On the night of their three-year anniversary, Anita finds her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman. Feeling heartbroken, she drowns her sorrows in a reckless night of passion with a mysterious stranger. The next morning, she wakes up to an insane offer from him, marriage. When she loses her job and her mother is in need of surgery, Anita, desperate and with nowhere to turn, signs the contract. Only to discover after that her new husband is none other than her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Anita quickly finds herself caught in a web of family drama with a marriage that was never meant to be real. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And when Anita’s past collides with her present, the once quiet life she had is about to erupt in flames. ~ “You weren’t acting like that when you were moaning my name in that hotel room” Heat shot through my body at his teasing remark. I gulped, trying to stay strong. “That was a mistake and you know it” Nathan chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Was it? Because I remember you clinging onto me… begging me not to stop” “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered, almost breathless as he trailed his fingers down to my jaw, tilting my face upwards. “What I enjoy is knowing that no matter how much you try to fight it, your body remembers me” The last words were a whisper against the skin of my neck. My breath caught in my throat. “My mother is in the next room” Nathan smirked. “Then you better keep quiet.”
Lihat lebih banyakLike a razor, Nathan's presence sliced through the confusion. Every head turned when his words boomed forth. His eyes blazed with a rage Anita had never witnessed before, despite the fact that his suit was ripped, saturated in rain, and blood-stained. It was the expression of a man who was prepared to destroy the entire world for her. With his rifle levelled directly at Patricia's head, he reiterated, "Avoid my wife." Patricia remained unflinching. Rather, she grinned. She folded her arms and added, "Nathan, you were always dramatic." However, it's too late. The game has already started. Nathan didn't flinch. "I swear to God, if you get even an inch closer to her—" "She is my daughter," Patricia angrily declared. "Not yours." Anita's heart fell.Her suspicion that her mother wasn't who she seemed had been around for a while, but this? This was awful. Even though her knees were shaking, Anita stepped between Nathan and Patricia and remarked icily, "I'm not yours." "It
Unexpectedly, the storm had arrived. Rain battered the penthouse's glass windows and thunder splintered across the sky. In the living room, Anita stood by herself, surrounded by long, agitated shadows. Nathan promised to return shortly. Four hours have passed since then. She gripped her phone and gazed at the final message he sent: "Remain indoors." Secure everything. Whatever the situation, don't open the door. Since then, he had not responded. There was a problem. It was screaming in her gut. Nathan did not vanish. He didn't stop talking. Not after the abduction of Sophia. Not when there were rumours circulating in the media. Not with The Architect looming over them. The architect.With a shaky gasp, she moved towards the window. A nameless opponent was moving pieces she couldn't see somewhere, shattering families and empires from the inside out. They were now pursuing her. Trying to steady her hands, she poured a spray of water over the bar cart. But when she ra
As it got closer to the warehouse, Nathan's black SUV hummed as it sliced through the shadowed streets like a ghost. He was so focused on strategy, calculations, and the constant throb of adrenaline in his veins that he hardly noticed the vehicle's motion. Gregor checked his rifle next to him, his face inscrutable. "We're striking hard?" Nathan tightened his hold on the steering wheel. "No. We're entering strategically. It was crucial for Sophia's survival. Gregor nodded slowly, realising the implied implication. Failure was not an option because they only had one chance at this. The architect believed they were in charge of the board. However, they had misjudged the individual.The trap is in place. Nathan turned off the headlights as they drew into an empty lot. The flickering lamps barely lit the rusting facade of the warehouse that towered over them. A shadow shifted close to the doorway. Armed. Protecting. Nathan tightened his jaw. "They anticipate us." Gregor
Nathan's pulse pounded against his ribs as he gazed at the screen. Sophia. Hurt, battered, and completely scared. Beside him, Anita took a sharp gasp. "This must be a trick, isn't it?" Nathan remained silent. Already, the possibilities were running through his thoughts. Sophia wasn't blameless; she had plotted, cheated, and even attempted to destroy Anita's life. However, this? This was not like the others. There was more to the Architect's message than that. Nathan was forced to play the game they were establishing the rules for. The screen displayed another message. "Time is of the essence. Call or she will perish. Gregor exhaled deeply and slowly. "You're playing right into their hands if you interact with them." Nathan's hands tightened into fists. "If I don't, they'll kill her." Anita's face looked pallid and conflicted. He could feel the conflict brewing within her—Sophia had been her adversary, but she wasn't heartless. "You can't just let her die," Anita m
As Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, his hold on the phone became more firm. The image was new: Anita stood close to their penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the city lights. However, she wasn't by alone. In the backdrop, a shadow was just barely discernible in the glass's reflection. There had been a visitor. With deadly composure, Nathan ordered, "Pack a bag." Anita's breath caught. “What?” Nathan's dark, unfathomable eyes turned to her. "We're heading out." Now. Anita was hesitant. “But—” Gregor interrupted, his voice urgent. He's correct, Anita. You're not safe here if they manage to get inside. She felt a knot in her stomach. Her skin crawled at the idea that someone had been watching her, that she had been unaware.She nodded and quickly grabbed a tiny luggage from the closet. Nathan trailed behind, opening a drawer and taking out a loaded firearm. It was a harsh reminder that this was more than just a game, and the sight of it chilled her. I
As Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, his hold on the phone became more firm. The image was new: Anita stood close to their penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the city lights. However, she wasn't by alone. In the backdrop, a shadow was just barely discernible in the glass's reflection. There had been a visitor. With deadly composure, Nathan ordered, "Pack a bag." Anita's breath caught. “What?” Nathan's dark, unfathomable eyes turned to her. "We're heading out." Now. Anita was hesitant. “But—” Gregor interrupted, his voice urgent. He's correct, Anita. You're not safe here if they manage to get inside. She felt a knot in her stomach. Her skin crawled at the idea that someone had been watching her, that she had been unaware.She nodded and quickly grabbed a tiny luggage from the closet. Nathan trailed behind, opening a drawer and taking out a loaded firearm. It was a harsh reminder that this was more than just a game, and the sight of it chilled her. I
Nathan's penthouse was oppressively quiet. He could still see the taunting, challenging message from The Architect. Watching Nathan pace the room, Anita perched on the side of the bed with her fingers intertwined. His muscles tensed with controlled tension, and his jaw was clenched. Since security had verified that the signal originated inside the premises, he had hardly talked. Their walls had been penetrated. The hush was broken when Anita eventually replied, "I don't understand." How were they able to bypass security? Who is capable of this? Nathan paused his pacing and faced her. His gloomy eyes were impenetrable, but beneath his annoyance was something more that made Anita's stomach knot.“They didn’t just get past security, Anita,” he replied, his voice softer, more controlled. “They were already inside.” Her breath caught. "You believe—" He interrupted, saying, "I think this isn't just about my business anymore." "This is a personal matter." She felt a chill go
The gunshot was followed by a deafening quiet. As Anita's eyes flitted to Nathan, looking for any indication of harm, her breath caught in her throat. His posture was tight, his face unreadable—but the moment was broken by a sudden intake of breath. Gregor stumbled against the wall, clutching his side. Dark, merciless blood soaked between his fingertips. "Dad!" Nathan was quicker than Sophia, who shouted and rushed forward. He lowered Gregor to the ground, catching him before he fell. Anita clambered up to his side and covered the cut with her hands. The blood spread too quickly and was warm—too warm. Anita begged, her voice full of dread, "Stay with me." Nathan jerked his head in the direction of his security detail. Track down the shooter! Right now!His guys fumbled, spreading out, their voices crackling through earpieces. However, Anita felt deep down that this was more than just an attack. It was a message. With a moan, Gregor tightened his hold on Nathan's wrist.
The weight of everything they had been through crashed down on them, and Nathan's hold on Anita's hand grew tighter. They were besieged and had nowhere to flee once the Architect executed his last move. However, Nathan had never been a guy to submit to fate. He outwitted adversaries who attempted to destroy him, created his empire out of nothing, and would now do the same to the anonymous menace that had plagued them for months. Anita clung to him, her other hand shaking against the material of his shirt, her breath irregular and her pulse wild. "Nathan," she muttered, her voice full of passion. But what if this isn't the end? What if—She was forced to look into his eyes as he cupped her face. "When I say it's over, it is." There was something deeper in his gaze, something raw and unbreakable, but his tone was steel. They were both on high alert when they heard a loud crash from the corridor. Just as the door exploded open, Nathan turned and positioned Anita behind him. W
It was my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I was busy preparing to get to his place and surprise him. Harry had grown somewhat distant because of how busy his work was keeping him. He'd had to cancel our plans for the evening last minute because he'd be working really late.So I decided to bring our plans to him. I got a taxi and drove to the rich side of town. I had a key to his apartment and I went in. He wasn't home yet so I busied myself with cooking and setting up his surprise. A few hours later, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He was a bit earlier than I'd expected. I quickly tidied up and rushed into his bathroom to freshen up. Soon, I heard him enter the room. I smiled, preparing to go out to meet him, when I heard something else and my hand paused on the doorknob. A giggle. It was loud and piercing at the same time and it was followed by kissing sounds and soft moaning. My hand tightened around the know and I opened it slightly, giving me a view o...
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