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His to Consume Back Home
Cassidy's POV Lena's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Julian? Oh, darling, I don't need Julian to tell me what looks good on me. But, oh, yes, he did mention he would like me here tonight."Her words almost knocked the breath from my lungs, but I was a good actor. "Interesting. He told me that it would be a small congregation.""Well," she said, shrugging delicately, "Julian does love a good surprise. You know how he is."I nodded, trying to suppress the flood of emotions rising inside me. "Yes, I do."The silence that followed became unbearable because Lena turned back to the mirror, pretending that she was no longer worth her time.I left the boutique not long after. The gown I had chosen now felt heavier than it should while dragging me outside. Back HomeThat night, I could not get the encounter with Lena out of my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, the gown draped across a chair, and replayed our conversation in my head.Julian had made a promise to me. He had made a promise about
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume Gloria And The Folder
Lena's POVI came into the office, storming like a three-legged dog. The sharp clicking of my heels against the marble signified an almost physical fury building inside me. I clenched the strap of my handbag tightly as I pushed the door open with far more force than required. An empty pristine space, sleek modern furniture, and soaring bookshelves were the only things where I was able to exist without the caverns of my mind.This was my personal space, yet irritation was still the undercurrent after the unfortunate encounter with Cassidy earlier on.She is infuriating. Spoiled, entitled, and completely ignorant of how things work in the outside world. The way she looked at me in that boutique-as though she'd already won whatever game she thought we were playing-set my blood boiling.I noticed Gloria barely approaching me, her normal efficiency carrying her along with a folder in her hand."Ms. Reynolds," she began, her voice crisp and professional, "this is the revised.""Not now," I
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume You End up With Him?
Lena's POVI switched off the engine and alighted from the car, slamming the door shut harder than necessary. The gate had opened slightly. As my parents drew closer, there was a faint sound of their honey-toned hushed conversation carried by the breeze."Lena," called out her father in an authoritative voice, almost as if addressing a subordinate employee in expectation of failure to meet standards.Standing beside him was my mother, picture-perfect grace and judgment rolling under her arms. In the feeble light, her pearl necklace glimmered, and she nailed me with those eyes, sharp as they could get, as though inspecting a misbehaving child."What are you doing here?" I asked flatly, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible as I moved closer to them.Before they could give an answer, my father moved forward. He furrowed his brows in both annoyance and frustration and said, "The gateman said you instructed him not to let us in." I crossed my arms and slightly tilted my head, total
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume A Persona Non-Grate
Lena’s POV My mother looked up, her face fully masked in expression. "Good morning to you too, Lena," she said in that polite tone, not noticing the cut in my mouth."So I thought I'd cleared that up last night. " There was no invite, and you should leave," I said, arms crossed against the doorframe now. Father turned around and began speaking, lips pressed into a line. "We wanted to speak to you before you left for work," he said, clearly calm but firm.I raised an eyebrow, bracing myself for whatever excuse they had come up with. "About what?""The party tonight," my mother interjected, her tone overly casual. "We decided that we will be attending."There, suddenly, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react, after which a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Decided?" I echoed. "You've decided?" Father stepped in, nodding. "We're the Reynolds, Lena. Events of this magnitude pertain to us as it is natural that we attend. Our presence would elevate the occasion."The frown deepened f
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume Ignore The Wild Cat
Lena's POV"Damien," I said with a softer, apologizing voice for what happened the previous day. "I shouldn't have snapped at you." He waved it off with a little nod, leaning against the edge of my desk. "Don't worry about it. I know it wasn't about you." Still, I felt that I needed to explain. "I just... I wasn't in the mood for anything or anyone, and then my parents came." "How was it with them last night?" he asked, his tone careful. Bitter laughter escaped me as I shook my head. "Didn't have time to deal with them, or maybe I didn't want to. But either way, more of the same lectures, guilt trips, and acting like they're the victims in all of this." He studied me for a moment, dark eyes unreadable. "And this morning? I sunk into the chair, exhaustion creeping into my voice. "They want to talk about the party tonight when they think they have some right to be there." I scoffed, crossing my arms. "As if showing up out of nowhere after months of silence earns them an invitation
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume Annoyance Not Necessary
Grant's POVIt was quieter than normal as I walked into the house, which was long-casting shadows of everything under the faint chandelier light. The almost quiet entry leads toward the foyer, where my mother can somehow be heard down the hallway. She seemed to be speaking into the phone from the other end, with a low, firm voice, as if the words were meant for no one else to hear.So, I felt like I was walking a few more steps toward the inside of the house, knowing it would catch her attention. Her head jerked up and when her eyes met mine, she quickly ended the call. "I'll talk to you later," she hushed into the phone and terminated it with unusual urgency.“Who was that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.The tight smile creased her lips - the one she used when she was suppressing something. "No one is important. Just some business matters.""Business," I echoed with evident skepticism. "You don't do business, Mom." So, what's up?"That dismissive gesture really did seem as if sh
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume We Party Tonight
Lena's POVIt felt as if time was crawling. The very universe mocked me. The more I threw myself into my work, afraid to let the background thought of the party in the evening pervade my thoughts, the more a storm cloud loomed over me. The five o'clock chime allowed me to snap shut my laptop with a certain finality: Enough was enough. Time to face the inevitable.Home was as empty as I had left it; the silence between me and the raging chaos inside my mind was indeed a small comfort. My parents had not arrived, so, at least for now, I had some peace.After a brisk shower, I started my rituals. Tonight was the party; it was a battlefield, and my appearance would be my armor. A black satin gown with a high slit on one side, crosswise, and a complicated neckline that falls heavily onto my shoulders. The fabric clung like a second skin to my body, which accentuated the power and grace.I spent additional time on my makeup app: bold, red lips, and eye smoke that added a dramatic effect to
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His to Consume Sooner Than Expected
Grant's POV Lena turned and at that moment there was a slight wavering look on her face, but after that, her green eyes caught mine, surprised? Annoyed? They flickered and then she composed herself. "Grant," she said, her tone polite but distant. "I didn't expect to see you this soon." Damien's dark gaze switched from one to the other, but the stance of the man was rock-solid. "Require anything, Grant?" he asked, his voice cold yet the warning undercurrent thick. I acted as if I had not heard him and continued watching Lena. "Can we talk? Alone?" Lena hesitated for a moment; eyes went on Damien. I thought for a second that she would say no, but then she squared her shoulders and nodded. "All right." Damien stepped forward, in a towering presence. "If you have something to say, you can say it here." "It's fine, Damien," Lena interjected while placing a hand on his arm. Her touch was light but seemingly did something to help that tension. "I can handle this." Damien's jaw clench
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His to Consume I Hurt You
Lena's pov I turned around, unable to hold his gaze any longer. And whether my body trembled because of the cold rain or from a cacophony of emotions raging inside me, I do not know. My clothes stuck to my skin. And I wrapped my arms around myself, as though it might shield me from him and that gaze that measured into me as if he might still care.While I stood still as a statue, he spoke to me softly, whispering, "Lena, you do not need to do it alone anymore". Bitter laughter choked out of me when I shook my head and stepped back, trembling slightly. "What is it you want to know, Grant? " What exactly do you think I've been doing?" He turned at me, glaring fury into my eyes. "Oh no! You don't get to swoop in after years of silence, disrupt my life, drag me to some godforsaken resort, and act like you're my savior. That is not how this works."He ran a hand through his wet hair, frustration evident on his face. "You think I don't know how much I've hurt you? You think I don't reply
His to Consume Get up ,Lena
Lena's POV I walked straight to the door, it banged shut behind me by a sound that resounded around the whole house like the beating of my heart. All was a blur in my vision- a cocktail of rage and absolute disbelief. Grant's words seemed to ring loudly even being drowned by that sound; they cut through my defenses like a knife. As though everything he did to drag me away from his wedding and among some other guests at this lonely resort would fix himself for those years. In short, he was wrong. Very wrong.I hurried through the corridor, my steps heavy against the wooden floors. The air outside smells thick and humid, but as soon as I stepped outside, it felt like a release of breath. I wouldn't have cared where I was or how far he had brought me away from civilized areas. All I could think was that I had to be away from him. I needed space to think, feel, and breathe.It was the moment I pulled out my phone to call someone-anyone-that I realized there was no service. Of course. Wh
His to Consume It's Still You
Lena's POV His words flooded over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under. I wanted to be angry, to scream at him for his complete recklessness, but part of me-a small, fragile part-wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe he meant every word. "Just what do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You can't just get up and decide in the middle of your wedding that you want me." That's not how this works, Grant. "I know I messed up," he said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I used to make so many mistakes, Lena." But not again will I be able to leave you.”I shook my head, as I could feel storm-like emotions swirling inside me. "Do you even know what you just did? This is more than just a thing between us, Grant. There are real and tangible consequences. Cassidy, your family, my reputation, how am I supposed to face any of those after this?" "I will fix it," he said positively, with blazing eyes. I don't care what it takes; I will do whatever is r
His to Consume Running Away With The Groom
Lena POV The room was silent. It was almost too silent, as the realization came crashing down on everyone. They didn't move. They dared not breathe. I couldn't breathe. Frozen in place, my hand instinctively reached out to him, almost as though the weight of his words had shattered the world around me.Grant took hold of my wrist and pulled me toward him. His grip was strong and urgent. He didn't look back at Cassidy, didn't say a word to anyone. Instead, he tugged me toward the door, his face set in determination.I knew the entire room was watching me, but I didn't care. I hardly noticed anything else about it as he pulled me from the altar, away from the church, away from everything of today. His touch was a lifeline, and I didn't know if I was hanging onto him or him to me.The church doors opened, and outside was a waiting black car. Grant brings me to the car and opens the door for me, all without a single utterance. He slid in beside me, never letting go of my hand. The driver
His to Consume Ex-husband's Wedding
Lena's POV I couldn't believe it. The weight bore down on me like a ton of bricks as I walked into the grand, candle-lit church, my heels all the while clicking sharply against the marble floor around me. Roses and lilies filled our air along with the faint sound of a string quartet playing in the background. Everything looked so perfect, so immaculate, as if this was some kind of dream I didn't belong in. But that was it; I stood at the back of the church to witness the marriage of ex-husband Grant to ex-girlfriend Cassidy.There was no knowing how I had ended up at this event and even less why I allowed myself to say yes to attending. The only thing that mattered was the deal I had to secure. I was here for business, not for love, not for any personal vendettas, even though I couldn't deny the bitter taste in my mouth as I watched them stand at the altar. This was a business transaction wrapped in a veil of romance. I was never superstitious enough to think that one day I would be
His to Consume Night to The Wedding
Lena'S POV There was no fear of who could keep me awake late at night. Damien's offer rang through my head, both a blessing and a kind of challenge. Some part of me wanted to take him up on it, to accept the security that his family business could provide, but the other part knew that I might never be independent if I relied on his money and could never be indebted again. Independence was everything to me. As the date of the wedding approached, I could not deny that a part of me longed for some sort of stability. The entire time struggling and fighting to maintain control just began to wear me down. There would be times when I could just take a break and breathe but would then remind myself what the stakes were in my company's future, my heritage, so the brakes were off. On the night before the wedding. I stood staring at myself in the mirror of my bedroom. Hanging on the back of the door was the lovely, delicate dress that I was going to wear and leave it till I decided it was tim
His to Consume The Wedding And Her Ex- Husband.
Lena's POV The days afterward became somewhat of a blur due to meetings, phone calls, and strategy sessions. I had to be on my toes all the time because all I could think of was how and where to keep maintaining the lead. But no matter the work, one thought would not leave me alone: marriage. Grant had agreed to go ahead, but the precipice between us seemed so palpable. It was not merely the heat of the deal; it was something deeper, something unsaid. I could not push it aside any longer.I knew that as the weekend approached, I had to speak with him. The man was evading the truth no longer. Pretending that everything is okay can't go on...with a looming wedding. Time to find out if we really want it this way or are really trapped.That night, after a long day at work, I rolled up to Grant's apartment. I knocked at the door with no niceties, and he opened the door for me. The first thing that caught my attention was his eyes-the same exhausted, haggard look that had been haunting my
His to Consume It is me.
Lena's POV “Now Grant,” I began, maintaining a calm voice. We have been through that. The wedding is a major issue in all this. " We must show the Grahams that we are committed.”“I know, but he hesitated, and I could easily hear that in his voice. “It was not just the Grahams anymore, Lena. It is me. I don't know if I can pretend anymore, not after all that's happened."Exhaling, I tried to think of the right words that would help. "You are not pretending, Grant. We both know that. This is about securing the future of the company. If you back out now, it is not just the wedding that is at stake. Everything is."There was a prolonged silence at the other end. My heart rate started climbing as I felt that the seconds were stretched out. The decision was difficult, and I knew that I had to push him to the edge. He could not afford that luxury of indecision anymore."You can't back out now," I repeated this time with more gravitas. We're together in this. I'm going to do everything with
His to Consume Offer or Company
Lena's POV He realized that this was not only about the wedding or the deal. It was about the unwinding thread of a relationship that once seemed solid, built on mutual respect and understanding. Somewhere along the way, that condition had started to fray, and now, here I was forced to sew it back together.My phone rang no sooner had the vibration stopped as I received another call from Damien. I didn't know whether to answer or not since I had no idea what to expect from him now. The last time we talked, I said a firm no to the help he offered, although part of me did appreciate what he had tried to do.“Lena,” his voice came from the loudspeaker, smooth and confident as always. I wanted to check in. How are you holding up?”Sighing and leaning on the window frame, I answered, “I’m managing.” That was me trying to keep my tone even. “But there’s a lot to figure out.”“I know,” he said. “I don't expect you to do it on your own.” If you change your mind concerning my offer, I'm here.
