MY. GOD.
I blinked rapidly, rubbing my eyes as if that would change the reality before me. But no matter how many times I did, the man lying beside me was still Zion Yohan Warren—not Harrison Pierre Whitmore.
Shit. What the hell have I done?
No. No. No. This can’t be happening!
A piercing scream tore from my throat as I scrambled backward—only to miscalculate my movements and fall off the bed with a painful thud.
"So damn loud," Yohan groaned, his deep, irritated voice cutting through the chaos of my mind.
I gasped and quickly grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around my naked body as I pushed myself up. My heart pounded wildly as I turned to face him.
Yohan was already sitting up, shirtless, his disheveled hair only making him look even more intimidating. His sharp gaze locked onto me, unreadable yet piercing, making my breath hitch.
Then my phone rang.
MY. GOD.
A horrifying realization hit me.
I had set up my plan last night. I had told my secretary to inform my father where I was if he asked. And to make matters worse—I had left my GPS on.
My entire body went cold.
I lunged for my sling bag, ignoring Yohan’s burning stare as I frantically pulled out my phone. The moment I unlocked the screen, my stomach dropped.
A hundred missed calls.
From Dad.
No. No. No.
A sharp, urgent ringing echoed through the apartment.
I didn’t need to guess who it was.
Dad was here.
My eyes snapped to Yohan, and for the first time, true panic settled in my bones. He stared at me, unmoved, before exhaling heavily and standing up.
I watched in horror as he grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, his expression unreadable.
He was about to open the door.
“No—NO! Don’t open it!” I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, desperate. “Please, just ignore it! We need to talk!” My voice cracked, tears threatening to spill.
Yohan’s gaze flickered down to me, cold and detached.
Then, without a word, he pushed me aside.
I stumbled back, stunned.
Before I could stop him, he strode to the door and opened it.
I’m dead.
Scrambling, I grabbed the nearest clothing I could find—his oversized T-shirt—and yanked it over my body. Forget about the soreness, forget about my missing skirt—my father was outside.
The moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I froze.
“Damn you! What did you do to my daughter?!”
My father’s voice boomed through the apartment, thick with rage.
I gasped, my heart hammering in my chest.
Oh, my God. Mom’s here too.
Her hands were clasped over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene—me, barely dressed in Yohan’s clothes, and Yohan… on the floor.
My gaze darted to him.
Blood.
Yohan sat on the ground, clutching his face, blood trickling from his nose. A dark bruise was already forming on his cheek.
Dad had hit him.
“COSETTE!” My father’s furious voice snapped my attention back to him. His face was red with anger as he stormed toward me.
“D-Dad, let me explain—”
SLAP!
The impact was so forceful that I nearly lost my balance, but I managed to grab onto something—anything—to keep myself from collapsing to the floor.
A sharp, stinging pain spread across my cheek, and before I could stop myself, tears spilled down my face.
Dad had never hit me this hard before.
It hurt—physically, emotionally.
“Stupid girl! I thought you were different. Decent. But you’re just like your sister Geneva—both worthless!” Dad’s voice thundered through the room, laced with venom.
I bowed my head, unable to meet his gaze. I couldn’t.
Shame, pain, and heartbreak tangled inside me like a suffocating knot.
“Marcel! She’s still your daughter!” Mom’s desperate voice cut through the tension.
Before I could process what was happening, Dad grabbed my arm—too tightly.
I gasped in pain. “D-Dad, stop! You’re hurting me!” I whimpered, struggling in his grasp.
“Let go of her.”
The room froze.
Yohan’s voice was sharp, commanding—deadly.
I turned toward him, still crying, my breath catching at the sight of him.
He was standing now, wiping the blood from his nose, his dark eyes locked onto Dad with a chilling intensity.
“Is she your daughter? If she is, how dare you lay a hand on her?” Yohan’s voice was cold, controlled—but beneath it, there was a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down my spine.
Dad faltered, momentarily stunned by his words.
But the shock quickly turned to rage. “You bastard! You have no right to tell me how to raise my child!”
He lunged, his fist aimed at Yohan’s face again.
But this time, Yohan was faster.
With a swift move, he dodged the blow, grabbed Dad’s arm, and spun him around.
I gasped, slapping a hand over my mouth in horror.
“Let go of me, you beast!” Dad barked, struggling in Yohan’s grip.
Yohan held him for a moment longer before shoving him back.
Dad stumbled but remained upright, his face contorted with fury.
I turned to Yohan, my heartbeat erratic. He was staring at me now—but his gaze felt different.
It wasn’t just anger. It was something else. Something unreadable.
And then he spoke.
“Who the hell are you? And why did you bring your damn family into my condo?”
I stiffened.
His voice was cold. Unforgiving.
I opened my mouth to explain, to beg, but Dad spoke first.
“You’re going to marry my daughter, asshole! I won’t let you escape responsibility!”
What?!
My stomach dropped. My lips parted in pure shock.
I turned to Yohan, my breath catching as I saw the color drain from his face. His eyes widened slightly before flicking to me with a dangerously sharp glare.
And then—he mouthed something.
You. Are. Dead.
I swallowed hard, my entire body stiffening under his gaze.
Oh, God.
This is the end of me.
And Geneva is going to kill me.
I’ve just made everything so much worse.
Stupid, Cosette Blanche Allen!
"I—I need to talk to your boss. Um... Is F-Franklyn Carrington in his office?" I asked the moment I approached his secretary.She gave me a polite smile. "Yes, Ma’am. May I have your name so I can inform Sir that you wish to speak with him?"It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t recognize me. I had never stepped foot in Franklyn’s company before. If I hadn’t made a complete mess of things last night and needed to get away from my father—at least for a while—I wouldn’t be here now."Ah, yes! Ummm... I-I'm Cosette Blanche Allen. Please tell him that it's important."The secretary nodded and disappeared into Franklyn’s office.I took a shaky breath, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. Hold it together, Cosette. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of his office—in front of his employees, no less. No, if I was going to cry, I’d do it where only Franklyn could see.A few minutes later, his secretary returned, offering me a reassuring smile."You can go in now, Miss Alle
"I didn’t like what you did, Cosette. It would be a huge embarrassment if people found out. But I never expected that your disobedience would actually pave the way for our company to prosper even more.”My head snapped up at Dad’s words. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with something calculated, something sinister."I know you're acquainted with Zion Yohan Warren. He doesn’t just own hotels and casinos here in LA—he has properties everywhere, vast lands in other cities, and let’s not forget… he’s a distant relative of the Spanish royal family."He leaned back in his chair, watching me like a predator sizing up his prey."I wanted to apologize for raising my hand to you that day, my lovely daughter. You know I only do these things because I care about you, right? I just don’t want you ending up with someone unworthy—someone who isn’t on our level. But since you were with Zion that day… I won’t scold you. In fact, I won’t oppose this relationship at all.”His voice was ge
"Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.Where am I?I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.What the hell happened last night?Did I hit my head?Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—"Weirdo!""What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.And then—I nearly fell off the bed.Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.My mouth went dry.What the hell is he doing here?!More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?Damn. This je
I sat in the back of the cab, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I’d done to Yohan last night.Did I really do that to him?It felt… impossible. I don’t even know about those things. I wouldn’t do something like that.And yet… I did.I groaned, burying my face in my hands before tugging at my hair in frustration.Oh my God, Cosette Blanche Allen!I don’t even have a boyfriend, and yet I was out there throwing myself at a guy I barely knew?!Argh! I hate you, Cosette Blanche!I felt like screaming into a pillow. It was humiliating. Completely mortifying!"Ma’am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"The taxi driver’s voice jolted me from my internal meltdown.I froze, realizing just how crazy I must’ve looked—crying one second, then laughing at my own stupidity, then crying again, then staring into space like some tragic movie heroine.He probably thought I’d lost it.I forced an awkw
The past few days had been overwhelming.With our new project underway, I had been swamped with work, closely monitoring every detail to ensure nothing went wrong. The budget was substantial—too much at stake for even the smallest mistake. If this project failed, the loss would be devastating for the company. And worse, Dad would be furious.Despite my workload, my mind kept drifting back to Geneva.Her wedding to Harrison Pierre Whitmore was just a week away, and she had no escape. Dad was rushing everything, making moves I couldn't predict, and it left me on edge.Since Yohan’s visit to our house to speak with Dad, I hadn’t seen him again. Strangely, Dad had also stopped pressuring me about our supposed wedding.Was it really not happening?Had Yohan managed to put a stop to Dad’s plans?I wanted to believe it. He was more powerful and wealthier than my father—if anyone could handle this, it was him.And I prayed he had.I couldn’t marry a man I didn’t love.No matter how dire the s
"I'm so thrilled that my favorite daughter is marrying your nephew, Lenore," Dad said with a pleased smile, turning toward Zion’s aunt, Lenore Warren.We were gathered around the dining table, the air thick with unspoken words. I sat beside my sister, Geneva, who had been eerily quiet, her expression laced with confusion. I could tell she was unsettled by Yohan’s sudden presence. She didn’t know him—of course, she didn’t. Geneva never involved herself in business matters.Mom, on the other hand, remained silent beside Dad, making no effort to engage with Madame Lenore. Her usual warmth was absent, replaced by a distant, unreadable expression.And me?I had no idea how I was supposed to react.Even now, I couldn’t wrap my head around it—Yohan had changed his mind.Why?What had suddenly made him agree to marry me?"I'm also excited for the Warren and Allen families to finally become one! Isn’t it amazing, my dear?" Madame Lenore’s voice was filled with delight as she turned to Yohan wi
F*CK HIM!I hate him to the core.Does he really think I’ll break from his threats? That I’ll crumble beneath his words?W-Well… maybe a little.But I won’t let him see it.If there’s truly no escape from Yohan, then fine—I’ll accept my fate. But I refuse to be pathetic. I am Cosette Blanche Allen, President of Allen Company. A strong woman. No matter what he's planning, he won’t destroy me that easily.But right now?Right now, I just want to be alone.I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want them to witness me like this—weak, crying, breaking apart.Because the moment they see my vulnerability, they’ll use it against me.I sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, my eyes shut.I’ve cried for so long, I think I’ve run out of tears.The silence is heavy, almost comforting—until a knock on my door shatters it.I don’t move.I don’t answer.I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone. I’m drained, empty, and exhausted. Whoever it is, they can wait.
Standing in front of the large mirror, dressed in a simple wedding gown with a small veil atop my head, all I can think is: I'm really getting married. But I am not happy.This is the worst day of my life.I am marrying a man I don't like—someone I've despised my whole life. I want to run away, but I know that if I do, my family will be furious. And Yohan... he will find me and make me pay for the rest of my life."Setta?"I blink, pulled from my thoughts as Geneva steps into the room. Yohan and I are getting married at home, with only our families in attendance—no one else. That’s fine with me because, honestly, I don’t care about this wedding. I haven’t even told Franklyn, yet. When he finds out, I know he’ll be shocked and upset. But I believe he will understand why I didn’t invite him—because I don’t want this wedding at all.Maybe I’ll make it up to him when he gets married. I’ll be there, no matter what."Setta, are you okay with this?"Geneva’s serious gaze meets mine. She know
Cosette’s POV"Did you get home safely to your apartment, Cosette?" I blinked when I heard Herbert speak. We were having lunch together.Yohan still sent food for me, and that's what I'm eating now with Herbert inside my office. I couldn't help but remember what happened last night in the traffic while we waited for the cars to move. I found myself blushing slightly."Cosette?""H-Huh?" I quickly looked up at Herbert when he spoke again. I realized I hadn't answered his question."You haven't answered my question yet. Did you get home okay last night?" he asked.I nodded and forced a smile at
Cosette’s POVI was inside Yohan's Ashton Martin, and he started the car. He seemed focused on driving now. No one was speaking, and it was quiet around us. I wanted to play some music now inside his car, but I felt hesitant to ask him, especially since Yohan seemed annoyed right now, with his furrowed brow and lack of speech or even a smile.I leaned back in my seat, feeling grumpy and crossed my arms. I still couldn't believe he scared my friend Herbert. I hadn't even had the chance to apologize to Herbert when Yohan suddenly pulled me into his car and drove off, leaving Herbert alone at the entrance of the building where I work."Is he your suitor?" Yohan suddenly spoke, making me blink and look at him. His expression was still serious.
Cosette’s POV"Mommy, is it really true that Mr. CEO is now wanting you to be his girlfriend?"I paused from what I was doing when Johiel suddenly asked me. It's the first time he's asked me about Yohan. He hasn't asked again since Yohan declared in front of my friends and my son that he’s dating me. I haven't told Johiel again because I don't know how to explain it to him. This is the first time Johiel has witnessed someone trying to court me. In the past, whenever someone tried to flirt with me, I immediately rejected them because I didn't want Johiel to know."Huh? Uh, y-yes," I hesitantly replied to my son's question.He nodded seriously while looking at me. He may not look much like Yohan, but I can still see in his face that he takes after his father, especially in his intimidating demeanor, especially when his expression is serious and he's staring at you."Will he become my daddy if you say yes to Mr. CEO?"I blinked my eyes when Johiel asked that. I took a deep breath before
Cosette’s POVI've been feeling uncomfortable in my seat for a while now and I can't leave because Franklyn doesn't want me to. Yohan has already gone home because he also needed to leave for a meeting today. When Yohan left, Franklyn quickly pulled me and made me sit on the couch, with both him and Iris sitting in front of me, looking serious. Johiel, on the other hand, went to play in the guest room for a while, and I didn't let Johiel into our room because I haven't cleaned it yet. It still smells like…us, and I don't want Johiel to find out. Goodness!"Wow. So that's why you're so eager to leave our place because you're hiding a secret, Cosette Blanche Allen, formerly Warren!" Franklyn said, widening his eyes at me.I was taken aback and didn't know what to say. I glanced at Iris, who was already holding her forehead while looking at me. Goodness, I think I stressed out the pregnant woman."Have you and Zion gotten back together, Cosette?" Iris asked me seriously.I quickly shook
Cosette’s POVI am in a daze as I stare at the wall while still lying in bed. I don't know how long I've been staring; I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep because so many thoughts were racing through my mind. Yohan's arm is still wrapped around my waist, and his naked body is pressed against my neck, and I can feel him sleeping peacefully.I can't believe I gave in to Yohan so quickly. Oh my God! I didn't even drink alcohol last night; I just had a movie marathon, so why do I feel suddenly intoxicated? Shit. I think I'm going crazy.I glanced at Yohan and saw him sleeping soundly, with his mouth slightly ajar. His breathing is gentle, and he doesn't snore when he sleeps; he's like an angel. I stared at Yohan's face for a few minutes before deciding to get up from bed. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes to wear since my clothes and Yohan's are still in the living room. After dressing, I tied up my messy hair.As I walk now, I feel a burning sensation and pain in my middle. Yoha
Cosette’s POV"Yohan, what are you doing! You're drunk!" I said to Yohan and pushed him away, but he just clung to me tighter.He looked up at me again and raised an eyebrow. He caressed my cheek and grinned."I'm not drunk, Cosette, just a little buzzed. I know what I'm doing right now, and I'm claiming what is mine.""W-What—"Yohan kissed me again on the lips, this time with a hint of urgency. He deepened the kiss, and I found myself holding onto his hair and kissing him back. I slightly parted my lips, and he immediately slipped his tongue inside, teasing mine. I gasped as I felt Yohan's hand travel to my waist and slip inside my shirt.
Cosette’s POV"Is my car still not fixed, Herbert? It's still relatively new, I just bought it. It's strange that it's breaking down so soon, especially since it's not a second-hand car," I said to him.He volunteered to have my car fixed, and it's been about four days now, but my car still isn't fixed. I feel sorry for my son, who always has to take a bus to school, and sometimes I have to book a cab for them so that his nanny doesn't have a hard time. If it still isn't fixed soon, I might just buy a new car and choose the newest and brand-new one."Do you really need a car, Cosette? I can buy you one," Herbert said."Oh my god. Stop it, Herbert! I can't let you do that again, especially with expensive things
Cosette’s POV"Herbert, you don't need to do this always, okay?" I said to him as I got out of his car. He escorted me home because my car broke down, and it's difficult to find transportation.I'm embarrassed with Herbert because ever since he found out that my car broke down, he's been picking me up and dropping me off all the time, and it's embarrassing because he's the son of my boss. He's the one who helped me find where to fix my car, and until now it hasn't been returned. Since I found out that he's the son of Mr. Ronan Calloway, I've been formal with him, and he doesn't like it."Cosette, you're the only one I know in the company, and we're friends, right?" Herbert said with a smile.I smiled slightly
Cosette’s POV"Mommy, you didn't tell me that you and Mr. CEO are close friends," Johiel said with a frown.I'm currently feeding my son breakfast. After my conversation with Yohan last night, I also sent him away from our apartment because Johiel and his nanny needed to return. Yohan didn't want to leave yet, insisting that I tell him that Johiel is his son, but no matter what he does, he can't make me admit it."He's just an old friend, Pretty boy," I told him with a smile.Johiel frowned even more as he continued to look at me. "Your old friend, but you didn't tell me!"I paused in feeding him and narrowed my eyes at Johiel. "Why do you seem upset