PARIS ~~~~~ Nora burst into Noah Bamford's office, her breath coming in rapid gasps, as if she were being pursued by a masquerade. Noah, a striking figure with raven-black hair and devilish charm, sighed deeply. "Seriously, Nora," he chided, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "how many times have I told you to knock when you come into my office? " 'S…sorry, sir, but it's kind of urgent," Nora replied, still catching her breath. Noah raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with exasperation. "So urgent that you couldn't raise your pretty little fingers and knock?" he quipped. Nora paused, taken aback. "Oh!" she stammered. "You think my hands are pretty?" She asked him shyly, attempting to divert the conversation. Annoyed and tired, Noah pressed, "Nora!?" Clearing her throat, Nora refocused. "Yes, sorry... I just wanted to ask if you've heard the news." Taken aback, Noah inquired, "What news?" Nora didn't mince words. She forcefully slammed a magazine on the t
“What party is that again?" I asked, storming into the dressing room where Lucian was changing."What?" Lucian turned to me, looking confused. "What did you say?""I'm asking what party you guys were talking about earlier.""Ah!" he sighed, his expression turning thoughtful.Frowning, I added, "Okay! I don't think I like the duration of that sigh. It's too long." I pointed out, and a faint smile crept onto his face."Well… Aunty Amelia...""Oh, great!""She wants to throw a big party.""Fuck me!" I snapped."With pleasure," he smirked, his eyes locking onto mine."Don't tempt me!" I replied with a playful frown.Then I questioned, "How does that affect us? If she wants to throw a goddamn party, just let her."Lucian leaned against the wall, his expression becoming more serious. "The party is for us... no, it's for you. She wants to formally welcome you into the family."Taken aback, I responded, "Huh! You're saying the crazy bitch who was yapping in her old tongue, calling me all sort
Unlike before, Lucian wasted no time taking her. Only in moments like this did he truly become a beast in human form. He forcefully opened her gown, moistened her throbbing core with his fingers, and with one swift movement, he penetrated her, causing her to moan. Her moans were like a symphony to his ears. He continued to thrust into her relentlessly until there was nothing left of her. "Lucian, wait!" Mira cried out in his arms, overcome with pleasure. "I can't go on," she breathed into his neck. "Yes, you can," he urged, thrusting repeatedly. "Just this one time." "That's what you said the last four times," she bit his earlobe, arousing him even more. "It's not my fault; I can't resist you," he confessed, taking one of her pink, erect nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. "Oh my God!" she cried out again, and he smirked. "Moan as much as you like, Mira. I want the entire mansion to hear your beautiful voice," he said with an evil grin. "You... you're insane,"
Fire That Burns "Ah!" Lucian exclaimed as he glanced at the heap of files on his desk and then towards the door. He half-expected Mira to come to him, but he knew that was merely wishful thinking. For the past few weeks, she had refused to even look at him or speak to him without offering an explanation. On the other hand, he didn't want to pressure her into revealing the truth, afraid of triggering her. But he couldn't help muttering to himself, "To hell with it. Maybe I should just confront her and shake the truth out of her." How was he supposed to focus on this mountain of work when she occupied his thoughts so completely? He sighed and thought, "It's probably best if I take a..." Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, interrupting his train of thought. "Who is it?" Lucian asked, annoyed, but there was no response. "Ken?" he called again, met only with silence. Growing increasingly irritated, he pushed himself up from his seat and approached the door, ready to confront
It hasn't even been a day since Lucian left for New York, and I'm already overwhelmed by loneliness. I settled onto the pristine white sofa, surrounded by vigilant guards, while Rose kept a watchful eye on me.Sighing, I asked, "Is there a particular reason for the room to be so crowded?" My gaze remained fixed on Rose."Hmm," she hesitated before replying, "Sorry, Ma'am, but Sir Lucian instructed me to stay close to you before he left, in case you required any assistance.""And what about the guards?" I inquired once more, taking a sip of the chilled tea."Well... it's our duty to safeguard the madam, on behalf of the boss," they responded in unison."Ah, I don't need this... Dismiss, immediately," I snapped. However, instead of leaving, they simply relocated to another area. I sighed once more, telling myself, "As long as I can't see them, it's okay."Turning to Rose, I inquired, "What's for breakfast?""Oh, I was about to prepare fried chicken, but I held off, awaiting your instr
Pretending to head back to my room, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. With cautious curiosity, I peered from a corner, keeping a watchful eye on Lora and my uncle as they followed Rose. As they disappeared from my sight, a growing sense of unease gnawed at me, leaving me with an unsettling feeling that there was much more to their unexpected visit than met the eye. As I stormed into my room, a torrent of curse words erupted from my lips. "That's a damn son of a bitch!!" I spat out with furious intensity. I slammed my fist against the big standing mirror next to my bed, shattering it into countless shards. "Ah!" I winced as I stared at my bleeding hand, feeling neither pain nor remorse. "He sent his lackeys, instead of having the guts to come himself," I seethed with a rage that consumed me. Then, I burst into hysterical laughter. "But, it's fine... I mean, since I plan to wipe out the entire family, I'll need to find them first. And since they just walked right into my trap on their
"Seriously, how much further do we have to go?" Lora's voice dripped with frustration as she inquired of the maid. Her eyes scanned the endless corridor lined with ornate doors, each hiding secrets within. "We've literally passed like a thousand rooms. Why not choose from these?" The impatience in her tone was palpable, echoing the exhaustion etched on her face. Rose, the maid, remained silent. The dim light in the corridor flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls until they reached a stop between two large, vacant rooms. Rose hesitated, her gaze shifting between the doors as if hoping one would speak to her and provide an easy solution. "I'm sorry... I'm just following orders," She finally replied, her voice soft as a whisper, her eyes meeting Lora's with a gentle smile that held a hint of melancholy. "You can choose from either of these rooms." She gestured gracefully to the doors opposite each other, her movements mirroring the elegance of a ballet dancer. "Please, rest u
New York ~~~~~~ "Ah!" Lucian sighed in frustration as he kept staring at his phone, his brows furrowed in disappointment. "Why isn't she calling me?" he asked, pouting like a disappointed child, his impatience clear in his tone. Ken, clearly exasperated, gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why don't you just call her... so we'll get back to work, Sir? At this rate, we won't be able to finish on time," he pointed out, his words edged with irritation, his professionalism challenged by Lucian's fixation. Lucian let out another sigh, his frustration apparent. "I wanted her to call me first," he declared, his voice tinged with stubbornness. The room hung heavy with the tension between their differing priorities – one, a desire for personal connection, and the other, a commitment to professional responsibilities. Ken just kept staring at him. For the ten years he had worked with Lucian, this was the first time he was acting like a teenager. Even when he was at that age, he never behaved thi