Hema had stopped questioning her life. She had accepted her fate as Zayden’s wife—his possession, his obsession. She had no phone, no laptop, no contact with the outside world. All she had was him.And he made sure she didn’t need anything else.One evening, after a quiet dinner, she finally asked, “Can I have my laptop and phone back?”Zayden, who had been sipping his wine lazily, stilled. His sharp eyes lifted to meet hers. “Why?”“I just…” she hesitated. “I want to feel normal again. At least let me read the news, listen to music, or—”She never got to finish her sentence.Zayden had already closed the distance between them. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her lips. “You don’t need a phone or a laptop,” he whispered. “You have me.”Before she could protest, he kissed her.At first, it was slow, deliberate—an attempt to make her forget her request.But as soon as she responded, his grip tightened.He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to their bedroom. His hands tr
Hema stood in the kitchen, the soft scent of berries filling the air as she cut them to eat. The sun had barely risen, casting golden light through the massive windows. Zayden entered the kitchen after signalling all servants out.Because he wanted to be near her.She felt him before she saw him. A familiar warmth behind her, a presence she had come to recognize even without turning around.“You should be getting ready for your flight,” she said, her voice calm, yet laced with something she couldn’t define.Zayden ignored her words.Instead, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest.His hands were warm as they slid beneath her shirt, fingertips pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. She gasped when he gripped her waist muscle, his hold possessive, almost desperate.She let out a small whimper.Zayden smirked against her neck, his lips brushing lightly against her skin.“I’ll be gone for a day,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough
The cold evening air brushed against Hema’s skin as she stood outside the lawn.She didn’t flinch when Zayden’s father stepped out of his car, his sharp gaze landing on her. There was no need for pretense. She assumed that he had something from her.“I know you why you are here,” she said, her voice steady.A hint of amusement flickered in the older man’s eyes. He studied her for a moment, before letting out a low chuckle.“You are a clever woman,” he murmured, stepping closer. “And I assume you also wanted the same”Hema exhaled slowly, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Yes. Of course , I want you to send me somewhere he’ll never find me.”The silence between them stretched, tense and unyielding.Finally, Zayden’s father smiled.“This is unexpected,” he admitted, his voice laced with intrigue. “But… beneficial.”The Present: The Plan is Set in MotionThe moment Zayden left the mansion, his father arrived. He stepped inside with the ease of a man who had already claimed his
Zayden’s heart pounded violently as he stormed into his mansion, his breath ragged, his muscles coiled tight with rage. He had felt it the moment he left—something was wrong. He had dismissed the unease at first, thinking it was just the unfamiliarity of being away from her for the first time in weeks. But the dread had grown heavier with every passing hour, gnawing at him like a disease. And now, as he stood in the middle of the grand hallway, the truth hit him with full force.She was gone.His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on a letter placed on the coffee table. Beside it lay a bottle of birth control pills, mocking him. He felt his fingers tremble as he picked up the letter, unfolding it with an unbearable sense of dread.“Goodbye. I hope I never meet this nightmare again. Dreams are just dreams—don’t expect them to come true in real life.”The paper crumpled in his grip, veins pulsing on the back of his hand. His throat burned as he clenched his jaw. His eyes dart
Hema’s vision was blurry, her wrists ached from the tight ropes, and her head spun from whatever Nina had drugged her with. The coldness of the warehouse seeped into her bones, but the danger before her was far worse than the discomfort.Nina sat in front of her, casually placing her arms over the headrest of the chair she turned backward. A gun rested on her lap, her fingers lazily running along the metal surface.“You know, Hema,” Nina sighed, tilting her head, “I could have been patient. I could have let you suffer a little longer, made you watch as Zayden forgot about you. But no… you always have to be the center of attention, don’t you?”Hema swallowed, her throat dry. “Nina… please. I don’t want to be in his life. I swear. Let me go, and I’ll disappear forever. You won’t have to deal with me again.”Nina laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s not how this works. You think I believe that? You think if I let you go, Zayden won’t destroy the whole world to find you? No,
Hema’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the dense woods, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and the occasional crunch of leaves beneath her bare feet sent a jolt of fear through her. She couldn’t afford to make a sound. Her hands trembled as she pressed herself against the rough bark of a tree, straining to hear beyond the rapid beating of her own heart.Somewhere in the distance, she heard Nina’s voice cutting through the silence. “Find her! She couldn’t have gone far!” The urgency in Nina’s tone sent a shiver down Hema’s spine. They were close. Too close.Desperate, she crouched down and blindly reached for something—anything—that could help her. Her fingers brushed against a small stone, cool and smooth against her palm. She swallowed, calculating the distance between her and Nina’s approaching footsteps. With a silent prayer, she hurled the stone to the side, aiming it toward a thicket of bushes.The rock la
The grand hall of the mansion was silent, the air thick with grief and disbelief. Dim candlelight flickered across the towering walls, casting eerie shadows over the marble floor. The empire had lost its king—the man who ruled with an iron fist, the man Mia had idolized, feared, and obeyed. Now, he lay lifeless before her, his once-powerful frame covered with a white sheet, stained in red.Mia stood frozen at the threshold of the hall, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she took hesitant steps toward the lifeless body of her father. Her chest felt tight, as if a steel hand had clenched around her heart, making it impossible to breathe. She had always known her father was a dangerous man, a ruthless one—but never in her worst nightmares had she imagined this end. Not at the hands of his own son.A sharp sob tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her trembling fingers hesitantly reached for his cold hand, gripping it tightly as if willing him to come ba
The car skidded violently on the muddy road, the tires losing grip as Hema fought desperately to control the steering wheel. The cold night air was thick with mist, the dense trees looming like silent sentinels on either side of the narrow, winding path. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, louder than the roaring engine. She knew she didn’t have much time before they would realize she was missing.The headlights flickered against the treeline as she pressed harder on the gas, but the car jerked unexpectedly, hitting a rock, causing the steering to wrench from her grip. The vehicle spun out of control, careening toward the lake at the end of the road. Hema’s breath hitched in terror as the front wheels hit the water first, and the rest of the car followed with a deafening splash. Ice-cold water rushed in through the cracks, seeping into her clothes as she gasped for air.Her limbs felt sluggish. She tried to reach for the door handle, but the pressure of the water kept it shut. Her ches
The hospital lights were far too bright for Zayden’s comfort, but nothing about this day was supposed to be comfortable. He paced the hallway outside the operating theater, Ira cradled carefully in his arms. She looked up at him with those curious eyes, still too young to understand why her usually composed father was walking in frantic loops across polished tiles.Across the hall, Mark looked equally stricken. His face was pale, and his fingers drummed nervously on the side of the chair as he watched the double doors of the maternity wing like a man waiting for a verdict.“Mommy will be here soon,” Zayden muttered, adjusting Ira’s blanket answering her,Zayden nodded. “You think Mia’s okay?”“Mia is okay but I am not,” Mark fired back, trying to force a grin but failing. “Mia threatened to castrate me if I faint during delivery. So yeah, my brain is doing backflips.”Just then, the double doors opened.A nurse walked out, pulling off her mask. “Mr. Zayden?”He stepped forward, heartb
He crashed his mouth to hers—hard, needy. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his body against hers, her thighs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His kiss was urgent, deep, the kind that made her forget where she was. He pulled back just enough to yank her top over her head, exposing her soft breasts, nipples already hard.Zayden groaned at the sight of her and buried his face between them. He licked, kissed, nipped—lavishing each breast with slow, deliberate attention. Hema arched into him, her fingers gripping the bedsheet. His mouth worked her expertly, moving from her breasts to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of wet heat down to her belly.By the time he reached between her legs, she was trembling. His fingers teased her clit, slow circles that made her moan into the air. He loved watching her unravel under his touch—loved seeing her lose control.“Zayden…” she gasped, her thighs twitching. “I need you… inside me.”His lips made a curl. “ you are losing y
The drive stretched endlessly, winding through green hills and coastal turns, the golden hue of the sun bathing the road in warmth. Zayden had planned this break meticulously—no calls, no business, no parenting duties. Just Hema and him, for five full days. Their daughter Ira was safely with Mia, and for the first time in over a year, Hema felt… untethered.She sat in the passenger seat, hair loosely tied, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at the moving landscape. The windows were down just enough for the wind to tousle her strands. Zayden glanced at her sideways, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly—it stirred something primal in him.“You know,” he said, reaching over to entwine his fingers with hers, “I’ve been imagining this trip for weeks.”Hema looked over, already smiling. “I can tell. You’ve been grinning like a maniac since we left.”“I just missed having you to myself,” he said, his voice dropping. “No diapers. No meetings. No interruptions.”She giggled. “And what
The following evening, the golden light of sunset poured into the wide windows of the mansion. Ira was curled up peacefully in her little crib beside the cushioned couch, her tiny hands resting near her face, making gentle sleepy sounds as she dreamed. Hema sat cross-legged on the plush rug nearby, brushing out her hair while Zayden sat beside her, lazily scrolling through photos of Ira’s first steps with an affectionate grin plastered on his face.Mia strolled into the room in her usual confident gait, dressed in her casual yet elegant loungewear, holding a small gift box in one hand.“For the little queen,” she said, placing the box near Ira’s crib and kneeling to press a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. “I still can’t believe she walked. I missed it!”Hema smiled warmly, setting her brush aside. “She’ll walk into your arms next time. Or maybe run.”Mia’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Hema. “She better. I’m planning to bribe her with toys and secrets.”Zayden chuckled, “Spoiling h
The grand mansion buzzed with life as little Ira, now a spirited one-year-old, filled its halls with her infectious laughter. Her tiny hands and knees propelled her swiftly across the marble floors, making her the darling of everyone—from the seasoned housekeepers to Zayden’s meticulous assistant, Mark. Each had succumbed to her charm, their days brightened by her presence.One particular afternoon, Ira’s curiosity led her on an unexpected adventure. The distant sound of raised voices echoed through the corridors, drawing her attention. Recognizing her mother’s voice, she set off, her crawling turning into determined steps as she clung to walls and furniture for support. The babysitter, momentarily distracted, turned to find Ira missing from her side. Panic surged as she began her search, only to spot the child making her way toward the commotion.Inside the master bedroom, tension crackled. Hema stood her ground, arms crossed, eyes blazing with frustration. Zayden, looking remorseful
The grand black gates of the mansion opened slowly, the familiar creak echoing through the long driveway lined with blooming jasmine. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in golden light as Zayden stepped out of the sleek black SUV, carefully cradling Ira in one arm, while holding Hema protectively with the other. Hema’s steps were slower, her body still weak from the birth, but her heart was full—this was a different kind of return. One not born out of pain or escape, but healing.Mia stood at the entrance, wearing a simple beige dress and a soft, rare smile on her face. Her sharp eyes shimmered the moment she spotted Ira. She rushed down the stairs barefoot, arms extended. “There she is—my little angel!” Mia’s voice trembled with emotion.Zayden grinned as he gently passed Ira into her arms. “She missed her aunt, didn’t she, baby?” he murmured, planting a kiss on Hema’s forehead.Hema chuckled softly and nodded. “We named her,” she said, watching Mia’s eager face.“Oh?” Mia rais
Hema lay curled up beside Zayden, her body still sore from the C-section she had just a week ago. Their baby girl, Ira, was sleeping peacefully next to her in a bassinet . Hema and Zayden had been through so much together, and now, with their little family complete, they felt like the luckiest people in the world.Hema caught him staring and gave him a coy smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly reached up and unzipping her kurti, exposing one of her full, heavy breasts."Have a taste," she purred seductively, her voice low and inviting. Zayden's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her perfect breast, the nipple already engorged with milk. His cock instantly hardened, straining against his boxers. He swallowed thickly, desire burning in his veins.Zayde arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, my love?"Hema nodded with a smile,Zayden's eyes darkened with lust. "I'll be gentle. I promise."In one swift movement, he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses along the swel
The tarmac glistened under the late afternoon sun as Zayden led Hema gently toward the sleek, private jet waiting for them. The sound of soft wind mixed with the distant hum of the plane’s engines. Zayden had one arm securely wrapped around Hema’s waist, supporting her as they walked slowly, while the other held baby Ira against his chest with practiced care.Behind them, two of Zayden’s men followed with their luggage, handling everything swiftly without a word. The elderly couple had waved goodbye, tears in their eyes, just a few minutes ago. Now, as they approached the jet’s steps, Zayden helped Hema up first, handing the baby over for a moment so he could lift her easily.“You don’t have to carry me every time,” Hema mumbled, half-blushing, half-teasing as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.“You say that as if I’m going to stop,” Zayden smirked. “Let me enjoy being your crutch for a while longer.”He helped her to the spacious cabin of the jet, where a luxurious bed had alre
Zayden stood by Hema’s side as she slowly made her way down the hospital corridor, holding tightly onto his hand. Every step she took was careful, her body still sore, but determined. She didn’t complain. Her grip on his hand tightened whenever the pain in her abdomen throbbed, but she said nothing—only looked ahead, her face slightly pale but strong.Zayden, ever watchful, didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second.“You don’t have to push yourself,” he said gently, adjusting his arm around her waist.“I’m not pushing,” she whispered. “I just want to feel normal again.”Zayden chuckled softly.They reached the end of the hallway, and Hema paused near the window, looking outside at the golden morning sun spreading across the hospital lawn. She took a breath, soaking in the warmth. But the next moment, her knees buckled slightly.“Hema!” Zayden immediately pulled her close.She didn’t fall. She collapsed forward—right into his chest, her forehead resting just above his heart. Her a