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ISABELLA'S POV Calm down, Isabella. You can do this."Will you make it worth it?" I asked, letting my voice drip with seduction as I bit my lip. His pupils dilated instantly, his excitement disgusting."How about I help you take it off?" I added, letting my fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt.“Anything you want, baby,” he murmured, leaning into my touch."So, what's your name?" He asked as I unfastened the first button."Selena" I smiled "What's yours?"“Damian,” he lied smoothly, taking a gulp of his drink. "Selena, has anyone told you how sexy your voice is?" He asked "I'm imagining how melodic it will sound while you're moaning my name"Disgust burned through me. This bastard. Was Christabella aware that her beloved husband was nothing more than a cheating pig? Well, I'm not even surprised.With his shirt undone, I ran my hand down his chest, suppressing the bile rising in my throat when he groaned under my touch."You’re so ripped, Damian,” I murmured, my hand stopping jus
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NICHOLAS POV I Will Murder Daniel West. There are countless reasons why, but none are more infuriating than the fact that he dared to touch my wife.The plan was simple: Isabella would lure Daniel into confessing his secret by pretending to be a sex worker, with a hidden camera recording the entire thing. Meanwhile, I, posing as a VIP member, would infiltrate the club and plant small cameras everywhere.I had been against Isabella getting involved but that stubborn woman didn't even bat an eye when I tried explaining to her the huge risk involved. A lot of things could go wrong. What if she wasn’t assigned to Daniel? What if she ended up with some other despicable bastard instead?What would happen if she had to grind against these men, kiss them, just like every other sex worker here? What if any of these bastards tried to touch her or fuck her? No, rather, the real question was, what will I do if any of that happens? When the mere thought of it already twisted something dark insid
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ISABELLA'S POV I froze the moment Nicholas pulled me against him, my chest colliding with his head frame. The heat the body seeped into mine, the familiar scent of him- ambergris and vetiver, wrapped around me and made relief wash over me. I tilted my head to meet his gaze and my breath hitched. Even behind the half mask, his eyes blazed with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs. "Mr. Montgomery?" I whispered. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened around my waist. "Did you enjoy it?" His question made me blink in confusion. "What?""Did you enjoy him touching you?" His nostrils flared in disgust. I frowned "What are talking about, Mr. Montgomery? I was...""You were doing what?" he cut me off. "Letting another man touch you? Letting him put his filthy hands on you?" he glared. "It was part of the plan..." The words got stuck in my throat when his fingers trailed up my spine sending goosebumps down my skin. "Does the plan include you grinding against him, huh?" he h
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NICHOLAS POV I Touched Something Forbidden.Something that should have never been mine to claim. I tasted sin. The kind of sin that rips apart every ounce of restrain I've spent years building, the type that drags you deeper into an abyss you wouldn't want to climb out. And who could have known that sin would taste so goddamn intoxicating, like heaven wrapped in hell. The cold water poured over my head, drenching my hair and running down my tensed body as I stood under the shower. I leaned against the cold tiles, bracing my palms against the wall as my head dipped forward. My breath came out shallow and ragged, the heat burning inside me refusing to cool despite the torrent of water cascading over me. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the memory but the image came playing vivid in my head. The way her lips had felt under my thumb was soft and swollen. And her body, Jesus Christ, her body... I groaned, my fingers curling into fits as memories of her body burned into me like a brand.
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CHRISTABELLA'S POV By the time the shoot was over and I was done for the day, it was dawn. I grabbed my phone and headed straight to my car with my assistant trailing behind me. I dialed Daniel's number. It rang several times but he didn't pick up. Not the second, third, fourth, fifth, or even seventh time. My frustration grew but I managed to keep a smiling face, even though the corners of my mouth felt like they would snap under my skin. By the time I arrived home, my blood was boiling. I still couldn't reach Daniel. My housekeeper, whatever her name was, greeted me at the door. "Welcome, Madam. What would you like to have for dinner?""Just make something light" I snapped curtly. I retreated to my room, slipped out of my designer clothes into a silk robe, and plunged into my bed. I rubbed my temples, my head pounding out of frustration. A knock came a moment later, and the housekeeper entered with my food. I barely tasted it, my thoughts still consumed by that video, by the auda
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ISABELLA'S POV The grand hall was filled with men and woman known for their power and luxury, the type of atmosphere Daniel had always wanted to thrive in. He stood in the stage, a proud smirk on his face. The air was alive with anticipation, marked by the clink of glasses and whispers.Today was Daniel's moment—the day he had long awaited. A turning point in his career: the launch of his stock exchange empire.Investors from far and wide had gathered, eager to stake their claims. The Sterlings were present too, their faces glowing with pride for their son-in-law. Nicholas was also among the attendees, though he’d never shown any interest in investing. I knew Daniel had invited him purely to flaunt his success and rub it in my face. Now I know what he has been using those millions from my law firm for.A few days ago, Anika, my former secretary, and Madelyn, my accountant, sent me an updated report on the firm. Even though I was no longer officially their boss, I’d instructed them to
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DANIEL'S POVHow Dare She? The thought burned in my mind, searing hotter with each passing second as I stormed into the house. The door slammed shut behind me. My eyes darted around the lavish living room and landed on the vase perched on the fireplace shelf. Without a second thought, I grabbed it and hurled it against the wall. The porcelain shattered, it's fragments scattering across the floor but it did nothing to calm the fury boiling inside me.Isabella.That despicable, cunning woman.She ruined everything. My years of planning, years of hard work. She destroyed it all in one day!I paced back and forth, my fist clenched and jaw tightened. My mind reeled back to years back, when all of this started, the day I decided to charm my way into Isabella's life. It was never about love. The reason I approached her wasn't because I loved her in any way. It was all about power and control. She was a Sterling and the Sterling owned me everything.My father, James West, used to speak so hi
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