[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
SNEAK PEEK•••"You're nothing but my pawn, my slut, and a convenient hole for my pleasure." I scoffed, dragging my finger slowly across her trembling lips, letting it linger just long enough for her to taste herself on it. "You're replaceable, but you'll be loyal to me and me alone. I don't care if other men touch you, but only I get to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Is that clear?"Bianca nodded slowly, her determined gaze fixed on mine as though she'd not heard a derogatory word uttered. "I only want you body, no more. Understand?" I looked down at her small form before me, noting how perfectly proportioned she was for my tastes.She nodded again like an obedient little pup—and it was getting on my nerves. All I wanted to do was shove my boner down her throat to get more sounds out of her mouth. 'How slow can this woman be?' No matter how desperately she craves my touch, there had to be a limit to how pathetically needy someone could become.A devious smirk formed at my lips
[Bianca]***"Close those fucking legs!" He raged out, half startling me as I swiftly closed my legs. This man was so...weird.One minute he was unreadable and the next he'd lost his temper.I slowly turned my gaze towards him, my mouth parted in surprise as I watched him rummage through his luggage. The sight alone gave me goosebumps—He pulled out a pair of black plastic gloves, then a strange collar with a chain attached to it. "Come here," he twisted his neck, rising with his hands stretched upwards. I hesitantly obeyed, walking up to him as he rose to place the collar on my neck—it came with a gag that prevented me from making any noises.He reached down into another compartment and I thought my life was over. 'It's a knife! It's got to be!' If so, why was I still standing here? Maybe because I'd let this fucking psycho wrap the collar chain around his left hand like I was some kind of wild dog.To my surprise, he returned with a syringe.Panicking, I tensed, ready to fight ba
[Dante] My eyes narrowed at the woman below me who was trembling violently. Her skin was flushed pink, especially those succulent pair of ass cheeks I'd been relentlessly slamming into moments ago. The agreement was clear: I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she was willing to endure even the most twisted of pleasures. I recognized desperation when I saw it and had no intention of showing her any mercy. "You still want my money, don't you?" I demanded, my voice hoarse from the exertion of earlier. She nodded, tongue out and panting heavily like a bitch in heat. I liked the hunger in her eyes—hell, I planned on getting my money's worth. Her blind submission was all thanks to the drugs I'd injected her with. The formula hadn't been perfected yet but it didn't need to be. Testing the prototype was half the thrill, especially for someone like Bianca. She was everything I'd hoped for—young, beautiful, desperate enough to sign anything I put in front of her. But tonight w
[Dante]I straightened my tie through the mirrored walls of the elevator, catching my reflection just long enough to make sure everything was in place. Sharp suit, impeccable posture, not a hair out of line...mostly. But there was always something missing—something I couldn't quite pinpoint, no matter how many times I adjusted the details. I checked my watch. Late again. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth, an automatic response to the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The floor numbers blinked slowly as the elevator ascended, and the air reeked of air fresheners. This building, with its polished floors and glass walls, felt more like a cage than the empire I was supposed to be running. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. A woman stepped in—one of my employees, Korean, small and fidgety. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she bowed twice in quick succession, her movements stiff and nervous. The usual reaction. I didn't bother acknow
[Bianca] "Bianca? Bianca? Earth to Bianca!" Cassie's voice jolted me from my thoughts, pulling me back to the busy clinking of silverware and chatter that filled the high-end restaurant. I blinked and looked up to see her standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, one eyebrow arched. She looked like she was fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but the sigh she let out said it all. I blinked, realizing I'd completely zoned out while holding a tray full of empty wine glasses. Wonderful—on my first day back from the hospital, too. "Sorry, Cassie," I mumbled, straightening up and shaking off the fog in my head. "Just...zoned out," I muttered, managing an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I noticed," she replied, her expression softening a bit as she scanned my face. "Look, I know you're eager to get back on your feet, but maybe this is too soon. I mean... after everything you've been through," she said, dropping her voice as if my recent life crisis
[Bianca] The moment our eyes locked, my entire body tensed. I knew instantly who he was—the same twisted, masked figure from last night. The man responsible for the bruises I'd hidden beneath my uniform, and now he was here, smirking at me like this was all some dark joke."You..." My voice came out in a low hiss, and his gaze narrowed with recognition. Keith, seated across, shifted uneasily, trying to stand, but Dante held up a hand, silencing him with an iron glance. They weren't equals in this relationship—that much was clear.All I wanted to do was wipe that smug look right off his face. I swung my fist, aiming right for his perfect, punchable jaw. Before I even got close, he caught my fist in midair and pulled me straight up to his lap without letting go. His face was close now, so close that I could feel his breath, low and steady against my cheek."Bianca," he murmured in an undertone that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to keep last night to yourself, aren't you? If
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
[Dante]I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race? 'I'm not sure I recall.' Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.As I rounded the final flight, a thought crossed my mind.'Did he fuck her?'The question stopped me in my tracks for half a second. No. Bianca wasn't that desperate. The only way Keith could have touched her was if he'd drugged h
[Dante]I cursed under my breath, hanging up, just when a woman's arms wrapped around me from behind."Mmhm, what's the matter, Dante?" Bella whispered in a low, sultry tone, the warmth of her body pressing onto my back. "You scared me when you suddenly got up. Did something happen?"My eyes narrowed disgustingly, suddenly hyper-aware that she was touching me. Why was she touching me?"Get your filthy hands off me," I snapped, shaking her off like she was something unpleasant that had latched onto my skin.Bella let out an exaggerated whine, but instead of backing off, she latched onto me tighter, pressing her bare chest against my back. "Oh, come on," she murmured, squeezing her arms around me. "You're always so cold, but I'm already used to your harsh words, Dante."Her tone was that of an understanding doctor, but I wasn't in the mood to continue what we were just doing. I wouldn't have bothered calling her if my sex drive hadn't gone over the top this morning—so much so that I kne
[Bianca] I woke up in a comfy bed and yet, my joints felt somewhat stiff—that alone was a bad sign. Instinctively, I reached for my phone before freezing mid-motion. Right. That could ruin my morning before it even started. I sat up slowly, scanning the unfamiliar guest room. It was small and neat, but not the problem. The problem was that I had followed a near-stranger home, stayed the night, and somehow slept with both eyes closed—despite knowing better. I dragged a hand down my face. Bianca Campbell, you must be out of your damn mind. Keith wasn't exactly a stranger. I'd seen him around and exchanged a handful of words. An acquaintance, maybe. But that didn't make what I did any less reckless. I threw off the blanket and stretched, arching my back until I heard a satisfying crack. "Ughh..." I groaned, scratching at my scalp as I shuffled toward the bathroom. One glance in the mirror, and I nearly snorted. What a disaster. My hair was tangled, my skin dull, my eyes
[Bianca]One week. That's how long it had been since my life went from bad to worse.I always thought everyone had forgotten my existence after the years out of the spotlight, but somehow, I keep getting nothing but bad publicity.When I tried to move into a new place on the day I got into an argument with Dante, I'd gotten accepted by the landlord only for him to change his mind the next. If it was just him, I wouldn't have been bothered, but no one seemed to want to have me as a tenant—not even a handful of hotels.At first, I thought it was all just a coincidence. Maybe bad luck. Maybe something about my recent surgery made me seem like a risk. But then the rejections started coming with strange, rehearsed excuses like:'We're at full capacity'. 'Something came up with the lease'. 'There was a mistake—we can't rent to you after all.'It didn't make sense.And that was just the start.My phone buzzed with a new notification, and I winced before even looking.Ex-beauty queen Bianca C
[Dante]There's a feminine saying about men being scum. I don't disagree, but from where I stand, there are different breeds of male scum.There are the weak ones—the spineless cowards who cling to their fathers' names like life rafts, drowning in privilege they never earned.The poor ones—fools who think their fists can change their fate, swinging at the world like cornered animals.Then there are the ambitious ones—schemers who smile in your face while sharpening the knife they'll sink into your spine.And then there's me—a combination of all of the above, or maybe something entirely different. Something worse.But I don't pretend to be what I’m not. I don't hide behind morals or false promises and I live my life as freely as I need to. Because at the end of the day, the only thing bigger than my ego is my dick.And both have ruined lives—just in different ways.***The file in front of me was a mess of numbers, percentages, names—meaningless distractions. I shut it and leaned back
[Bianca]I sat on the floor, my back rested against the wall and both knees folded up to my chest. I stared blankly at the bag of cash some distance away, its contents spilt across the floor.My eyelids drooped, my head bobbing forward in exhaustion while I forced myself awake. Sleep wasn't an option. Not when I was trapped in this place, counting the hours until sunrise like a prisoner awaiting parole.No matter how much control Dante thought he had, he couldn't stop me from finding a way out. The only reason I was still here was because I wanted to settle everything once and for all without having to look behind me while living.Last night had been a disaster.After my failed escape attempt—where I ended up back at the gates—I'd been livid. The security had played dumb, pretending not to know a damn thing, and when I stood by the road hoping for another ride, the first car that slowed down made my senses go off.The driver's stare, the way his lips curled into a slow smirk—it was en
[Bianca]I woke up with a groan, feeling like drums were being hammered inside my head. Despite being laid on something soft, my body felt heavy and desperately weak. Everything was sluggish—my limbs, my mind, even my ability to breathe without putting extra effort into doing so."Fuck..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as I sat up on the couch. Slowly lifting my eyes to take note of my unfamiliar surroundings, I whispered, "Where... am I?" It was just then that I recalled the memories from earlier. The meeting at the Burge, the elevator ride, Dante Wentworth and the words I had spoken to Grayson."No!" I panicked, quickly rising.My legs felt like jelly, both knees giving way until I collapsed on the cold ground. I winced, tears forming in my eyes as I tried to make sense of it all. My mind was suddenly clear. I recalled everything so vividly—even the pain emanating from the bruise on my knee. It was real.I had ruined a lifelong friendship with Grayson just bec