We walk hand in hand out of the venue, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He is devilishly handsome.
Everyone stares, in shock. I know it’s because of the Greek god by my side.
In my tipsy state, I feel bold, clinging to him like a schoolgirl. "Take all of me tonight, make me feel whole again," I slur.
"As you wish, my lady," he replies with a grin.
My cheeks flush as I lean in and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He responds eagerly, his lips warm and inviting.
"You taste divine," I murmur, lost in the moment.
"You are beautiful," he says softly, his gaze intense.
We stroll down the street, his hand in mine. The connection is exciting and comforting. Without a word, we seem to understand each other perfectly as we stop in front of a hotel. It feels like a spell has been cast on me, making me throw caution to the wind.
The hotel lobby is grand, with high ceilings, marble floors, and a majestic staircase. Expensive art lines the walls, and the air smells of fresh flowers.
I can’t keep my hands off him, my heart racing as I glance at him. He notices, smirking, aware of how much he’s affecting me. In the elevator, I giggle in excitement.
When we enter the room, the air around us feels charged. He looks at me intensely before cupping my breast. I shiver at his touch, and our lips crash together in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other eagerly.
My hands roam over his body as he does the same, both of us lost in the moment.
I can feel his desire pressing against me, and I fumble with his belt. He quickly strips off his clothes, and I do the same, tossing them aside.
Naked, he looks at me, his eyes filled with admiration. "You’re breathtaking," he says, making my heart race even faster.
He grabs me by the waist, guiding me to the bed and pushing me onto the soft mattress. He follows, and we stare at each other, our eyes filled with lust.
His hands explore my body, his fingers teasing my nipples until they harden under his touch.
I moan as he kisses me again, my hips bucking against him, desperate for more. He holds me tightly as he enters me with a powerful thrust.
We both groan at the contact, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
He moves slowly at first, as I enjoy each stroke, but soon, we’re lost in the rhythm, moving faster, the pleasure is overwhelming.
I feel my climax building, and he senses it too, picking up the pace until I explode in ecstasy, and he follows, filling me with his release.
The feeling is way out of this world as I am exhausted, I notice his piercing gaze on me, slowly kissing my forehead, as I lie in his arms, drifting off to sleep, feeling happier than I have in a long time.
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I take in my surroundings and I panic seeing I am somewhere strange.
Then slowly the dot starts fixing together As I remember where I am, and the events of the day before night flood back into my mind.
I glance at the man beside me. The soft sunlight peeking through the curtains casts a warm glow on his face, making him look like a work of art.
For a moment, I admire him, peaceful and godlike in his sleep. There’s something about him I can’t explain.
Quietly, I slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. He stirs slightly but he doesn't wake up. I sigh in relief knowing he is still sleeping.
I slowly pick my clothes from the clothes scattered on the floor and wear them. I take a final glance at the man, but in a way I see I didn't regret it.
I leave some money on the nightstand with a note, feeling it’s the right thing to do.
As I step out onto the street, memories of the day before flood my thoughts. I thought Jake was my prince charming.
My thought flashback to when I meet Jake
We met on a rainy afternoon as I hurry along the sidewalk with my umbrella, colliding with him.
My breath catches in my throat, and my heart pounds loudly in my chest as I look up to see the most beautiful eyes that hold me spellbound.
"I... I'm sorry," I stutter, my heart doing a flip.
"It's okay, beautiful," he says with a smile, his eyes locking onto mine. I'm sure he knows how much he affects me, but I slowly move away.
After that encounter, I can't stop thinking about him.
It feels like a dream come true when our paths cross again during a shopping spree with Sydney.
My breath catches again as he walks closer. "Hi there, I remember you from the other day."
"Hi, yes," I reply, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, staining them red.
"I didn’t catch your name last time," he says, grinning as if fully aware of the effect he has on me.
"That’s because I didn’t tell you," I say, rolling my eyes at his line. As I shake his hand, there's something about the way I feel when our hands touch.
We hit it off from there, going on a series of dates, and he finally proposed to me at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I had always dreamed of being proposed to there, and it felt like a dream come true. I said yes without hesitation because I loved him.
I introduced him to my parents, and Jake and my father instantly clicked as they bonded over business and the stock market.
Sydney warned me I was moving too fast, and now her words haunt me. Blinded by love, I couldn’t see the truth.
What was I thinking, exposing Jake and Nathalie like that? I thought it would bring justice, but it didn’t. It only left me feeling empty.
I can’t go back home. Not after everything—Jake’s betrayal, my family’s rejection. How can I face them again?
With nowhere to turn, I feel lost. Tears stream down my face as I wander, the pain of betrayal weighing heavy on my heart.
I walk until I find myself standing on the edge of a bridge, looking down at the river below. The water bubbles gently, almost inviting.
Suddenly, a voice screams behind me, "Please don’t jump!" The voice is desperate, full of concern.
I snap out of my trance and turn to see someone rushing toward me, their eyes wide with fear. My foot hovers on the edge, and I hesitate, unsure of what to do next…
Logan's POVWhen I wake up, I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. I reach out for her in bed, hoping to feel her close to me, but she’s not there.I jump out of bed, calling her name, but there’s no response.I walk to the bathroom, but she’s not there either.Back in the room, I spot an envelope and a note on the nightstand."I need time to reflect on what happened last night between us. Please understand that my choice isn’t about you. I left some money to cover my part of the hotel costs. Take care, Nadine."Immediately, I pick up my phone and call one of my men."Good morning, sir.""Good morning, Mark. Find that lady from last night.""Yes, boss."I head to the bathroom and freshen up, then my phone rings again. Mark’s voice comes through the line."Did you find her?" I ask, praying for a positive response."Yes, sir. She’s at the bridge.""Damn it, tell me the location now."I rush out of the hotel, one of the many I own. My chauffeur is already waiting in the ca
Nadine's POVI wait eagerly for his response, but he stays silent for some time, his eyes locked on mine as if trying to read my thoughts.His intense gaze makes me uneasy, but I gather the courage to ask, "What is it?"He leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips, and finally reveals his proposition. "A contract marriage with me for two years. I'll help you get the revenge you need and settle your mother's medical bill," he says matter-of-factly.I’m shocked at how much he knows about me. My mother has been ill for quite some time, and my father has shown no concern whatsoever. Despite my father’s indifference, she still loves him unconditionally.I’ve tried several times to raise money on my own, but every attempt has failed. My mother’s health continues to deteriorate, and I feel helpless."How do you know so much about me? We’ve never met before," I blurt out, unable to contain my curiosity."I take pleasure in knowing about people who pique my interest," he replies with a stoic exp
Sinking into the softness of the couch, I gaze at the shimmering ring on my finger. How did my life change so suddenly?I was supposed to be Mrs. Nadine Bennett, but fate had other plans. Now, I’m married to none other than Logan West.He’s undeniably the most powerful man in the city. Though he keeps a low profile, his name alone strikes fear into the hearts of many. No one dares cross him; his presence commands authority and his very stance radiates power.Life with Logan has been a whirlwind of emotions. True to his word, he stays out of my affairs, and I do my best to stay out of his.I’m grateful I took a month off while preparing for my wedding with Jake. Now, I have time to figure out what it means to be Logan’s wife.After signing the contract, a priest came in to marry us, and a stranger signed as our witness. I went to see my mom afterward, and thankfully, her dialysis treatment for chronic kidney disease is going well.The media has been buzzing about Jake’s marriage to Na
She evaluates me with a piercing gaze as if sizing me up to see if I’m fit to be her son’s wife. I shake it off and square my shoulders, take a deep breath, stretch my hand, and say, “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”Suddenly, her face brightens into a warm smile, and she pulls me into a hug. I’m startled that she accepts me with open arms.“Logan, are you sure about her being your wife?” she asks, needing to confirm she heard correctly.“Yes, Mother, she is my wife. We’ve been married for quite some time now,” he explains, looking at me with emotions I can't put into words, with Logan one can't be sure he draws me closer and kisses me softly on the lips.It's like my heart stops breathing for a while as I stand there frozen taking in his kiss slowly and steadily like I have been expecting it.Logan’s kiss lingers, leaving me breathless, my heart racing with emotions, I can't put into words. I wonder if he feels this strange pull between us or if it’s just an act for him.“Oh, stop it,
Nadine's POVI pour a drink into my glass, lifting it high. "Cheers to finding Mr. Perfect!" My voice bubbles with excitement, the smile on my face bright enough to make Sydney roll her eyes.She doesn’t approve of my wedding to Jake, which is set for tomorrow."Don’t you think you’re rushing things? He proposed less than six months after you met," she says, her tone cautious.I know she's worried, but she can’t see what I do. “Sydney, I love him. Don’t you understand? When Jake looks at me, it’s like every part of me lights up. I’ve spent my life dreaming of a fairytale, and with him, I’ve finally found it. He’s my prince.”She shakes her head. “Whatever you say. I just hope you’re not making a huge mistake. There’s something off about him. I can’t put my finger on it.”“Oh, Syd,” I sigh, trying to brush off the tension. “You’re just being your usual, practical self.”"Nadine, I'm serious. Something feels... wrong. And you’re moving way too fast.”Her words twist something deep in my
The plan to expose Jake and Nathalie brings a smile to my face. I’ve swapped the original wedding video with the video of their private moment. I discreetly made a video of them yesterday. The guest gasps seeing Jake and Nathalie's intimate scene playing on the screen. I turn around to see everyone's reaction. Jake’s eyes widen in disbelief as he stares at me. He’s speechless, his mouth hanging open. Nathalie, too, looks horrified. "You... you did this?" she asks, in a trembling voice.I smile calmly and whisper, "I did."As I watch everyone’s reactions I feel guilty already for causing the joyous occasion to turn sour.I gather my gown in my hands and run out of the venue. But as I flee, I suddenly stop when I feel a gaze piercing through me. A man stands in the distance, his eyes locked on mine, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His presence is unsettling like he’s seeing right through me."Nadine!" Sydney calls out, snapping me back to reality. I tear my gaze away f