expression softened by a glimmer of sadness. He sighed deeply, the sound loud in the silence that followed. “Roman,” He began, his voice low but steady, “why did you cheat on my daughter?”I flinched as though struck. I shook my head quickly, my words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to defend myself. “I didn’t,” I said, my voice strained. “I swear I didn’t. I—” I paused, running a hand through my already disheveled hair. “I was drunk. I don’t even know how Olivia ended up there. I know I didn’t… I would