The sound of the paper rustling filled the otherwise silent room as Venessa’s eyes flicked across the contract. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to read it all at once—too much of the weight was too heavy. The parts that had already seemed unreasonable enough had left her with a tight knot in her chest, but now, her eyes froze at the next set of clauses, which seemed to mock her very existence.
The ridiculousness of some of the provisions made her stomach twist in disgust. She hadn’t wanted to believe it could get worse, but here it was, laid out before her in cold, unyielding terms. She read them again, her mind struggling to process the absurdity. Clause 32: Sexual Obligations and Freedom of Choice Party B (the Wife) agrees to make herself available at any time for Party A’s (the Husband’s) sexual satisfaction. Should Party A desire intimacy, Party B must comply immediately, regardless of Party B’s personal feelings, state of health, or time of day. Failure to meet Party A’s demands will result in consequences as determined by party A. The ink on the page blurred for a moment as Venessa’s vision wavered. She stared at the clause, feeling her heart sink. This was no longer just a marriage—it was a blatant subjugation of her personhood, a demand for compliance, without room for hesitation, for dignity, for basic human decency. She felt sick. And it didn’t stop there. She flipped the page, her pulse hammering in her ears as she continued reading, hoping there was some mistake. But the next clause hit her like a punch to the gut: Clause 35: Party A’s Freedom of Relationships Party A retains the absolute right to pursue sexual relations with any other party or parties without prior consent or approval from Party B. Party B is prohibited from questioning or challenging these relationships, and may not seek any form of compensation or retribution. Any attempt to interfere with Party A’s freedom of relationships will be considered a breach of contract, resulting in consequences as may be determined by Party A. She felt the weight of those words press down on her chest, constricting her breath. Alex was free to do as he pleased, with no repercussions, while she was bound by the strictest, most degrading terms imaginable. It was a power imbalance so extreme, it was beyond anything she’d ever feared. The next section was almost as painful to read: Clause 38: Separation of rooms and Physical Contact Restrictions Party A and Party B will reside in separate rooms.Party B shall not enter Party A’s room without explicit permission from Party A but Party A can do so without permission. Any physical contact initiated by Party B must be approved in advance by Party A, and any unapproved contact will be grounds for immediate consequences but Part A has free access to initiate physical contact. Venessa’s hands shook as she read the final clause. The words blurred before her eyes as the weight of the contract crushed down on her chest. She had felt trapped before, but this… this was something else entirely. Every line felt like a noose tightening around her neck, suffocating any last vestiges of hope she might have had for a future of her own. She closed her eyes, fighting the wave of nausea that rose in her throat. No. I can’t. I won’t. The thought burned through her like fire, and for the first time in hours, her body seemed to wake from its numb submission. With trembling hands, she slammed the contract shut, the sound reverberating in the quiet room like the final, defiant clap of thunder. Her breath came in quick bursts, heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she just stood there, feeling the weight of her decision. She couldn’t breathe under the suffocating rules, the control, the complete and utter disregard for her dignity. The anger rose like a tidal wave, and for the first time in years, Venessa allowed herself to feel something other than resignation. To hell with Mr Graystone, she thought, her voice rising in her mind. To hell with the company. I’m not signing this. NeverVenessa’s chest was heavy as she walked down the hallway, her mind racing. She hadn’t even made it to the stairs before Meredith’s voice sliced through the air like a knife. “Venessa.” The coldness in her stepmother’s tone made Venessa’s blood run cold. She stopped in her tracks, her throat tight with emotion. Meredith always had a way of making her feel small, insignificant, like a child who could never escape her shadow. Venessa wiped the tear-streaked makeup from her face, but the traces of her earlier breakdown still clung to her skin. She tried to steady herself, but Meredith wasn’t waiting for her to compose her thoughts. “What the hell is this nonsense I hear?” Meredith demanded, her heels clicking sharply as she strode toward her. “You’re refusing the marriage? Refusing Alex Graystone? After everything I’ve done for you?” Venessa’s chest constricted at the venom in her stepmother’s voice. Her body tensed, but her lips parted as she tried to speak, trying to summon th
Venessa stood outside the towering glass-and-steel skyscraper, the world around her buzzing with the rhythm of the city’s unrelenting pace. The building before her seemed to pierce the sky, a symbol of power, wealth, and success. The polished exterior of Graystone Industries reflected the afternoon sun, casting a cold, almost clinical glow on the streets below. It was one of the most prestigious multinational corporations in the world—synonymous with strength, influence, and, of course, Alex Graystone. Graystone Industries was a monolith in the corporate world, its reach extending to every corner of the globe. The company’s glassy façade was both beautiful and imposing, a testament to the iron-clad grip Alex had on his empire. The sleek, modern structure stretched upwards for what seemed like miles, with the building’s sharp edges and clear windows reflecting the world in an almost perfect mirror. Venessa stood before it now, her fingers tight around the edge of the crumpled bro
Venessa shifted nervously on the sleek, black chair in the lobby, watching the clock on the wall. The seconds seemed to drag, each one stretching longer than the last. The receptionist had informed her that someone would escort her to the CEO’s office, and now, after what felt like hours. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was certain of one thing: she had to face Alex Graystone today. A tall woman in a sharply tailored suit appeared from behind the reception desk, her expression calm and professional. She gave Venessa a polite smile, her voice smooth as she spoke. “Ms. Hunt, I’ll take you to the office.” Venessa stood up, clutching the bag on her hand and followed the woman toward the elevators. She was led past rows of elegant offices, through glossy marble floors and walls of glass, the hustle of the employees around her blending into an ambient hum. Everything about this place radiated power and precision, from the immaculate design to the sleek modern furnishings. Veness
A woman, with dark hair flowing in waves, was perched on his lap. Her body was pressed so close to his that the space between them seemed to vanish. She wore a crimson blouse, the fabric clinging tightly to her form, paired with a black skirt that revealed toned legs wrapped around his waist. The woman’s lips were locked with his, her hands threading through his hair as Alex’s own hands roamed, one on her back, the other dangerously close to her waist. They were completely lost in each other, oblivious to everything else in the world.The shock was immediate. Venessa stood frozen in the doorway, her feet suddenly cemented to the floor, her breath short and shallow as if the very air had thickened. The intensity of the moment was so raw, so intimate, that it felt like an invasion of her most private thoughts. She couldn’t pull her gaze away, her mind refusing to make sense of what she was seeing.Her fingers, numb and uncoordinated, lost their grip on her bag. It fell to the floor wit
The air outside the café was crisp as I stepped into the night, the sound of my boots clicking on the pavement mingling with the distant hum of the city. My shift had felt like it would never end. The monotonous rhythm of brewing coffee, taking orders, and plastering a smile on my face for the customers had distracted me from the gnawing pain in my chest. But now that I was alone, the weight of what I’d seen earlier—Alex, with another woman, his hands on her like he had once had on me—settled heavily over me.I tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. The cool night air felt good against my skin as I tugged my jacket tighter. I had on my usual uniform for these late-night shifts: a navy-blue sweater, fitted just enough to keep me warm but not too tight to be uncomfortable, paired with black skinny jeans and well-worn ankle boots. My hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, strands escaping to frame my face. A part of me wished I could just forget about the whole thing, b
I watched as Venessa stiffened, her eyes widening slightly, her body tensing in a way that made the air between us thicken with unease. There was a raw, unspoken fear in the way she looked at me—no surprise there. She was trapped, confused, angry, and rightly so. She was still processing everything, still trying to make sense of the mess I’d dragged her into. I’d never seen her so vulnerable, so small in the space between us, her back pressed against the bed as if she could somehow create distance. I could feel her attempt to recoil, her body instinctively pulling away from me, and a strange, unsettling satisfaction flickered in my chest. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt her—it was the reality that she was still here. That she was still mine to control, even if she didn’t understand it yet. I moved toward her, deliberately slow, watching the way her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze darted to the door as if she could escape, but she knew better. I wasn’t going to let her go. Not
Venessa POV….I was done being passive. The confusion, the fear everything I’d felt since I’d been brought here had started to shift into something else. Something darker. Something more furious. The sight of Alex standing there, so cold and detached, as if this was all some game, pushed me over the edge. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I wasn’t going to be intimidated anymore.I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at me,so composed, so calculated. As if the last few minutes hadn’t just shattered everything I thought I knew about him.I sat up on the bed, the cool sheets sliding off my body as I swung my legs over the side. I felt the anger bubbling up inside me like a fire ready to explode. “Why the hell did you have me kidnapped, Mr Graystone?” My voice came out louder than I expected, and I could feel the tremor of panic beneath the rage.Alex didn’t flinch. In fact, he took a step back, his eyes glinting with a cool amusement that made my blood boil. It was like he was e
Venessa’s POV The words hit me like a punch to the stomach, and for a moment, everything stopped. My heart raced in my chest, panic bubbling to the surface as I stared up at him, wide-eyed. He wasn’t just threatening to make me sign the contract—he was implying that, if I didn’t, he’d take what he wanted. Right there. My hands shook as I clutched the fabric of my jacket tighter, trying to keep myself grounded, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. This can’t be happening, I thought desperately. I’m still a virgin, for goodness’ sake! The thought crashed through my mind like a wave, and I felt a rush of heat flood my face. I had never let anyone close enough—never allowed myself to fall into this kind of situation. The very idea of him of him taking advantage of me in that way, made my stomach churn with revulsion and fear. I tried to stand my ground, tried to look at him with defiance, but my voice wavered despite my best efforts. “You’re not going to intimidate me, Mr Gr
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