HyacinthI felt like my stomach was in tight knots. As the gigantic door from the church opened, the bell rang… a wedding… The dress was tight… but it was perfectly fit. I hesitated to step forward, but the wedding planner gestured for me to go on. I started walking slowly, and in the middle was my father. The bastard father that sold me off to save the company. It wasn’t me who was supposed to marry but Rosie. I heard that it was an old man that I was marrying. Rosie, my half-sister whom my father cherished so much, ran off. I was dragged by my father’s men to be in this wedding. Here, thinking that I was marrying an old guy… but to my surprise, someone I hadn’t seen in a while was standing in a white suit. I had a glimpse of my father gritting his teeth in a smile. “Don’t embarrass me, Hyacinth.” My lips pressed, and the pain of being an embarrassment to my father was still there although I should be numb from it. “Marrying your former step-brother isn’t that bad. You were close
HyacinthWe left the reception. A man whom I didn’t know was driving a limousine to wherever he was taking us. Raven was resting on the reclined chair while I looked vulnerable in the other corner, watching the lights outside. I hugged myself, feeling cold. A phone rang and Raven pulled it out from his pocket and answered it. “Yes?” Raven sat up and reached his forehead. “Damn it. I’ll be there tomorrow. Please handle it.” He hung up. I quickly looked away as he chuckled and sat behind me. He snaked his arms around mine and shoved his face to my neck. “I'm Sorry that I didn’t pay attention to you. I was busy.” I ignore him. I need to. He will get tired and leave me be. “You haven’t eaten anything tonight, so a dinner in our house will be perfect.” “I’m not hungry.” “You are not. Stop pretending, Hyacinth. Your father just starved you. I just saved you from your family.” “What?” I creased my brows and turned to him. “Save me?” I pushed him. My blood just went up straight to my hea
“Hya,” He lowered his head at me. I don’t want to say a single thing. I realized that the way he lowered himself for me made me still feel small. He was bulky. Darcy said that he’s eighteen but from his height. He could be mistaken as twenty-five. “Hey, why are you quiet?” I stared at those eyes… from the post light, I could tell that they must be blue or green. I looked down at the dessert plate in my hand as he pulled out something from his pocket. He lifted a flipped keypad phone. “Here,” I held out my hand as he placed it there. “Call me if you are in trouble.” “What will I do with this? This is outdated.” “It is.” He grinned. I opened it and it had a hyacinth flower as wallpaper. “See? Hyacinth is my favorite flower. You’ll be my favorite girl now.” I frowned at him. Favorite girl? What am I? A toy?“You are weird.” I checked it and it has contact numbers. “My mom’s number is there. Also, my new number on my new phone is there as well.” “But why are you keeping this?” I
*** Raven *** We were young and horny. I remembered well that those times of protecting her as her brother became my duty. Now as a husband, I will make sure that she has everything she wants, needs, and even the things she doesn’t want. I will provide it. I will spoil her rotten. The millions that I inherited from my deceased father after working my ass off to build my own business from scratch was worth it. I wasn’t that rich when I created my own company. I had my friend’s support after my father died. I received all of his wealth and a few for my mother and nothing for the mistress that baby-trapped him.Hyacinth’s asshole father just sold her quickly to me, protecting the golden daughter. I scoffed at the thought of marrying that liar. Hyacinth grows well and beautiful. She looked healthy, probably after she moved out from her father’s house. I loved the way she looked in the negligee a while ago. She was now sleeping peacefully after a lot of orgasms that I gave. I noticed tha
***Hyacinth***I felt like a doll being dressed up by Irene and the driver drove me to wherever appointment I had. Irene said that there’s a personal shopper that I am meeting. I never shop luxuriously for myself. And I remember that Rosie doesn’t have a personal shopper herself. She likes doing it all by herself. There were two personal shoppers. The first thing they did was a color test on my skin. They placed different types of cloth under my neck and they decided on what kind of dresses I should wear. But what shocked me was meeting a known Dermatologist across the country. She’s not just a dermatologist but a nutritionist as well. It’s hard to secure a schedule with her and Rosie tried hard to get it. But it seems that I just received a free pass. “Mrs. Reeves,” She shook my hand as I gaped at her stunning features. “I’m Doctor Madison.” She had beautiful, flawless glowy skin. “Pleasure to meet you, Doctor Madison. Please call me Hyacinth.” I said softly as Doctor Madison grin
** Hyacinth ** I stood there for what seemed forever. My eyes focus on him. I don’t know why I am still hurt. Why did he tell me to meet him at the club and meet his friends? Why was Rosie there? Why was he letting her touch him? I shouldn’t feel jealous. I shouldn’t get angry, but my heart is about to burst.Does he still love her? I don’t understand now. I felt trapped in this marriage. I was finally back from wondering when Raven stood. His face was serious and he pushed Rosie. He approached me and reached my hand but I gently pushed it. “Hyacinth.” His voice was deep. “Let's talk later. Your sister… you can tell her to leave.” I furrowed at him. He’s talking nonsense again. “Who am I to tell her that?” I chewed my lower lip as I tried hard not to cry. No. I shouldn’t cry. I am over him. “Wife,” He pulled my waist closer but I looked away. He reached my chin and lifted it closer to his serious face. “You own the club now. I told you, my friends.” What the hell? Own the club?
***Hyacinth***“Raven, did you get rid of her?” David asked which caught my attention. I looked around and didn’t see Rosie anywhere. But as soon as Raven sat down, he already smelled like her perfume which I hated. His hand was on my thigh. I pushed it away, feeling uneasy. I was about to relax when I felt his lips move to my earlobe. “Hyacinth. I just got rid of your sister… so don’t ever stop me from touching you.” He whispered. If he only knew that my stomach was near my throat. I felt sick to the stomach. Raven was showing me that he and Rosie…“Your sister is beautiful,” David said as I looked up at him. “Is she the heiress of Dawson?” Just as I expected, everyone is allured by her. I wouldn’t be surprised that one day, they will turn their backs on me or they will start talking about me when I have my back at them. I smiled at David’s comment, plastering all of my emotions and my pain. I shouldn’t get hurt whenever Raven speaks to my sister. But I couldn’t help it. After a
*** Hyacinth***I waited for a few seconds before he answered. “Of course,” He answered casually, took out a cigarette, and searched for a lighter. “You need to get out if you smoke near me,” I said coldly and turned my head to the window again. I heard his chuckle and he sighed after. “I’m sorry,” I felt his hand on my hair, gently stroking it with his fingers. “I won’t smoke again.” “I don’t care, Raven,” I said coldly. “Rosie will be working in the company, that’s why she’s back.” He said out of nowhere.I don’t know what to say. I knew that. She’s the Queen in that company anyway. “Hyacinth,” His voice was deep as I heard him exhaling. “Why won’t you work in the company? I’ll give you a higher position and any position you want.” “Higher position?” I scoffed. “Higher position had a lot of work to do.” “Most higher positions mostly pass work to lower positions.” he chuckled. “Rosie already named a position for herself.” I turned my head to see his smirk. “What is it?” “C
***Raven***Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.After the event, I finally collapsed onto the bed beside her, my body aching from the long evening. Gently, I began massaging her feet, which were undoubtedly sore from hours of standing and walking in those impossibly high heels. I regretted letting the stylist choose such impractical shoes. Next time, I’d make sure
**Hyacinth**The gala was a dazzling spectacle of opulence and elegance, a symphony of shimmering gowns, polished tuxedos, and the soft clinking of champagne glasses. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the room, their light reflecting off the intricate jewelry adorning the guests. The air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and the faint aroma of hors d'oeuvres being carried by impeccably dressed waiters. It was a world I was still getting used to, but one that felt strangely familiar, as if my mother’s presence lingered in every corner.Meeting so many people who knew my mother filled me with a warmth I hadn’t expected. Their stories painted a picture of a woman who was not only brilliant but deeply loved. The Af Forselles name carried weight here, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. Perhaps I should shed the Dawson name entirely and embrace my mother’s legacy. My father and Rosie had painted her as someone she wasn’t, but here, among th
**Hyacinth** The party in the building was a whirlwind of excitement and exhaustion. The constant social interactions left me drained, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was playing the role of a housewife for Raven. Yet, amidst the chaos, I couldn’t shake the thought of diving deeper into the business world. Was there still room in my packed schedule to learn and grow? “You look stunning,” Raven said, his voice warm as I turned to show him my gown for the Gala. The crimson red dress hugged my curves perfectly, its mermaid cut flowing elegantly to the floor with a subtle slit for ease of movement. The off-shoulder design featured cape sleeves adorned with intricate embroidered spirals and shimmering gems that caught the light with every step. It was breathtaking—and undoubtedly expensive. “Are these real?” I asked, gesturing to the gems that sparkled like stars against the fabric. “Of course, darling,” Raven replied, his grin widening. “Your husband *is* from a mining and jew
***Patricia***Finnish class in the morning, events in the afternoon, and self-defense class later in the day—that’s been our routine lately. Rachel Vanderbilt, the demure yet insistent socialite, has been relentless in dragging us into her world of elite activities. I never imagined I’d be part of this high-society circus, but here I am, playing the role of the dutiful best friend. Hyacinth, my best friend, is married to a young billionaire, and her life is a whirlwind of glamour and obligations. As her assistant, I’m along for the ride, earning a paycheck while trying to keep up. The most exciting part of this new life? Self-defense classes. I’ve taken a liking to kickboxing with Seth, while Hyacinth trains in more lethal techniques involving knives and sharp objects. Our Russian coach is exceptional—so skilled that she’s almost intimidatingly attractive. And no, I’m not bisexual or a lesbian, but I can appreciate beauty when I see it. She’s stunning in a way that feels dangerous.
**Hyacinth**After four grueling hours of self-defense training, I had envisioned a quiet evening of rest and relaxation. I knew my body would be sore tomorrow, and the thought of Raven’s amorous intentions for the night made me wince. But, as fate would have it, our plans changed. Raven received an invitation to dinner from a friend who lived on the same penthouse floor.As I soaked in a long, luxurious bath, Raven filled me in on our hosts, Mrs. Rachel Vanderbilt and her husband. They owned the entire building and had taken a liking to Raven. He explained how they had invested in his company early on, helping him build his empire alongside his father’s legacy. The Vanderbilts were old-money billionaires, a stark contrast to Raven’s self-made success.With Irene’s assistance, I blow-dried my hair and applied a touch of makeup—something I rarely did on my own. Raven presented me with a sleek black dress that complemented his casual yet elegant outfit. I sighed, longing to lounge in co
***Raven***My body ached, but thankfully, nothing was broken. The memory of the black pickup truck slamming into my car replayed in my mind. I had just unfastened my seatbelt and was reaching for the cake in the backseat when the impact hit. The force wasn’t as devastating as it could have been—I’d managed to avoid the worst of it—but the shock still lingered, leaving me sore and on edge.When we arrived home, the female trainer was already waiting. Hyacinth glanced at her, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as Seth made the introductions. “This is Crissa Peskov. She’ll be your trainer and fitness coach,” Seth said, his tone formal yet reassuring. Hyacinth smiled warmly and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Hyacinth, and this is my best friend, Patricia.” “Pleasure to meet you both,” Crissa replied, her Russian accent lending a melodic quality to her words. Hyacinth turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Can we cancel today’s training?” I shook my head firmly. “No.
***Hyacinth***My heart was a storm, each beat a thunderclap of dread. Every time my eyes caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers, my pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. The world felt like it was closing in, my thoughts a tangled mess. My stomach churned, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t breathe. My body trembled uncontrollably, as if the ground beneath me was shaking.“So, do we still have to pick up that coffee or what?” Patricia’s voice broke through my haze, her tone laced with concern. “You know, you can just stay here. I’ll pick it up.”“No, we go. They need coffee and food too,” I insisted, my voice barely steady. I pulled my hood over my head, shielding myself from the world as I followed Patricia into the café. Two bodyguards trailed behind us, their presence both comforting and a stark reminder of the danger that seemed to lurk around every corner. Seth waited in the car, his watchful eyes scanning the surr
***Raven***Sleep eluded me entirely after I finished reading Hyacinth’s journal. My mind raced, piecing together every fragment of information, every clue. The thought that it could be Anthony gnawed at me, but I dismissed it. She was always safe when Anthony was around. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe. My suspicions shifted to Eino. His background was sparse, but what I knew painted a picture of a privileged young man dabbling in astrology—a rich kid with a penchant for exploring the world. His family had recently ventured into home security systems—cameras, digital surveillance, the works. I’d already checked the systems they installed at the cabin and traced their origins. Their sister company, or rather, their small-scale business, seemed innocuous enough. But something about Eino didn’t sit right with me. He was the lead I needed to focus on. “You haven’t slept at all, my love,” Hyacinth’s voice broke through my thoughts. She was bundling up in layers, pulling on a p
***Stalker’s Point of View***Her long, black, curly hair wasn’t particularly thick when we first met, but now it was. Thicker, healthier, more vibrant. Perhaps the stress of her failing marriage had lifted. Or maybe she finally had the money to invest in those luxurious hair treatments she deserved.I’ve dreamed of burying my face in those luscious curls, breathing in her essence. That’s why I stole her silk hair cap—the one she wears at night to preserve those perfect waves. Now, it’s pressed against my face as I pleasure myself, her scent intoxicating me. Rosemary… jojoba oil… whatever shampoo she uses, it’s divine.My bedroom in New York is a shrine to her. The walls are plastered with enlarged photographs of her face—sleeping, smiling, unaware. Some are candid shots I took while hiding in her cabin in Finland; others are meticulously printed from her social media. Her eyes follow me wherever I move, a constant reminder of my obsession.In one corner of the room, a glass display c