"I..." He leaned down and forcefully kissed her soft lips, sending a shiver through his entire body.Just last night, he had taken her, and now he couldn't resist the urge to possess her again. Every part of him tightened, and she didn't know where to place her hands, so she ended up clutching at his shirt.Her heart raced wildly; his kiss was intoxicating.Caught up in the moment, Phoebe instinctively kissed him back, her fingers trailing from his chest to his neck.Their lips brushed together, though her movements were clumsy as she tried to mirror him, tentatively exploring his mouth.Yet, she felt something was off, and that realization made her feel embarrassed and shy, leading her to hesitate in initiating further kisses."Don't stop. Keep going; you're doing great..." He eased up on the kiss slightly, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. Her awkwardness only made him want her more.Blushing, Phoebe obeyed his words, not stopping. In the dark, gazing into his passionate eyes made her
When Phoebe woke up in the morning, she felt dizzy and weak all over. Still, she forced herself to get out of bed. Glancing at the time, she realized it was already nine o'clock. It was all her fault for standing by the window too long last night, letting the cold wind hit her—no wonder she had slept so heavily.After quickly getting herself ready, she hurried downstairs. There was an important lecture today, and she needed to get going before she missed it."Alex, I don't like this flavor. Where's that maid? I miss the food she used to make. It's been so long since I had it... Can you ask her to cook for me again?" Melissa pouted, gazing at Alexander across the table with a hint of coquettishness."Sure, no problem." Alexander smiled indulgently, lightly tapping Melissa's nose.He always granted Melissa's every request, and this was no exception—it was a small matter, after all.But... he wondered if Phoebe was awake yet. He checked the time, frowning. Why wasn't she up?Last night,
On the other side, Alva, still in a deep sleep, felt something warm kissing her body."Hmm... Stop it..." Alva murmured drowsily, thinking it was her dog, Dora, nudging her awake.Noah frowned in displeasure.Last night, he had planned to take her, but seeing how deeply she was sleeping, he couldn't bring himself to do it.He felt that their first time shouldn't happen while she was unconscious. She needed to fully feel his presence inside her.So, he had restrained himself until morning, intending to wake her and then have his way with her. But this stubborn woman wouldn't wake up.Looking at her perfect, fair skin, his throat tightened—she was truly beautiful.After bathing her last night, he hadn't dressed her, instead holding her naked body in his arms all night long. It was an agonizing night for him, staying awake, tormented by desire.Alva may have looked slender, but she wasn't lacking in the chest.When would this stubborn woman finally wake up?He kissed her, yet she didn't
For three days, Alva hadn't shown up for class, and Phoebe couldn't help but worry. She called her phone, but no one answered.At lunchtime, feeling uneasy, she decided to go to Alva's rented apartment, but no one was there either.Just as she was about to leave, a man suddenly appeared behind her.Startled, she jumped and turned around, finally seeing who it was."Are you trying to scare me to death?"Werner crossed his arms, smirking mischievously.Phoebe didn't feel like wasting words on him, so she turned to leave. She had always seen Werner as nothing more than a playful troublemaker."Sweetheart, it wasn't easy finding you..." Werner teased.Phoebe stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him."Stop being gross. My name is Phoebe."Werner frowned, clearly displeased with her suggestion. Sweetheart sounded much more intimate, didn't it?"Hey, Noah asked me to find you. Alva's in the hospital..."***Hospital.Phoebe watched as Noah paced anxiously in the hallway. She walked ov
"Alex, don't be mad, okay? I'm fine," the girl lying on the sofa said in a soft, delicate voice, her appearance pitiable."You're saying you're fine, but you've starved yourself into a stomachache." Alexander gently stroked her hair, his heart aching at how fragile she seemed."Don't blame Phoebe. She didn't mean to starve me. She probably just forgot because she was busy with something else," Melissa said, though her eyebrows knitted together as she clutched her stomach."Is it hurting again?" Alexander reached out to touch her stomach, his voice laced with worry. When Melissa shook her head, he clenched his fists, his dark eyes clouding over."You're too kind. I won't let her off the hook." That wretched woman.He had left for an urgent trip abroad this morning and rushed back in the evening, only to find Melissa curled up in pain on the sofa. Panicked, he quickly called a doctor, who informed him that Melissa had developed gastritis from not eating all day.Phoebe had taken advanta
Phoebe's mind was hazy, but she still managed to grasp his words. What did he mean? What pain was he talking about? What happened to Melissa?"I don't understand what you're saying," Phoebe replied, her voice trembling uncontrollably.She had expected this to happen, but she never imagined he would be this angry. Her eyes welled up, not from physical pain but from heartache.All she had done was stay with a friend and forget to come back and cook for them. He was being so cruel. They could have easily gone out to eat, so why treat her like this?She clenched her teeth against the pain."I gave you instructions, and you dared not come back to cook! Were you trying to starve her? Do you know she had a sudden bout of stomach pain today? You did this on purpose, you bitch!"Phoebe was forced to lift her head. Starve her? Even if she hadn't returned, they wouldn't have gone without food. If he cared about her so much, how could she have gotten st
"Alex, are you in there?" Melissa cautiously knocked on the door from the hallway.She had waited for him in the bedroom, but after two hours passed, she decided to go look for him in the living room. Surely, he should be done punishing that woman by now.Yet, when she got to the living room, neither of them were anywhere to be seen. But she was certain Alex was still home—his car keys were still in the bedroom.Staring at the tightly shut guest room door, a glint of malice flashed in her eyes."Scream... damn it... scream for me..." he growled, thrusting hard.Outside, Melissa's voice echoed in his ears, but it didn't make him pause.He continued like a beast, venting his rage. The sound of his movements was loud.The reason he had chosen to punish her in the bathroom was because it was soundproof. So even with Melissa right outside, there was no fear of her hearing anything."Alex…"Melissa kept knocking f
DA Group President's Office."Sir, Mr. Curitis Bernard is here to see you again...""Let him go.""Understood, sir."Half an hour later, Alexander's internal phone rang again."Sir, he said... he said if you don't meet with him, he'll force his way in..." the receptionist hesitated, clearly uncomfortable."Let him in," Alexander said, hanging up with a narrowed gaze.Persistent, isn't he?Every day, right on time, Curitis came looking for him. At that dinner, he had only wanted to test the waters, but now it seemed he had underestimated Phoebe's charm.Curitis, this proud artist, had lowered himself multiple times just for her. He had once refused to sell his painting "Tears" for a hundred million euros, yet now, he was willing to trade it for a woman.The door swung open.Curitis walked in gracefully, though the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. Without wasting any time, he placed the beautifully framed painting on Alexander's desk and went straight to the point."Alexander, here's
Phoebe was still lost in the dizzying heat of the kiss, her mind blank, unable to fully recover from the intoxicating sensation.Without warning, Alexander scooped her up once more, striding purposefully toward the private lounge attached to his office.The heavy door shut behind them with a muffled thud. Alexander carried her straight to the large, plush bed, leaning down slightly as he gently placed her onto the soft mattress.Phoebe's body sank into the luxurious bedding, her eyes widening in alarm as she looked up at him. "What… what are you doing?""I want you." His voice was deep and husky, laced with raw desire."No, you can't." Phoebe's breath came in uneven pants. Her emotions were in turmoil—fear and confusion tangled together, yet at the same time, her body betrayed her, reacting instinctively to his closeness. This only unsettled her more."Can't?" Alexander's lips curled into a faint smirk, his gaze dark and unreadable. Slowly, his eyes drifted downward, lingering at her
Phoebe stood in the secluded corner, her hands trembling slightly as they reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her gaze remained locked on Alexander's back, not daring to blink. Only after watching him remain completely still for a long while did she finally exhale softly and lower her head to begin changing.When she opened the gift box and saw the delicate black lingerie inside, she froze.Lifting the sheer fabric between her fingers, she muttered under her breath, "This is lingerie?"The material was nearly transparent—she could already imagine how revealing it would be once worn. For a moment, she weighed her options: should she stick with her own undergarments, or wear this?Her eyes drifted back to the black evening gown. Its design was exquisite and unique, seemingly crafted to pair perfectly with the lingerie, enhancing its elegance with a touch of allure.Biting her lower lip, Phoebe struggled internally before finally giving in. Slowly, she unhooked her own lingerie, her m
Phoebe dragged her exhausted body home, moving quietly to avoid disturbing her family. She didn't turn on the lights but relied on her familiarity with the house to navigate her way carefully to the bedroom in the dark.Stepping inside, she saw her children sleeping soundly in bed. Her heart instantly softened, overflowing with warmth as she unconsciously sat down beside them."Kids, Mommy saw your daddy today," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Reaching out, she gently brushed her fingers over their cheeks, her touch unbearably tender. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.That night, Phoebe slept more peacefully than she had in a long time.In her dreams, she saw the bright, happy faces of her children, playing and laughing together. She saw herself joining in, their joyous laughter filling the air. And Alexander… he was there too. The four of them stood in a beautiful garden, basking in the warm sunlight. It was a dream so wonderful, so perfect, that she wis
On most afternoons, as soon as lunch was over, Phoebe would return to her desk without delay, diving right back into work. But today, she was different. Instead of heading straight back, she wandered aimlessly around the company's surroundings, unwilling to return. It wasn't until 2:30 PM that she finally, and reluctantly, made her way back to the office.As she walked, her mind kept replaying the moment she had shaken off Alexander's grip earlier. His darkened expression told her everything—he was furious. She was almost certain he would take his revenge in the afternoon, assigning her a slew of unreasonable tasks just to make things difficult for her. With this uneasy thought lingering in her mind, Phoebe stepped into the office.Strangely enough, the entire afternoon passed without any sign of Alexander. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. There were no assignments, no sudden calls to his office—nothing.Sitting at her desk, Phoebe felt restless. Every now and then, she gla
Phoebe covered her lips, tears streaming down her face as she ran toward the restroom. She kept her head low, afraid of letting anyone see her in such a disheveled state. Once inside, she hurried into a stall, locked the door tightly, and slowly crouched down, wrapping her arms around her knees as she broke into uncontrollable sobs.Her cries echoed within the small cubicle, filled with sorrow and despair, as if trying to release all the grievances she had suppressed over the years. She cried for what felt like an eternity until her eyes were so swollen she could barely keep them open.Standing up shakily, Phoebe walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection—her puffy, distorted eyes a stark reminder of her breakdown. She turned on the faucet, cupped her hands under the icy water, and splashed it onto her face repeatedly. The coldness stung her skin, but it also helped her regain a bit of clarity. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and made a firm decision in her heart.Ba
Upon reaching it, he freed one hand and, with a swift motion, swept everything off the surface.A loud crash echoed through the office as papers, stationery, and files scattered across the floor.The next second, Alexander carefully laid Phoebe down on the now-empty desk. She instinctively tried to sit up and escape, but before she could make a move, his towering frame loomed over her, pinning her beneath him.Phoebe's hands immediately pushed against him, her voice trembling with near desperation. "No, don't."But Alexander was far too strong. In an instant, he seized her wrists and forced them above her head, rendering her completely immobile."Isn't this the reason you came back?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.Phoebe's eyes welled up with tears. "I didn't… The public records never indicated you were the owner of this company. If I had known, I—"Before she could finish her sentence, Alexander abruptly leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, stormy kiss that swallowed her wor
Phoebe's fingers hovered over the cold doorknob for a second, her knuckles whitening. She drew a sharp breath and pushed open the heavy black door.The CEO's office was more expansive than she had imagined. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering cityscape beyond, while at the center of the room, a large black executive chair sat with its high back turned toward her—tall enough to nearly obscure the figure seated in it."Sir, I'm the new secretary, Phoebe Garcia." Her voice cut through the silence, so clear she could hear the faint tremor in her own words.No response.The chair rotated slowly, and Phoebe's gaze traveled upward—over polished leather shoes, long legs, an immaculately tailored suit—until it landed on that face.Alexander Knight.Her breath hitched. Her pupils constricted. It was as if every drop of blood in her veins had frozen solid.Thud. The cardboard box in her arms crashed to the floor, the small potted succulent inside shattering, soil streaking her skirt.
Monday, Alexander's office.The sharp scent of nicotine hung heavily in the air, making it hard to breathe. The thick curtains were drawn tightly shut, blocking out even the faintest trace of sunlight. On the desk, countless files were scattered—each one filled with information about a certain woman.Alexander sat there, eyes tightly shut, brows deeply furrowed. He had locked himself in the office for two whole days, isolating himself from the outside world entirely.For the past two days, it felt like he was wandering through a maze of agony, memories flashing through his mind like fragmented images. The stories Dana had told him surfaced again and again, chaotically piecing together inside his head.Maybe it was because those memories were too familiar. Maybe it was the scent that lingered around him lately, or the figure that haunted his dreams. He had lost his memory for five years, but within these two days—it all came flooding back.All the love, all the hatred, played like a mo
In the car ride home, Jeremy sat sulking in his seat, puffing out his cheeks, eyes fixed straight ahead, completely ignoring Amy. Amy gazed at him pitifully. She had apologized several times, but Jeremy remained unmoved.Amy felt both aggrieved and anxious. Is Jeremy really that angry with me? Is he just going to ignore me like this? No, she couldn't stand it. She didn't want her brother to keep giving her the cold shoulder."Jeremy, I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Forgive me, will you?" Amy sobbed as she stole glances at Jeremy, desperately hoping he would at least spare her a glance — even just a fleeting one.Jeremy folded his arms tightly across his chest and turned his head toward the window, deliberately avoiding Amy's gaze. He secretly made a vow to himself: From now on, I'm never taking her out again.Seeing that Jeremy still refused to pay her any attention, Amy had no choice but to seek help from their mother. She threw herself into Phoebe's