Alexander “Name your price for the land. Any price, name it, and it’ll be in your account immediately. If you value your life, you’ll agree.” The line beeped, the abrupt sound echoing in the silent office. I stared at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening as a cold wave of disbelief settled over me. She hung up. She actually hung up on me. She didn’t ask who I was. She didn’t ask what I wanted. She didn’t even pretend to consider my offer. She just hung up on me. I didn’t need to look up to see the expressions on Leo and Thomas’s faces—they were as stunned as I was. “What just happened?” Thomas finally blurted out, his voice hesitant, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. “Did she just hang up on you, sir?” I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. This morning, Thomas had finally managed to track down the phone number of the landowner. For some reason, he hadn’t been able to retrieve any personal details, it was just the number. No name, no h
Logan I checked my watch. Three o’clock. They still hadn’t arrived. Exhaling sharply, I ran a hand through my hair, frustration gnawing at me. I was nervous. The realization irritated me because I was never nervous. I was a proud man, and like most men, I wanted things to go my way. I had spent my whole life believing that the world was mine to mold, that I had control over everything in my grasp. Since I was young, I had always wanted wealth. To me, wealth wasn’t just about having money, it was everything. Wealth meant people bowing to you, bending to your every whim without question. It meant standing at the top, looking down at the world as if it were my personal chessboard. And I craved it. I wanted to control everything around me. I wanted to control her. It had been five years now. Five years since the thing I had once desired more than anything slipped through my fingers—before falling right back into my lap. Chloe. The woman who betrayed me. The woman who left me beca
Alexander I was the kind of man who lost interest in things that weren’t relevant. Sometimes, I did it on purpose. Other times, it just happened. My mind had a way of shutting out unimportant people and things before I even realized it. It was a subconscious filter, eliminating anything or anyone that wasn’t worth my time. And the moment I laid eyes on the average-looking man in front of me, my brain did exactly that. Shut him out. They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but let’s be honest, sometimes, you could. Some covers were just boring and unappealing. And this man? With his practiced smile, his weak handshake, and the way he carried himself like he desperately wanted to be acknowledged? I didn’t even need to read past the first page. My gaze shifted past him, landing on the woman standing behind him. I raised an eyebrow. What ugly eyes. I didn't mean it in the literal sense, some might have even found them pretty, but to me, they were unpleasant. Something
Logan Eight years ago My head pounded, my vision blurred, but I didn’t stop reading. I forced my eyes to focus on the text, trying to absorb the words, but the moment I read them, they slipped from my mind. At some point, the letters began to blur together, and it only made my headache worse. Tomorrow was my last exam, and if I failed, I’d lose my scholarship. Without the scholarship, I wouldn’t make it to the next semester. And if I didn’t make it to the next semester… I’d lose everything I had worked for. I’d be done. To make things worse, the subject was the one I hated the most. History. I mean, who on earth actually liked history? It was like being forced to gossip about dead people from centuries ago. My own life was already a mess, I didn’t have the time or energy to care about someone else’s from a hundred years back. I exhaled, flipping to the next page, forcing my brain to absorb the formulas in front of me. The prestigious school I attended didn’t care how hard I wor
Logan "Logan, if the boy’s family doesn’t forgive you, they’ll press charges. And you can say goodbye not only to your life at this school but to your entire future. Joshua’s parents have power with the authorities. They can ruin you. Why would you do something you are not supposed to do? Do you think you are something now that you go to this school? No, Logan you are still a poor orphan with nobody backing you up. You are nothing." The words echoed in my mind as I walked into the girls’ dormitory. Luckily, it was school hours. The hallways were empty. No one saw me slip inside. Not that I cared. None of it mattered right now. I knew she didn’t attend classes during exams. Chloe preferred to study alone, locked away in her room. I remembered her room number. It wasn’t hard to find. I turned the handle. It wasn’t locked. So I stepped inside. As expected from a school this prestigious, the dorm room was grand. It could easily fit seven people at once, yet she had it all to herself.
Logan Present time I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. Why? Why was I remembering this after all these years? I didn’t know why something I had long forgotten suddenly resurfaced. The moment the words left Alexander’s mouth, it was as if every feeling I had spent years burying came rushing at me. It made me uneasy. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t deny that Chloe had done a lot for me. She had cared for me. She had fought for me. Even though, in the end, she had admitted she never loved me, that it was all pity. That she had only stayed because I was a poor orphan who had no one. It was all a game to her. "Mr. White, are you daydreaming? How disappointing." Alexander indifferent voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. "It was just a simple question," he continued lazily. "You did say you were happily married, didn’t you? So it shouldn’t take you this long to respond." I lifted my gaze. Alexander sat in his chair like a god, completely at ease, as if he had a
Chloe I slid the picture across the glass counter, pushing it toward the woman. "Here, can you get something like this?" She leaned in, studying the picture closely. My heart pounded as I waited, silently praying for the answer I wanted. But then, she straightened and gave me a polite smile. "I'm sorry, ma’am, but we can’t make the exact same ring. This piece was customized by an expert. We don’t have the capacity to replicate it exactly. Maybe you should try another shop." I pressed my fingers to my temple, a headache forming. This was the fourth jewelry store that had told me the exact same thing. After leaving the cafe, I’d spent the entire day searching, going from one place to another, hoping someone could duplicate the wedding ring. But no one could. I swallowed hard. If I couldn’t replace it soon, someone in the house would notice—especially my mother-in-law. And if she found out… I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the counter. She wouldn’t only going to s
Chloe I handed the driver the fare, but he simply shook his head. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. You need it more than me," he said with a sympathetic smile before driving off. I stood there, blinking. Wait… what? What did he mean by that? Did he think I was broke? Well… okay, that was technically true, but I could still pay for my own damn ride. So why would he— I paused. Was this because I said I was picking something out for my husband’s mistress? I groaned, rubbing my temples. That was just a joke! I only said it because he was being nosy and making assumptions. But no, he just had to turn it into a pity party. As if I was some helpless, pitiful woman who couldn’t even afford a taxi ride. Unbelievable. Shaking my head, I shoved the money back into my purse and turned to face the department store. It was massive—just like every other King Department Store across the world. I’d never really been a fan of shopping for clothes. Not because I didn’t like them, but because… w
ChloeI struggled to catch my breath, my face flushing red. My body still tingled from the aftershocks of what had just happened.I looked down at him, my gaze hazy with lust. I had never felt this way before, like my body was no longer my own. The most surprising part was that we did it on the counter. The damn kitchen counter. Where people eat.This was reckless, insane, and completely different from what I was used to. Yet, my body still buzzed, and ached for more. I had never felt anything like this before.With Logan, sex had been… nothing. It felt like a chore, and a duty to fulfill. He had never gone down on me like this before. His hands were always cold, his touch mechanical. He never kissed me or made me feel good. And when he did take me, it was never about me, it was about his own pleasure. I had learned to lie still, take what little I was given, and pretend it was enough.But this man had touched me like I was something to be devoured, like he had been starving and I was
Alexander I watched her. I wanted to study her body. To learn every curve, every spot that made her shudder. I wanted to hear her moans when I pushed her past the edge, to feel the way her body clenched around me as she begged for more. I wanted to know how many times she could cum before she forgot her own name, and everything else. She would never run from me again. I would make sure that whenever she came, the only name on her lips was mine. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. She met my gaze, her pupils blown wide, hazy with need. I grabbed the fabric of her dress and dragged it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear before tossing it somewhere across the room. I took her in. White lace. It was simple and innocent, yet it nearly shattered my control the moment I saw it on her. She made me want to lose control. I hated it. But fuck, I wanted her. “Y-you—” she stammered. I pulled her flush against me. “You don’t remember my name, d
Chloe What was going on? No, seriously. What the hell was happening in front of me? Was I dreaming? Had I hit my head on the way here? Or had the horniness finally fried my brain cells beyond repair? Because this couldn’t be real. Why would he cook for me? Even Logan had never done that. Was he trying to impress me? Because if he was, well… it might just be working. I watched as he moved through the kitchen effortlessly, his sleeves rolled up as he reached for ingredients. The way his fingers gripped the knife, slicing through vegetables and onions easily was distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the veins that flexed with every movement of his forearms. Was it normal for a man to look this hot while cooking? Honestly, at this point, I had no idea if I wanted the food or the man. And even though my stomach was protesting against my judgment, every fiber of my body agreed that the man would be better. I wanted to push everything off the counter and pounce on him, and—
Chloe I am fucking horny. No, worse than that. I am aching, throbbing, and shamelessly horny. The kind of horny that makes your thighs clench together for even the tiniest bit of friction. The kind that leaves your panties soaked, your skin flushed, your breath coming out in these tiny, pathetic gasps. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? This fucking man knows it. Oh, he knows. And he’s enjoying every damn second of it. I don’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he’s been teasing me this entire car ride, knowing I’m losing my mind, or the fact that I like it. I barely remember getting into the car. Didn’t care to ask why his supposed sugar mommy had given him a luxury ride with a private driver. Didn’t give a fuck about anything except the growing ache between my legs. His fingers drag slow circles along the inside of my thigh, never going where I need him to. Every time I shift, silently begging for more, he pulls away, only to do it again. I grip his wri
Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co
Chloe “Six minutes.” I muttered to myself. The time was driving me insane. I had never wanted time to slow down so badly in my life. How was I supposed to do this? I wasn’t seductive. I wasn’t the type of woman who made men lose control. I was a housewife, a woman who had spent years being ignored, dismissed. The last time I had tried to seduce Logan, he had laughed, insulted me, and then fucked Amelia in the next room just to make sure I heard it. That night had destroyed any illusion I had about myself. If I couldn’t seduce a man like Logan, what made me think I could seduce him? A deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there?” he mused, lounging back in his chair like a king waiting to be entertained. “Is it so hard for you to seduce me?” I looked up, meeting his gaze. He was already watching me. He knew I was struggling. And he was enjoying every second of it. Was this some kind of revenge for last time? For how I had thrown myself at him i
Chloe I widened my eyes at his statement. He knew. Of course, he knew. He must have seen the ring. That wasn’t the issue, I was going to tell him after all. Explain everything before jumping into anything with this man. I had always thought Logan and my father were the most calculating bastards in the world, people I had to tiptoe around, careful not to slip up. Careful not to let them find out what I did or who I spent my time with. But this man...it was as if he had pried open my head, taken my brain into his hands, and decided to read every single thought in it. He knew how to corner me into a wall…. literally. No—that shouldn’t even be my concern. The real problem was how my body was reacting right now. His words shouldn’t have sent a shiver down my spine. The heat curling low in my stomach had no right to exist at this moment. But it did. And the worst part? The part I didn’t want to admit? It wasn’t just the attraction—it was the idea that he knew I was married that turn
Alexander "Alexander, you’re fucking insane. No, really. How the hell do you even think of these things? It’s like you’re five steps ahead of reality, and then—bam, it actually happens. You’ve got the devil’s mind, I swear." That was Leo’s dramatic outburst before finally getting to the point earlier. I’d heard variations of it so many times before— from my father, from my brother, from just about anyone who had the misfortune of witnessing how my mind worked. "Alexander King, you’re dangerous. A man like you shouldn’t exist." But I never saw it that way. To me, it was just common sense. Observe a situation, assess every possible outcome, and then choose the one that benefits you the most. It wasn’t difficult. People were predictable—especially men who thought they were smarter than they actually were. And from the moment I saw that fool sitting across from me in the office earlier, I knew. There were countless ways this could work in my favor. So many ways Logan White c
Chloe “Touch what’s mine, and I’ll personally send you to hell.” His words sent a sudden heat between my legs. What the hell? I had no idea my body could react like this from just a few words. Or maybe it wasn’t just the words. Maybe it was the way he towered behind me like a personal bodyguard, ready to cut down anyone who touched me. Maybe it was the way his hand gripped my waist in a possessive way, maybe it was the way he growled those words so close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Anytime I was near this man, my sex drive just shot up. What kind of ridiculous sex appeal was this? It wasn’t normal. “You fucking bastard!!” Otis’ furious voice snapped me out of my daze. He jerked his head up to glare at the man behind me, only for his entire face to drain of color. He looked like he’d just seen the devil. "So confident before. Cat got your tongue now?" “I…. I—” Confusion flickered through me. That reaction was strange. And not just that—the whol