Kathrine sighed deeply, turning away from Ezekiel before facing him again. "You’re wrong," she said, her voice laced with tension.Ezekiel leaned forward slightly, his tone unwavering. "Kathrine, I have all the proof. Now think carefully about your next move. But I’d advise you to tread lightly if you’re thinking about interfering with Isabella and me."Kathrine arched a brow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Are you trying to strike a deal with me?"Ezekiel pressed his lips into a firm line. "If that’s how you want to see it, then yes."Kathrine let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer to him. "Wow. My ex-boyfriend—who slept with me—now wants to stay with my daughter? Do you even hear how disgusting that sounds?"Ezekiel exhaled, steadying himself. "I can’t change what’s already happened, Kathrine. I know this situation is awkward and wrong in so many ways, but it wasn’t planned. It just happened. I’m asking you to try to understand."Kathrine stepped forward, her movements sl
When the cab stopped in front of the mansion, my heart raced. I immediately noticed Ezekiel’s car driving out, with Mom sitting inside the car. Without hesitation, I got out of the cab and hurried toward the mansion.As I stepped inside, my breath caught. The room was a mess—furniture overturned, shattered glass everywhere. My gaze fell on a smear of blood on the floor, my chest tightening in worry.Then, I saw him."Ezekiel!" I called out, my voice trembling.Ezekiel turned, his expression softening the moment he saw me. "Isabella!" he exclaimed, surprise and relief evident in his voice.I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly, grounding me in his warmth."I left everything," I whispered to him. "I came back for you, Ezekiel."He cupped my face, his eyes searching mine. "I told everything to Kathrine. I don’t think she’ll do anything now."I nodded, glancing around the wreckage. "I can see that. But what’s this blood?" My gaze dropped to the red stains on
I pulled off my shirt and stepped into the water, the cool waves lapping against my skin. Isabella smiled at me, a teasing glint in her eyes, as she trailed her hands from her neck down to her bosom. I let out a soft sigh, unable to look away.She was breathtaking.I moved closer, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She chuckled softly, her laughter like a sweet melody, and draped her hands around my neck.Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips met mine with the same urgency, the same fire, and I held her tightly, savoring every second. As the kiss deepened, I moved to her neck, planting soft kisses that drew a shiver from her. Then, I paused, pulling back to meet her gaze.She cupped my cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you always stop?”I touched her hand and held her gaze, my voice low. “Because I yearn to see your reaction... to hear your sweet moans.”“The way you flaunt your beauty, the way you respond—it’s into
"Now?" Isabella asked, her voice laced with both excitement and anticipation.I traced my palms along the curve of her waist, moving slowly up to her arms. Meeting her gaze, I murmured, "Now, I’ll see just how submissive you really are."With that, I gently grabbed her wrists and secured the handcuffs.Isabella chuckled softly, her confidence unshaken.I guided her to the edge of the bed, pushing her lightly so she sat perched on the edge. As I began inspecting the tools laid out before me, her voice broke the silence. "You won’t be too hard on me, will you?" she teased, her tone playful but curious.I smiled at her, my fingers brushing over the tools. Without looking up, I said, "That depends on what I decide to use first."I finally settled on the leather paddle, gripping it firmly as I turned to her. Isabella raised her cuffed hands slightly, a smirk tugging at her lips.I stepped closer, running the smooth paddle over her shoulder, letting it glide down her exposed skin to her lef
I rose slightly and picked up the clamps, letting them dangle for a moment. Isabella’s gaze locked onto mine, her lips slightly parted, her breath shallow.But instead of using them, I tossed them aside with a smirk. “My teeth will do just fine,” I murmured.Leaning down, I held her left bud in my mouth, biting just hard enough to send a jolt of sensation through her body.“Ezekiel...” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.While my mouth worked on one bud, my fingers pinched and teased the other. Her body arched beneath me, her movements a testament to the pleasure coursing through her.The lingering cold from earlier, combined with the heat of my bites, created an intoxicating mix of sensations for her.Isabella’s POVI never imagined this. The way he touched me, bit me, and played with me—it felt like he was pouring every ounce of his desire into me. His bites sent shivers through my entire body, making me tremble under his control.It wasn’t just the physical pleasure; it
"What?" My voice trembled with shock.I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mind refused to process it."Ezekiel!" I turned to him, my heart pounding. "What are you saying?"Ezekiel stepped closer, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. His grip was warm, steady—but the look in his eyes sent a chill through me."Isabella, listen," he said gently.He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, but I remained frozen. My thoughts were a mess. This couldn't be real."What happened? Is she okay?" My voice cracked as I forced the words out.Ezekiel hesitated, his silence making my stomach twist. I searched his face for an answer."Ezekiel!" I called his name again, my hands gripping his arms.Before he could speak, the officer stepped forward, his expression grave. "Ms. Isabella," he said cautiously, "your mother, Mrs. Katherine, had an accident last night. Her car went off the bridge."I felt my breath hitch. My body went cold."What do you mean?" My voice was barely above a whi
Ezekiel arched his brow and answered calmly, "Mr. Robert, if there was something wrong with her car, how exactly am I involved?"Dad’s jaw tightened, his voice sharp. "Mr. Ezekiel, you have plenty of reasons to do it.""Dad, please..." I interrupted, my voice shaking. I couldn't take it anymore.I understood what my father was implying—he was accusing Ezekiel of being involved in Mom’s accident."Dad, I know you have grudges against him, but that doesn’t mean you can just put the blame on him," I said, my frustration spilling out.Dad cursed under his breath, his voice rising. "Damn it, Isabella! Are you out of your mind? Can't you see what’s happening?"He took a step closer, his eyes burning with anger. "Or are you so blind to everything?""Dad, stop it..." I snapped, my tone laced with annoyance.The tension in the room was suffocating.Ezekiel, however, remained composed. He looked at the officer and asked, "What exactly do you want to interrogate me about?"The officer let out a
Isabella's POV.Ezekiel and I came back to the mansion after having a blast at the beach party. I had taken one shot of wine, just enough to feel a little tipsy, while Ezekiel had refrained since he was driving. We both plopped down on the sofa, the room bathed in a soft, dim glow that matched the quiet atmosphere.I took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Then I turned to Ezekiel and asked, "Are you sleepy?"He shook his head and asked back, "Do you want to sleep?"I smiled faintly and shook my head. "No, not yet."I had a playful idea in mind. The wine had loosened me up just enough. "Let’s play something," I suggested, a mischievous glint in my eyes."Now?" Ezekiel asked, surprised but intrigued.I nodded, sitting on the ground in front of the table while he remained on the couch. "It's simple," I explained. "Let's play truth or dare."He didn’t hesitate, agreeing with a slight chuckle. He grabbed a small bottle from the nearby table and placed it in the middle.
Ezekiel arched his brow and answered calmly, "Mr. Robert, if there was something wrong with her car, how exactly am I involved?"Dad’s jaw tightened, his voice sharp. "Mr. Ezekiel, you have plenty of reasons to do it.""Dad, please..." I interrupted, my voice shaking. I couldn't take it anymore.I understood what my father was implying—he was accusing Ezekiel of being involved in Mom’s accident."Dad, I know you have grudges against him, but that doesn’t mean you can just put the blame on him," I said, my frustration spilling out.Dad cursed under his breath, his voice rising. "Damn it, Isabella! Are you out of your mind? Can't you see what’s happening?"He took a step closer, his eyes burning with anger. "Or are you so blind to everything?""Dad, stop it..." I snapped, my tone laced with annoyance.The tension in the room was suffocating.Ezekiel, however, remained composed. He looked at the officer and asked, "What exactly do you want to interrogate me about?"The officer let out a
"What?" My voice trembled with shock.I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mind refused to process it."Ezekiel!" I turned to him, my heart pounding. "What are you saying?"Ezekiel stepped closer, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. His grip was warm, steady—but the look in his eyes sent a chill through me."Isabella, listen," he said gently.He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, but I remained frozen. My thoughts were a mess. This couldn't be real."What happened? Is she okay?" My voice cracked as I forced the words out.Ezekiel hesitated, his silence making my stomach twist. I searched his face for an answer."Ezekiel!" I called his name again, my hands gripping his arms.Before he could speak, the officer stepped forward, his expression grave. "Ms. Isabella," he said cautiously, "your mother, Mrs. Katherine, had an accident last night. Her car went off the bridge."I felt my breath hitch. My body went cold."What do you mean?" My voice was barely above a whi
I rose slightly and picked up the clamps, letting them dangle for a moment. Isabella’s gaze locked onto mine, her lips slightly parted, her breath shallow.But instead of using them, I tossed them aside with a smirk. “My teeth will do just fine,” I murmured.Leaning down, I held her left bud in my mouth, biting just hard enough to send a jolt of sensation through her body.“Ezekiel...” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.While my mouth worked on one bud, my fingers pinched and teased the other. Her body arched beneath me, her movements a testament to the pleasure coursing through her.The lingering cold from earlier, combined with the heat of my bites, created an intoxicating mix of sensations for her.Isabella’s POVI never imagined this. The way he touched me, bit me, and played with me—it felt like he was pouring every ounce of his desire into me. His bites sent shivers through my entire body, making me tremble under his control.It wasn’t just the physical pleasure; it
"Now?" Isabella asked, her voice laced with both excitement and anticipation.I traced my palms along the curve of her waist, moving slowly up to her arms. Meeting her gaze, I murmured, "Now, I’ll see just how submissive you really are."With that, I gently grabbed her wrists and secured the handcuffs.Isabella chuckled softly, her confidence unshaken.I guided her to the edge of the bed, pushing her lightly so she sat perched on the edge. As I began inspecting the tools laid out before me, her voice broke the silence. "You won’t be too hard on me, will you?" she teased, her tone playful but curious.I smiled at her, my fingers brushing over the tools. Without looking up, I said, "That depends on what I decide to use first."I finally settled on the leather paddle, gripping it firmly as I turned to her. Isabella raised her cuffed hands slightly, a smirk tugging at her lips.I stepped closer, running the smooth paddle over her shoulder, letting it glide down her exposed skin to her lef
I pulled off my shirt and stepped into the water, the cool waves lapping against my skin. Isabella smiled at me, a teasing glint in her eyes, as she trailed her hands from her neck down to her bosom. I let out a soft sigh, unable to look away.She was breathtaking.I moved closer, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She chuckled softly, her laughter like a sweet melody, and draped her hands around my neck.Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips met mine with the same urgency, the same fire, and I held her tightly, savoring every second. As the kiss deepened, I moved to her neck, planting soft kisses that drew a shiver from her. Then, I paused, pulling back to meet her gaze.She cupped my cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you always stop?”I touched her hand and held her gaze, my voice low. “Because I yearn to see your reaction... to hear your sweet moans.”“The way you flaunt your beauty, the way you respond—it’s into
When the cab stopped in front of the mansion, my heart raced. I immediately noticed Ezekiel’s car driving out, with Mom sitting inside the car. Without hesitation, I got out of the cab and hurried toward the mansion.As I stepped inside, my breath caught. The room was a mess—furniture overturned, shattered glass everywhere. My gaze fell on a smear of blood on the floor, my chest tightening in worry.Then, I saw him."Ezekiel!" I called out, my voice trembling.Ezekiel turned, his expression softening the moment he saw me. "Isabella!" he exclaimed, surprise and relief evident in his voice.I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly, grounding me in his warmth."I left everything," I whispered to him. "I came back for you, Ezekiel."He cupped my face, his eyes searching mine. "I told everything to Kathrine. I don’t think she’ll do anything now."I nodded, glancing around the wreckage. "I can see that. But what’s this blood?" My gaze dropped to the red stains on
Kathrine sighed deeply, turning away from Ezekiel before facing him again. "You’re wrong," she said, her voice laced with tension.Ezekiel leaned forward slightly, his tone unwavering. "Kathrine, I have all the proof. Now think carefully about your next move. But I’d advise you to tread lightly if you’re thinking about interfering with Isabella and me."Kathrine arched a brow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Are you trying to strike a deal with me?"Ezekiel pressed his lips into a firm line. "If that’s how you want to see it, then yes."Kathrine let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer to him. "Wow. My ex-boyfriend—who slept with me—now wants to stay with my daughter? Do you even hear how disgusting that sounds?"Ezekiel exhaled, steadying himself. "I can’t change what’s already happened, Kathrine. I know this situation is awkward and wrong in so many ways, but it wasn’t planned. It just happened. I’m asking you to try to understand."Kathrine stepped forward, her movements sl
Kathrine was in the middle of a conversation with a client, her tone poised and professional. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and smiled politely at the client. "Excuse me for a moment," she said.The client nodded in understanding.Answering the call, Kathrine’s expression shifted slightly. "Yes, Robert," she said smoothly.But as Robert’s loud, angry voice echoed through the line, Kathrine’s composure began to falter. He was ranting, saying everything she already knew. Her face darkened as she listened.Still holding the phone to her ear, she covered the receiver with her hand and turned back to the client. "Would you mind if I called you later? Something urgent has come up."The client nodded, rising from his chair. "Of course. Let me know when you’re available."Kathrine offered a tight smile and watched him leave before refocusing on the call."What are you saying?" she asked, pretending to sound confused. Her tone was calm, but her brow twitched with irrita
Dad arched his brows, his anger bubbling over as he suddenly lunged toward Ezekiel, grabbing his collar. Shocked, I froze for a moment before rushing forward."Dad!" I cried out, gripping his hand, trying to loosen his hold. "Dad, what are you doing?""Mr. Robert, please calm down," Ezekiel said firmly, his tone controlled, though his gaze darkened.But Dad wasn’t listening. With a furious shove, he pushed Ezekiel back and roared, "Did you sleep with my daughter too?""Mr. Robert, release your hand," Ezekiel said again, his voice steady but stern.Dad ignored him and shoved him again, his fury unwavering."Dad, please!" I pleaded, trembling as I stepped between them. "Listen to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong!"Dad turned to me, his face contorted with rage. "He hasn’t done anything wrong? Are you defending him?"Before I could respond, his hand shot out, slapping me hard across the face. The impact sent me stumbling, and I grabbed the sofa for support, my cheek stinging with pain.