Chapter 3.
Drystan walked down the wooden stairs of Lina’s all-glass house. He had a scowl on his face as his burning gaze fixed on Lani. “Do you ever stop yapping?” Drystan’s voice sliced through the air as he descended the stairs completely. Irritation and disgust could be heard in the undertone of his voice. No matter how quiet Lina tried to be, she could never be as quiet as her brother, Dryatan. Not that she wanted to be. Lina hissed slowly and rolled her eyes at Drystan who had made his way through the corner of Lina’s kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from her freezer then returned to the spacious living room. “This is my house and I can Yap for as long as I desire.” “It would hurt more if I didn't have a house. I am not the one who keeps begging to be visited.” Drystan's replies were always a comeback and it left Lani faking a frown. She hated to admit how much she desired to be surrounded by the people she loved. “I don't need you.” She countered and Drystan shrugged, taking a turn to the stairs again. “How rude can you be, Merikh? Can't you at least say hi to my friend?” Drystan paused on his track, his scowl deepened and he shut Leni with a dangerous glare. He never gave two shits about her friend, so the question was weird. He was going to reply when the side of his eye caught a glimpse of Rosealba's face. He directed his gaze to Rosealba. Deep Doe's eyes with a shade of sky blue and a shade of sea green, sank him in. Her blonde hair was not packed into a ponytail. They framed her delicate oval face, this time. The lines on his face smoothened, replaced with a calm expression. For the longest, he had felt a powerful gaze on him since he walked into the living room, but he never thought to check who the person was. He never cared. He had only ever spared glances at bodies that lay on his bed, ready to have him in their tight and willing body, but this time, it looked like he would be sparing more than just a glance. A minute passed and the world seemed to have frozen in the moment of their eyes. As if time held their breath, they stood still, lost in each other’s world. Lina stared pinpoint at them. She’d cleared her throat, pulling them from their trance. “Do you two know each other?” Rosealba blinked back from the world of his eyes, she batted her lashes softly and directed her gaze to Lina. “No.” she made to smile, but the word got stuck in her throat as she heard Drystan's calm reply. “Yes. I meet her some ride away from the airport. When your pestering ass would not stop bothering me to get you some books.” “Well. My pestering ass was bothering you to get a book for the person you are staring at!” Lina countered with a squeezed nose. Rosealba stared back at Drystan, she saw his shoulder relaxed from the shrug he gave Lina. The look in his eyes remained unfazed, his haunting jade eyes piercing through her. She was almost lost in the world of his eyes again. “Wait.” Lani gasped as Drystan’s words downed on her. She directed her bewildered gaze to Rosealba, whose cheeks were burning red. “You mean, my brother was the knight in shining amore you were gisting me about?” Rosealba bit back the extra embarrassment that burned through her, then nodded with her lips merged into a thin line. Before Lina could say another word, Drystan saved them another question by stretching his hand forward, adding extra bewilderment to the look on Lina’s face. “Hi. I am Drystan.” He never got her name last time because he was eager to bury himself in the warm hole of an ordered body, after his ruthless section. Something he did for fun. Rosealba stared at his hand for some seconds before picking it up. “I… I am Rosealba.” she struggled through her words as Drystan took her soft hand into his callused palm, pressing softly on it. She swallowed forcing her eyes not to look down at his lower region but she failed. A tiny rippling occurred in her system, as her eyes met with the line on his lower abdomen, and the rigidness of his packs. Lina stared at her brother and friend who were exchanging soft compliments like she had seen a ghost. For a person who has known her brother all her life. It was weird that he introduced himself as Drystan, instead of the usual Alactor Merikh who portrayed him to be the bad guy he is and evoked fear in people. Adding the last straw to her observation, he never helped anyone, not if they were dying and he would lastly never stretch his hands for a handshake. Not for business deals or women. Lina cleared her throat in the air. “Well, I am glad you finally helped a soul in your life.” the word came out more like a joke and it didn't seem to bother Rosealba. Lani made jokes about every little thing, that she had come to know. “Well now that you both have a good relationship. I would run a bath get dressed and go do my research while you both keep each other company.” Rosealba’s eyes widened! No! She didn't want to be left alone with him. The look her eyes held was of nervousness, but Drystan didn't betray his formal expression. He remained unfazed and that was enough hint that he was okay with it. And this right here was just another thing to stir up some worry In Lani. She moved closer to Rosealba and whispered. “He is my brother. Loosen up. He doesn't bite.” the word against Rosealba's ear had a grumbling effect on her stomach. She looked above Lina’s back. The half-naked sight of Drystan looked the opposite of his sister's words. He looked like He would bite, chew, and…. swallow if chance permitted. The realization that this naked sight of him had her nipples prickling left her unsure of herself. Before she could say a word. Lani was already leaning against her brother, whispering to his ear something she could not hear. “She is not some whore to desire. A hand on her and I will make sure you have no cock again.” Drystan chuckled. A slow and dry chuckle. “She looks just as tempting as a lady I desire to possess. You know I do not do ‘sweet nothing. I fuck.. And I fuck certain kind of woman.” The words from Drystan had Lani growling in disgust. She pulled away from her brother and then said. “Her car is bad. Help me drop her off when she desires to go home, okay?” Just a nod from him and Lina vanished into the air. Silence settled in, and hung the air with the weight of unsaid words. It felt awkward for Rosealba. Three days back, he was her shining armor and today, he was her best friend's brother, whom she could barely stay or cast a glance at without desiring a feel of his ripped muscle. The silence was becoming thicker and thicker and almost touchable as though it filled the space with fog. With the distance that spread between them, Rosealba suddenly felt claustrophobic, she could feel his haunting gaze on her, piercing every part of her body and that left her a little too nervous, fidgeting on her finger. The slight and occasional quiver of her body was a factor that made him forget his gaze on her body. The way she constantly pressed her lips into a thin line. She looked…. Like something he could possess. So Innocent, pretty much naive. She looked incredibly attractive, sitting nervously than he would ever permit a person. Thinking about it now, he lied some minutes ago. She was the kind of woman he dealt with, he just never dealt with them in bed. “White rose,” Drystan called out the meaning of her name, and the weight of silence was lifted, slowly washing off. Rosealba's cheeks stretched into a big bright smile. Melting through the shadow of his darkness. It was not permitted for a smile to be this beautiful. “How did you know about that?” It was a question he expected her to ask or he would have concluded that she was dumb. But hell! He would never tell her that he googled her name right after he got it from her. She was just as bright as her name. Rosealba, white rose. “You read?” He inquired after some seconds and that automatically changed the topic. A brighter smile secured the bream of her lips, and then she replied. “Yes. I read a lot.” Damn it! He was captivated by the big and bright smile that stretched on her lips. No one was ever permitted to smile this way. So pure, so innocent, so ethereal. “Do you read as well?”The questions were not out of curiosity. She just hated how slow the silence was finally creeping into the air. “I don't read.” His voice was chilled and it sent an alarm into the air. “Ohhh.” she opened her mouth to say but was suddenly interrupted by his words. “But I would listen if you read to me.” Instantly, her cheeks flushed with arousal— nonsexual ones. Unable to control the blush she let it all out, allowing the feeling to consume her. She looked marvelous. The way she struggled to not blush too hard. The way her edges softened, and her eyes glittered with a canvas of warmth. The sparks in her eyes added to her charms, forming a glimmer of light that connected a string to his darkness. The brightness her eyes held, he adored it. Drystan’s muscle pinched. He had never adored anything light, but with her, he didn't just adore it, he desired her. To own her, to protect her to shield her from the darkness of the main world. For his 31 years of existence, he had never desired to own anyone. He had desired to kill, to ruin, to fuck and bang, not all women that fell to his feet, the ones he desire to bang. However, he had never desired to own anyone, this desire was pinching into the darkest part of his soul and he hated how much he was accommodating this unwelcome feeling with open arms.Chapter 4. “Gether every detail about her,” Drystan commanded in his usual stern voice, dropping the picture of Rosealba that he had gotten from Lina’s shelf, on the table. Rocco reached out for it with a bow. He stared at the picture for not longer than 2 seconds before deeping it into his back pocket. He stood still, his both hands behind his back as he waited for Drystan’s next reply. Behind the black desk, Drystan sat comfortably and leaned into it, with a wrapped weed to his lips while he stared into space, alternating between killing the scumbag that tried to fake a deal with him. The thought of it sent his blood gushing in rage. With dark haunting narrowed eyes, he drew out a drag from his weed and offered it to the air before getting to his feet. “Have the stacked weapons arranged and sent to the warehouse I will handle the rest. “As you wish, my lord.” ****** Rosealba walked through Lowel’s hallway, wearing her big beautiful smile. In her right hand was
Chapter 5. The distance between Rosealba and Drystan closed gradually as he took steady yet powerful steps closer to her. Why she was on the floor and crying under the cold rain bothered him. Rage burned through him. Whoever was responsible would pay the price he would wish he never had to hurt her. That is if the person lived to rethink his fucking actions. “Sunshine.” The words slid out of his mouth before he could even control it. He didn't know if it was too early to call her by that name but that was the name he had prepared for her and it soothed so well because of how delicate her presence brightened the room, no matter how dark the moment was. “Go away.” Rosealba was going to scream and yell and tell the person admist her sobs that she knew this street was dangerous and it was none of his fucking business but she recalled the voice and that left her frozen for some seconds. Slowly, she raised her gaze and his pair of jade emerald eyes sent a surge of life into
He might be crazy. Or a psychopath for sitting on this chair with his huge and erect cock in his hand while his preying eyes fisted greedily on the beautiful sight of her fresh thighs, as she slept like the princess he would make her in no time. Drystan leaned against the wall in his room, his eyes hungrily fixed on the pretty sleeping Roseslba. His pair of emerald jade eyes watched over her like the protector he promised to be. Only that his very psychopathic and perverted self desired to do more. He moved an inch closer and her cologne began to reek stronger, pulling him closer. He was a greedy person for not taking her home, but he would certainly not deny being greedy. He has always been a greedy person and with her, he would be even more greedy. As she made a gentle swift of position his eyes followed her keenly till he noticed the gentle twitch of her mouth. His groan tightened and a deadly desire rasped through him. “Go on your knees and take my cock, you sl
Rosealba’s head throbbed and her blurry vision eased gently, her eyes catching a glimpse of an unfamiliar ceiling. Her right hand gripped the side of her forehead as she sat upright, grimacing from the pain that ground through her forehead. Slowly, her eyes opened and a feeling of confusion dawned on her as she became more conscious of her surroundings. Her eyes moved around the room— a breathtaking modern architecture, composed entirely of glass, creating an almost ethereal sense of transparency, bathed with gold light that cast its gentle glow on her skin. “Where… where am in?” She asked softly, her voice clear and confused as she ran her hands against the king's size soft fluffy bed, desiring an answer from no one. Her gaze shifted to her body and fear sliced through her body like the icy wind that caught through the warmest resolve. Her clothes from yesterday were gone, replaced with very beautiful, unfamiliar nightwear. Her mind drifted to the thoughts of Drystan
Chapter 8. “Did you really walk in to meet Lowel fucking Stella like they didn’t already claim the sister and brother’s titles?” Lina’s sharp question pierced the air for the third time since Rosealba arrived. Rosealba nodded briefly, her lips pressed into a thin line, her shoulders tight with the weight of the memory. With each question that Lina asked Rosealba was reminded of his deep grunt and the expression his face held. “That jerk,” Lina spat, her voice laced with venom, her anger etched into every sharp line of her expression. “And he had the right to gaslight you?” Rosealba exhaled softly, her shoulders slumping further as she nodded again, barely moving her head. She was tired—tired of the questions, tired of reliving it. But she knew Lina wasn’t the type to let things go. Her best friend was relentless when it came to demanding answers. “I can’t believe that jerk had the nerve to gaslight you, after putting you through all of this stress. He should be grateful he is
Chapter 9. Nothing made sense to Drystan aside from the thoughts of Rosealba and the things he did to her lips while she was asleep. The room was dimly lit. The faint hum of the overhead fan barely masked the city sounds outside. The air smelled of cigarettes and leather, a testament to the countless deals sealed in this space. Seated at the head of the long mahogany table, was Alactor Merikh Drystan. “The sovereign.” He leaned back in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other. His dark button-down top was immaculate and he wore it like armor. A smoldering cigarette rested between his fingers, sending thin trails of smoke into the air. His face was a mask of indifference calm, his sharp cheekbones casting shadows in the dim light. His cold, dark eyes betrayed no emotion as he studied the men who sat in front of him, their nervous energy palpable. One of them is a portly man with beads of sweat forming on his temple. The other was a thin man who kept glancing
Chapter 10. A smile stretched the corners of Rosealba’s lips as she moved closer and confirmed that it was Drystan. It was indeed him standing at the door of her store. How did he find her? She hurriedly opened the door, her actions filled with surprise and merriment. “You’re here,” Rosealba said, her voice laced with surprise and the faintest hint of happiness. Drystan smiled a rare and tender expression that softened the sharp lines of his face. The smile wasn’t just for her—it was for himself, too. An acknowledgment of the warmth she awakened in the cold chambers of his soul. Rosealba’s worries seemed to dissolve in the light of that smile, unaware that he didn’t know he was capable of offering something so gentle. Drystan’s eyes traced the curve of her form, lingering on every detail and her words fell on deaf ears, turning into a distant hum as he savored the sight before him. God, she looked perfect. Her blonde hair which was packed in a messy ponytail complemen
Chapter 11. Rosealba stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back with an intensity that mirrored the raging storm within her. Clutching her manuscript, her knuckles whitened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, unveiling her inner turmoil. She drew in a deep breath, attempting to summon the confidence that seemed to elude her. Straightening her posture, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder. “You can do this,” she whispered to her reflection, forcing a smile that failed to mask the uncertainty in her eyes. This was her moment, her opportunity to ascend the literary ladder. The thoughts of losing loomed over her, threatening to shatter her dreams of joining the esteemed Noble Writers firm. She could not afford rejection at the moment. This was her only hope. Her only dream. The sudden vibration of her phone jolted her from her reverie. Retrieving her phone from the pocket of her cream-colored coat—a garment that exuded an elegance that her f
Chapter 153. The engine growled low as Drystan drove alone through the winding path that led to the estate. His hands gripped the steering wheel, the weight of old memories pressing against his chest with every mile. Back then, when the weight of expectation and unspoken words were becoming heavy, he would run here to meet his uncle. Stay there days without saying a word to anyone about what exactly was up. Then over time, he realized his father had reason for putting all of that weight on him. The mansion came into view, sitting in the cradle of misty trees, cloaked in the kind of silence that made the past feel alive again. Drystan slowed the car, his sharp eyes sweeping the grounds. The fountains were still running. The garden is still meticulously trimmed. It all looked the same, yet somehow different. Nostalgia rolled over him in a quiet, heavy wave. His uncle made great choice of running off to come stay here in Sicily, but he? He was born Rome. In fact the Italian Mafia
Chapter 152.The gates creaked open.Drystan’s black Maserati pulled into the secluded Sicily villa — a home away from home, but it felt nothing like one because his woman. The light that brightened his part was not so close to him. The car door shoved open with a sharp pull by a guard on stand-by. Drystan brought a leg down stepping out into the thick, humid evening. His shirt clung to his body, half unbuttoned from the hours of drive. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.Rocco who was already waiting at the entrance hurriedly stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully.“My lord.”Drystan didn’t spare him a glance.“Prepare the car. I want to be out of here in twenty.”“Yes, my lord,” Rocco answered instantly.He stepped ahead and pushed open the heavy door for Drystan, standing aside.Drystan entered, each step heavy, his mind elsewhere.Rome.Rosealba.The image of her face clogged his mind. Her grip against his body, her body curling into his side at night.He should be in bed wi
Chapter 151. The room was dark—eerily darker than usual. Rosealba tossed restlessly against the bed, groaning softly in her sleep. Her head spun, pulsing with something she could only describe as a deep headache.She moved a hand to her head, her palm gently caressing her temple in a faint attempt to ease the pain.It was then that she felt it—the presence of someone, the weight of piercing eyes heavy on her body. Her brows knitted in sudden fury. Drystan… Drystan… The name rang in her head, but she knew deep down it wasn’t him.Her heart raced, the sensation of being watched was too real, too intense. Immediately, her eyes sprang open, only to meet a pair of perfect, familiar eyes staring right back at her.Rosealba hurriedly sat upright, her breath uneven, the shock of awakening suddenly rushing through her like ice-cold water.“Hazel,” she called her voice still thick with sleep, brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the sudden intrusion.“My lady,” Hazel said, her tone sof
Chapter 151. Drystan shifted, slow, deliberate—then he laid her down on the couch, not pulling out of her warmth for even a second. His hand cradled her chin. “You are so sweet, Sunshine. So sweet.”Rosealba’s body trembled under him, already wrecked, already dripping, and yet—so ready. So desperate. So his. “Look at me,” Drystan whispered, forehead pressed against hers, breath heavy and uneven. “I want to see your face when I fuck you full sunshine. Because three days without you are to me like hell and I am wondering how to live through it. Okay?Rosealba’s head fell into a nod, not completely before he started moving. Slow. Deep. Dragging. “Ohhh…” Rosealba gasped at every inch.Soft, shaky moans caught in her lips like a prayer. She tried to breathe, to stay quiet, but she couldn't. Not with the way he was filling her up. Not with the way he stayed so close. Every thrust drew her closer to his mind, body, and soul. Drystan’s jaws clamped, pleasure seeping into him. It’s been
Chapter 150.The office fell silent— but only for breath. Then the soft sound of melting skin, wet and desperate filled the room. Her soft moan getting swallowed by Drystan's growl. “Auuuu… Sunshine. You are so tight.”Rosealba’s lips trembled, her thighs parted slightly to take him. “They are going to catch us, Drystan… be.. be gentle.” “Gentle?” A soft scoff tore past his lips. He moved a finger to her hair and tugged a strand away. “You think I care about who walks in?” He asked in his deep baritone voice, hissing into her ear. Rosealba shuddered at the gentle impact.“We will get caught.” Rosealba moaned in a heavy breath, panicking and trembling.His hand moved to the back of her hair and took a large grip of it, yanking it backward.“Goodness…” Rosealba gasped as pain and pleasure slit through her scalp. “That's it..” Drystan grunted, thrusting slowly. “Let them come.” He growled, keeping the same pace. “Let them come and see who you are. Who you really belong to.”Rosea
Chapter 149. “I am going to Sicily,” Drystan whispered, fingers grazing her thighs as he pulled her pants away.Rosealba’s breath hitched.Not in pleasure, but in the alarm his words played in her head.Her tilting head fell midway. Their body tensed as she struggled to process the news, her skin suddenly prickling, her mind freezing in mid-motion like a heart that forgot how to beat. The room dimmed around the edges as his voice echoed, again and again.Drystan watched her, moving the white panties to his nose. His gaze never left her face, even as he closed his eyes for a second, breathing her in like she was a lifeline he couldn’t leave behind.Rosealba’s head rolled forward, eyes glimmering with something untold. A blend of confusion and an ache so quiet, it screamed.“Why?” She finally found a voice, stuttering.Her heart was racing now, trembling with emotions she hadn’t sorted. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her like they could hold her together.Drystan let out a sof
Chapter 148. Drystan stood behind the tall glass window, his hand glued to the phone pressed tightly against his ear. The city sprawled before him, alive and glittering beneath the afternoon sky—but his eyes didn’t see any of it. His stare was sharp, jaw clenched so tightly it ticked, the pressure building beneath his skin.“You didn’t tell her?” Lina’s voice snapped through the speaker. Her tone was sharp, her head dipped forward like Drystan could see her through the phone.“What is going on with you, Merikh? What is so hard about spilling such information? All you had to do was inform her that you had a company in her name.”“That company is Noble Write, Lina,” he growled lowly.“So?” she shot back, her voice rising slightly.Drystan turned from the window slowly, the shadow stretching behind him like the tension in his chest. His voice dropped deeper, rougher—warning. “Look, Lina. Rosealba would feel like she only got that job because of me. She would doubt herself. She would cra
Chapter 147.Rosealba lowered herself to the chair, her smile turning genuine.Drystan’s grin widened, his heart melting.“Where would you like us to celebrate our wedding and how many would you want it to be?” His voice carried so much enthusiasm.As a mafia lord, he shouldn’t be thinking of such things. He should keep it low—hidden from prying eyes, untraceable by enemies. But somehow, when it came to her, none of that seemed to matter. He didn’t want the underworld to define their life. He wanted her dreams to shape it.To him, weddings were for women to merry—ceremonies dressed in white, full of joy and dreams. But marriages… marriages were for men to uphold. For him to guard, to keep sacred, to protect with his life.However way she wanted it would work for him. Her happiness would always be his first answer.Rosealba lifted a finger to her lips, meditating.“Hmmmm… It’s quite a tough question,” she said slowly, her eyes gleaming with thought. “But I want a very simple wedding. S
Chapter 146.Rosealba glared at Drystan, her curiosity sharpening into a sneer in her eyes.She moved her hand to his, fingers wrapping around the hard muscles of his palm.“You could tell me anything.” She whispered, her voice soft but insistent, pulling him closer to the truth.Drystan held her gaze, a fire flickering in her eyes, the calmness of her tone unsettling him.Her words reverberated in his mind, urging him to take that step. But what if he did? What if, the moment he spoke, the spark in her eyes flickered out? What if the love she held for him turned to hatred, disgust even, at his audacity? No. He couldn’t say it. Not now.Rosealba raised a brow, urging him forward, but he shut down the thought instantly. No. Not tonight. Not yet. He would tell her. But it had to be when the time was right.A smile tugged at his lips—gentle, yet it couldn’t quite hide the misery lurking just beneath.“I… I was going to give you something.” He stuttered, forcing the words out, reminding h