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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 Unmasking Secrets
Ariel's POV I navigated the aisles of the upscale grocery store, tossing a few essentials into my cart while my mind replayed the day's events. I was worried about Lena- sickened from worrying about how far she would go. I sighed and rubbed my temples as I walked toward the checkout. Probably a quiet night alone would help me think.After paying, I stepped out on the sidewalk, shifting my bags around in my arms while raising one hand to flag down a taxi.That's when I saw her.Allyson.Lena's assistant.Allyson was a few feet away, standing in the same manner and trying to catch a taxi. My brows twisted downwards. It wasn't strange for Allyson to be out, but there was something about the way she was standing-an urgent, almost anxious-like it's stopping Ariel right in her tracks. Allyson looked behind her as if she were checking for someone before hastily getting into the cab.Clarity came back in a flash. Something was wrong. I moved without thinking and jumped into the next taxi.
His to Consume The Walls Are Closing in
Lena's POVAriel scoffed. "How generous." I met Sean’s gaze, ignoring Ariel’s comment. "And if I don’t?"The smirk was still there, but now there was a little less shine to it. "Then Cassidy keeps coming. And she won’t stop until you’re drowning." I drummed my fingers against the desk. "Tell me something, Sean/ do you enjoy being her lap dog? Fetching threats and delivering messages like an obedient little servant?"His expression didn’t change, but I knew he was getting annoyed with me."I enjoy working for someone who knows how to win," he replied with a bit of a smile. "And that’s exactly what Cassidy is doing."Finally, I lifted the envelope, ripped it open, and removed the crisp letter. My eyes scanned the words and my jaw tightened.Cassidy wasn’t just playing the media against me; she was making moves in the business world. Pulling strings with my investors, aligning herself with my competitors. If I didn’t act fast, she’d have her hands wrapped around my empire’s throat.I pl
His to Consume The Gloves Come Off
Lena PovThirty minutes later I found myself sitting across from Victor in a private lobby of an exclusive hotel. He slid a thick folder across the table. I opened it and scanned the pages with my eyes.The seemingly immaculate life of Cassidy Graham had a few cracks- cracks not seen until this moment."Her finances are not as clean as she makes them appear," Victor said, a calm note to his voice covering a trace of satisfaction. "There are some shady offshore dealings under one of her shell companies; not illegal yet, but it wouldn't take much to make it look like one."I was tapping my fingers on the table, considering.Victor continued, "Her personal life is the other half. She's been seen with Damien quite often. The media would devour the insinuation of an affair."I raised my brow as I looked up. "An affair?”Victor smirked. "That's how we'll frame it."I inhaled slowly while considering the next steps. The offshore accounts were straightforward; they would definitely harm her r
His to Consume No Mercy
Lena's POVI dropped the call and let silence embrace me as my heart regained its calmness. The anger churning in my gut, however, remained unbridled, scorching beneath my skin. Cassidy had drifted in, taunted me before drifting away like a winner. But she was mistaken. I walked to the window and gazed down at the city below. Streets stretched below with the pull of life, unaware of the war that was rising from the shadows. I had built my empire in this city, made my name untouchable. And Cassidy thought she would take it away from me? No chance. I turned back to my desk, flipping through the reports of the latest damage control efforts. The media had been relentless on me. The headlines cast me as a tyrant, my employees as victims, my business as a decaying empire. Some of my top investors had already withdrawn, and those still holding on were betting on my ability to weather this storm. I would. A knock sounded at my door. I didn't look up. "What?" Marie came in, her steps hes
His to Consume Face Off Between Two Queens
In the charged air between us, we both stood on our ground, studying each other for a fight. Cassidy had the guts to walk into my space, my office, as if she owned the place. And yet she didn't bat an eye. No hesitation marked her steps, nor was there any flicker of doubt in her gaze.She wanted this confrontation.Fine. I would give her one.I leaned back on the desk, arms crossed, as I met her ice-cold glare. "You've certainly grown bolder," I said flatly. "All that time spent scheming in the shadows must have done wonders for your confidence."A tinkling laugh escaped Cassidy. She sounded light, but the undertone was sharper. "Oh, Lena. You act as though you haven’t been doing the same. The difference is I don’t hide behind boardrooms and PR firms. I fight my battles head-on."I scoffed. "Is that what you call it? Lying? Poisoning the media against me? You are not a warrior, Cassidy. You are a snake, slithering in the cracks while waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."He
His to Consume Face Off With The She-Devil
Lena's POVDamien closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "You are driving straight into a downward spiral, Lena." His voice was low but firm. "And it is pathetic."I shot him a glare. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Look at you. Scurrying frantically to try and hold on to power, chasing shadows, and lashing out at everyone around you. This is not the Lena I know!""You don't know me," I shot back. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to fight for."Damien's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. "I know you've always been ruthless, but this? This is desperation, Lena. And desperation will make you sloppy."A flare of rage shot up through my chest. "If you're here to lecture me, skip it. I've had enough of your advice.""You need something," he said, his voice slicing into my defenses like a knife. "Because right now, Cassidy's winning. And if you don't stop acting like a cornered animal, she's going to run you out.
His to Consume A Little Misunderstanding
Lena's POV I hung up without another word, mind a million miles ahead of the present situation. This was going to be the start of a legal spate; I was determined to tell my story and remind them how I am the queen of this industry.I spun around toward my laptop, typed up an emergency statement that had to reach each and every national publication before daybreak: Good-naturedly offering recognition of the challenges, some non-essential regrets for "misunderstandings", and reaffirming my commitment to excellence. This was a standard maneuver, creating an impression that had worked in the past any number of times.But it felt wrong. Cassidy was not only trash talking me; she was actually shredding the very fabric of what I stood for. And deep inside, I knew this was no tale about her being hurt or displaced. It was a simple tale of revenge.Sitting paralyzed before the luminous screen, a thunderbolt hit me: Why shouldn’t I play for both sides? Why must I let Cassidy run this fight?No
His to Consume The Mess i Made
Lena's POV Opening the door to my office unceremoniously, there was the loud creak of the hinges shattering the fierce silence. Grant walked in, his usual authoritative self almost hazed with agitation. Clad in his immaculate tailor-suit as ever, the tautness of his jaw and the flickering unease in his eyes gave him away."What do you want, Grant?" I asked as irritation escaped my voice.He shut the door behind him and took slow, steady steps toward my desk. "I'm here to talk about the mess you made, Lena."Leaning back into the chair, I drummed my fingers against the armrest. "The mess I made?" My voice was bitter. "That's something to say coming from you."Grant's expression darkened. "Don't even go there. The tabloids are not exactly kind to you. The Graham family is furious, and now the investors are asking if you are even worth the risk."I sprang from my chair, the heels clacking sharply against the marble as I closed the distance between us. "Don't lecture me about risks, Gran
His to Consume A Snitch Within
Lena's POVMy heels clicked sharply against the cobblestones as I exited the sleek black car, approaching the glittering glass facade of my flagship store. It shimmered like a fortress of success, a tangible testament to everything I had built with my sweat, ambition, and many sleepless nights. But today, even its imposing beauty felt diminished, its big façade cracking only visible to me.I had a holiday from the unending chaos inside the Parisian resort, after my disastrous fashion show. It was a happy place, so peaceful between grittiness. I had sat beside tranquil waters and overdosed on luxury, but even there, a weight of failure pressed down on my chest. And it was an illusion; the calm turned to an ache, that as soon as the real world came in, cold and sharps always were waiting, like an old friend.My empire..the one I had built from scratch, brick by painstaking brick-was under attack, and I knew exactly who the enemy was.As I stepped inside, the same humming environment gre
