...GENEVIEVE My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling as I stared at Roman, his gaze trailing slowly down the length of my bare figure. The room felt impossibly warm, and my heart pounded, each beat echoing through the silence that stretched between us. I watched him as he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, his movements steady and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. With one smooth motion, he pushed them down, letting the fabric pool around his ankles before he stepped out, his gaze still intent on me, dark and unyielding.I swallowed, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he moved forward, closing the distance between us. His skin was warm against mine as he pressed his body against me, the closeness sending a rush of heat through me that was both thrilling and humbling. I felt the wall cool against my back, contrasting with the warmth that spread through me from where his skin met mine. A flush crept over my cheeks, and I instinctively tried to look away, b
...ROMAN The morning sun cast a gentle glow across the room, warming the air and illuminating the tangled sheets in which Genevieve laid, her body curled up in the quiet aftermath of an exhausting night. I leaned up on one elbow, my gaze tracing over her with an expression that mixed possessiveness, pride, and the kind of deep affection I rarely allowed myself to feel. Her bare back, marked with the evidence of our passion, rose and fell with each soft, steady breath, and I felt a familiar thrill at the sight of her like this—unguarded, deeply asleep, and entirely mine.We’d barely gotten to sleep before dawn, wrapped up in each other until the early hours when sheer exhaustion finally overcame us both. Now, as the morning passed us by, I was wide awake, but I didn’t mind. Watching her sleep, feeling the warmth of her against me, I was content to stay in bed all day if it meant keeping her close like this.I let my hand drift down her back, my fingers light against her skin, ca
...GENEVIEVE I let my head fall back against Roman’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut as I allowed myself to be cradled by him, entirely immersed in the warmth of the bath and the feel of his skin against mine. The candlelight flickered softly, casting golden patterns on the bathroom walls, while the scent of lavender and chamomile floated through the steam-filled air, adding a soothing note to the already intimate setting. Every sense was heightened, each touch, sound, and scent blending into a cocoon of comfort and calm.Roman’s arms tightened around my waist, drawing me closer as if he, too, wanted to lose himself in the intimacy of the moment. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back, a grounding, reassuring pulse that made me feel completely at ease. His hands moved slowly, gliding over my wet skin, leaving a trail of warmth that made me melt further against him. His fingers brushed my sides, tracing soft circles that lingered just enough to stir
...GENEVIEVE I sat across from my sister Janice, enjoying a leisurely lunch in one of the city’s chicest outdoor cafes. My hair caught the midday light, cascading down my shoulders as I leaned forward, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I was recounting stories of my relationship with Roman, with a particular focus on the whirlwind intensity that had overtaken us recently.Janice grinned, catching the spark in her sister’s gaze. “So things with Roman are…what, exhilarating?” she teased, her brow raised in curiosity.I chuckled, my fingers playing with the stem of my glass. “Exhilarating might be putting it mildly. Let’s just say we’ve been…closer than ever. And yes, very intimately active,” I added with a smirk, savoring Janice’s amused reaction. “It’s surprising, honestly. With everything we’ve been through, it’s like he’s more attentive, more… passionate.”Janice laughed, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be this into someone. Roman’s definitely worke
...ROMAN I sat in the dimly lit bar, my eyes red and glazed as I downed yet another glass of whiskey. I’d been drinking heavily for hours, each sip fueling the bitterness that coiled tightly in my chest. My normally sharp and composed demeanor had been replaced by a mess of tangled emotions and frayed nerves. My hair was tousled, my shirt wrinkled, and my expression brooding as I stared darkly into my drink.Seated around me were Xavier, Arthur, and Gabriel, watching their friend with wary expressions as they nursed their own drinks. They knew I was troubled, but seeing me unravel like this was something none of them had expected. Breaking the silence, Arthur leaned forward, clearing his throat as he broached the topic that had been on everyone’s mind since Genevieve’s explosive visit to my office.“Roman,” Arthur began cautiously, his tone tentative, “why did you appoint Olivia as the marketing manager? You knew it would go against Genevieve. You knew she wouldn’t take it we
...GENEVIEVE I sat in Isabella’s apartment, surrounded by the muted, cozy silence of my friend’s space. The soft beige walls and neatly arranged decorations gave the place a calm, inviting feel, but it did little to lift the weight that seemed to settle over me. I’d been feeling off for days, a dull exhaustion clinging to me that no amount of rest seemed to shake. And today, alone in the apartment, the loneliness only amplified the dull ache inside me.I sat on the edge of the sofa, running my hand through my hair, trying to ignore the swirling nausea building in my stomach. But before I could even process what was happening, a wave of sickness rushed over me, sharp and sudden. My eyes widened as I jumped up, stumbling down the short hallway to the bathroom. Barely making it to the sink, I doubled over, retching as the nausea overwhelmed me. I threw up, once, twice, over and over until my stomach felt raw and empty.Finally, the wave of nausea subsided, leaving me drained and
...GENEVIEVE My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned against the bathroom sink, my hands trembling. My emotions spiraled in a whirlwind of joy, fear, and doubt, but the most pressing thought was clear: Roman needs to know.Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I decided to face him. No matter how complicated things had become between us, he deserved to know the truth.I reached out to Arthur, Roman’s closest confidant, who reluctantly revealed his location—a luxury hotel downtown. Determined, I made my way there, the hum of my thoughts drowning out the bustling city sounds. I rehearsed my words during the elevator ride, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as nerves took over. I was being nervous after so long. The memory of Roman’s warmth, his laughter, his promises—it all came flooding back, making my mission all the more urgent.As I arrived at the door of Roman’s suite, my heart raced with a mix of hope and dread. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over
...ROMANI groaned as I stirred awake, my head pounding with a relentless headache. I blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains of my hotel suite, my senses slowly piecing themselves together. As I shifted, I became aware of the fact that I was bare-chested, a thin sheet draped over my upper half. My muscles tensed. Something felt… off.My eyes scanned the room and stopped cold when they landed on a figure lying beside me on the couch. My breath hitched as I recognized the tousled dark hair and the unmistakable face of Olivia. She was naked, her form lazily sprawled across the couch. My heart dropped, and my eyes widened in disbelief.“What the hell?” I muttered, sitting up abruptly. The sudden movement made my head throb harder, and he pressed his fingers to his temples in an attempt to think clearly.Olivia stirred at the commotion, my eyes fluttering open. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face as she stretched, the sheet slipping further
...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