Alex POV….I stood silently in the doorway, watching her.Venessa.She didn’t know I was there, but I couldn’t look away. Her figure, still wrapped in a towel, was so captivating, I found myself rooted to the spot. I had always been focused on the contract, on the power I wielded, but now… I was focused on her.She was standing in front of the mirror, eyes staring blankly at her own reflection, her hands absently running through her damp silver hair. I hadn’t expected this—didn’t even know she had this side to her. I had seen her before, always in those modest clothes, the ones she thought would keep her hidden, protect her. But now, seeing her in nothing but that thin towel, my breath hitched.Her body… it was everything I hadn’t anticipated.I had known she was attractive—hell, it was impossible not to notice her—but this was different. She was more than attractive. She was dangerous. Those curves I’d never noticed before were there, hidden beneath layers of fabric, but now I saw th
Alex POV…. The silence hung between us like a thick fog, suffocating, almost unbearable. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, and yet I didn’t want to move. She was standing there, still holding the towel tightly around herself, her body tense, the anger in her eyes unmistakable. But beneath that anger, I could see the cracks. She was scared—scared of what had happened, scared of what was coming next. It unsettled me. For all her bravado, for all her fire, she was vulnerable. And I didn’t know how to handle that. “You’re still holding on to that towel like it’s your shield,” I said, my voice calm, detached. It felt like the right thing to say, though it wasn’t. I could see the way her grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. She was terrified. And I had just made it worse. “Why does it matter?” she snapped, her voice a little more brittle this time. “Why do you care if I cover myself or not?” I didn’t have an answer for her, not really. She was right—she
Alex POV….. I took a step back myself, moving away from her in a calculated way, my eyes following her retreating figure. I couldn’t stand to be too close for much longer, not when every inch of her was a temptation I couldn’t give in to just yet. My gaze flicked toward the desk across the room where the contract still sat, the document that now bound her to me. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked over to the desk, her sharp gaze burning through the air, but I didn’t acknowledge her. She didn’t deserve my attention right now—not when the contract was the thing that truly mattered. The room felt colder as I approached the desk. I reached for the contract, my fingers brushing the paper, and I picked it up with deliberate slowness, examining the fine print, my thumb grazing over her signature. My gaze fell on the words again—her name, written in ink, irrevocably marking her place in my world. It wasn’t just a piece of paper anymore. It was her—a piece of her that would never be f
Alex POV…. I walked into the house after a long day of dealing with the business side of things. The silence felt almost oppressive, like the weight of everything pressing down on me. The day had been full of reports, meetings, and decisions, but there was something else, something more… personal, that I couldn’t shake. Venessa. I had been thinking about her more than I cared to admit. I had kept her in the room all day, her freedom confined by my command. My instructions were clear: she wasn’t to leave. Not until I said so. It was part of my control, part of the plan. She had signed the contract, and now she was mine, but I didn’t want her out of my sight. Not just yet. I made my way down the hallway toward her room, the heavy silence around me only amplifying the soft, rhythmic sound of my footsteps. As I reached the door, I could see a sliver of light escaping from beneath it. She was still in there. When I pushed the door open, I froze. Venessa was curled up on the bed
Alex’s POV: It was her crying that woke me up. I’m not sure how long I’d been out, but the sound of soft, pitiful sobs pierced through my sleep. My eyes snapped open, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clouding my mind. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming—Venessa crying? That didn’t make any sense. She was the type to never break down, at least not in front of me. I turned to face her, and there she was—curled up beside me, her body shaking as the sobs wracked through her. What the hell? I blinked, trying to process the situation. Was she hurt? Was something wrong? “Venessa?” I croaked, my voice rough from sleep. I reached out a hand to brush her hair out of her face, but she didn’t even flinch. She just kept crying, louder this time, like she was caught in some kind of emotional storm I couldn’t understand. I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it. I wasn’t good with tears. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what to do with them. I felt like I was supposed to comfort he
Alex’s POV.. I stepped away from the bed, trying to steady myself after the chaos that had just unfolded. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort that had settled in my chest. I needed to put some distance between us—especially after what had just happened. Venessa was still sitting there, her tear-streaked face turned toward me as I made my way toward the door. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, despite my insistence that I hadn’t done anything wrong. I needed to get out of the room for a moment. I needed to think. Before I stepped out, though, I glanced back at her, my voice gruff. “Get dressed. We’re going to the mansion. I’ll be waiting outside.” I didn’t give her time to respond, not that I expected any. It wasn’t like I had much patience for this emotional mess right now. The reality of what we were doing, the contract, the marriage—it was all starting to feel like too much. But I had made my choice. I had
Alex’s POV… The drive to the mansion was eerily quiet. The kind of silence that lingered between us, neither comforting nor suffocating, but somewhere in between. Venessa sat across from me, her hands clutching the jacket tightly around her, like it was a lifeline, a shield. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker toward me, studying me in the way only someone who was unsure of everything could. She was trying to figure me out—trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle that was my life. I almost found it amusing, the way she kept darting glances at me, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my gaze fixed on the road, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. My thoughts wandered as I observed her from the corner of my eye. Fragile, uncertain, yet somehow resilient—there was something about her that made me want to push her, test her limits, just to see how far I could go before I broke her. But another part of me, the part I didn’t like to admit, wanted to protect he
Venessa’s POV….. As the car rolled through the gates and up the long driveway, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The mansion stood before me like a colossal, gleaming monolith, its sheer size almost incomprehensible. I’d seen mansions in magazines and on TV, but nothing could have prepared me for this—this living, breathing structure of opulence. The mansion was an architectural masterpiece. From the outside, it resembled something out of a fairytale or a history book, a grand palace of sorts. The facade was a stunning mix of sleek, modern glass and ornate classical design. Tall columns framed the massive front entrance, and the roofline was dotted with intricate carvings that seemed to tell stories I would never understand. The marble driveway was immaculate, the kind of flawless surface that reflected the perfect light of the setting sun. But it wasn’t just the architecture that took my breath away. It was the sheer scale of the place, the way it loomed over everything, castin
Venessa POV…I woke up slowly, the soft weight of sleep still heavy on my mind, and a dull ache pulsing in my chest. It wasn’t the kind of wakefulness I was used to—quick and sharp, with the pressing responsibilities of my day-to-day life. No, this felt like I was emerging from some kind of fog, as if I had been in a deep, dreamless sleep for hours.I blinked, adjusting my blurry vision, and then scanned my surroundings.Nothing was familiar. The room was not the cold, barren place I had been in last night, but instead, an expansive, luxurious space that was far beyond anything I had imagined. Soft, muted tones of cream and gray surrounded me, giving the room a warm, inviting feel, despite its size. The walls were adorned with abstract art that looked expensive, the light from the large windows spilling in, bathing the room in soft golden hues. The bed beneath me was a plush, king-sized thing, the sheets so silky they almost felt like they were caressing my skin. I could feel the coo
Her breath came in shallow, pained gasps, and she instinctively leaned into him, gripping his arm for support, her fingers trembling. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered through clenched teeth, trying to push away the discomfort.But Alex wasn’t convinced. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “Are you sure you’re fine? You’re not acting like it.”“I said I’m fine,” she repeated, her voice more insistent now, though strained. “Please, don’t call a doctor.”Alex frowned, still watching her carefully. Something wasn’t right. Why was she refusing help?Without thinking, he reached down and scooped her up into his arms, his movements sharp, as if he were afraid she might collapse in front of him. Venessa’s body was light, fragile, and as he cradled her against his chest, she instinctively buried her face into his shirt. Her hands were limp at her sides, her head resting against his shoulder.Her body was burning with feverish heat. He felt the sweat beginning to form on her fore
The soft, rhythmic clatter of pots and pans filled the quiet dining room. Alex stood at the stove, his movements methodical, almost mechanical as he prepared the meal. It wasn’t a lavish spread; far from it. He kept it simple—just enough to satisfy, nothing more. A gentle, delicate soup simmered on the stove, the aroma of chicken and vegetables filling the room. The soup was light, easy to digest, with soft pieces of tender chicken and carrots that floated lazily in the broth. There was a small serving of mashed potatoes on the side, creamy and smooth, seasoned lightly with just a pinch of salt. The meal was balanced—nothing too rich, nothing that could aggravate. It was the kind of meal that someone with a heart condition could manage, though he didn’t know about Venessa’s illness.He arranged the meal carefully on a plate, placing a small bowl of soup and a spoon next to it. His movements were slow, measured—as though each step he took was deliberate, as though he could feel the we
Alex POV…. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” The finality in my voice seemed to freeze the air between us. Venessa’s eyes shot up to mine, and for a moment, I saw the same defiance that had once made her so untouchable. But this time, it was different. She was breaking, and I could feel it. She didn’t speak immediately, but her fists clenched at her sides as she took a step forward, as if to challenge me. The tension in the room grew thick, choking us both. Then, without warning, her voice rang out, sharp and trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why do you need me? Can’t you just let me go? I hate you.” The words stung. They cut deeper than I was willing to admit. I stood still, absorbing her fury, but her hatred didn’t have the effect she was hoping for. It only made me more determined. More resolute. Her words barely had time to hang in the air before she raised her weak hands and slammed them—one after another—into my chest, her small fists landing with little f
Alex POV…..Her eyes flickered for a second, betraying the fear she was desperately trying to mask. She opened her mouth, but no words came. It was almost as if she was trying to come up with something that wouldn’t make everything worse, but she couldn’t. She knew what she had done. She knew I wouldn’t let this go.She backed up toward the wall, her body pressed against it like she was trying to escape the heat radiating off of me, but I was too close now. I was too close for her to run.“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath was shaky, and I saw the way her chest rose and fell erratically.I stood there, inches away from her now. My face was a mask of cold fury, but inside, the anger was boiling, rising, threatening to consume me. “The last words he said to you,” I repeated slowly, my voice deliberate, like I was savoring each word. “Happy birthday, baby girl.”Her breath hitched. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. And when she fina
Alex POV….As I moved through the corridors, my footsteps quiet on the plush carpet, I could already feel my heart beating faster. I wasn’t sure what I’d say to her, or how I’d even approach her after everything she saw last night. I could tell by the way she’d avoided me all day, But I couldn’t help myself. I had to know.When I was just a few doors down from her room, I stopped. I could hear it—the faint sound of her laughter. It was beautiful. I hadn’t heard her laugh like before . For a moment, I just stood there, leaning against the wall, listening. There was something about it that stirred something deep inside me. It was like a secret I hadn’t known she’d been keeping from me, a side of her I had never said.And then, curiosity got the better of me.I moved closer to the door, my pulse quickening with each step. I didn’t know what to expect, but I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to know what had made her so happy. What was it that was making her laugh like that?But as I stood jus
It was already late in the evening, and Venessa was feeling the exhaustion creeping up her spine. She hadn’t eaten anything since the early morning hours, and her heart condition had made the day feel heavier than usual. Despite the sharp pangs of hunger, she managed to keep her spirits up. A little distraction never hurt, and she figured a video call with Elliot would be the perfect way to unwind.Venessa sat up in bed, carefully propping her phone up above her knees. She lifted her legs, letting them rest comfortably as she adjusted herself to make sure her face was well-lit by the soft glow of her phone screen. She tapped the screen, and within moments, Elliot’s face appeared, his familiar smile instantly brightening the screen.“Hey, stranger,” Venessa said softly, her voice hoarse but warm. “Long time, huh?”Elliot’s face lit up, and he leaned in closer to the camera. “Hey, you! I thought you’d disappeared on me or something,” he teased, his voice playful. “Where are you? This
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the maid who had been with Alex the night before. The maid stood before her, a polite smile on her face, holding a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast pastries. "Good morning, Miss Venessa," the maid said, her voice soft and respectful. "I brought you some breakfast." Venessa's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the maid. She couldn't help but wonder if the maid had been sent to spy on her, or if she was just being paranoid. "Thank you," Venessa said finally, taking the tray from the maid. "I appreciate it." The maid nodded and turned to leave, but Venessa called out to her. "Wait," she said. "What's your name?" The maid turned back to her, a hint of surprise on her face. "My name is Sophia, Miss Venessa," she replied. Venessa nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not asking sooner. "Thank you, Sophia," she said. "I'll make sure to remember your name." Sophia smiled and nodded, before turning and disa
Alex, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire, stood in the center of the room, his back against the wall and his pants unzipped. One of the maids, a petite woman with a timid expression, was on her knees before him. Her hands were working deftly, freeing his erect member. The soft light in the room danced across Alex's chiseled features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the tense muscles in his neck. Venessa's eyes widened as she took in the sight. She felt a wave of shock wash over her, followed by a creeping sense of fascination. Alex's eyes were closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy, as the maid's lips wrapped around his shaft. The sound of her gentle sucking and Alex's low, husky moans filled the air, creating a sensual melody that seemed to reverberate deep within Venessa's chest. Venessa felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't fully grasp what she was seeing - was this even a thing? The maid's movements were so deliberate