He’s back! Should we be happy or sad. I don’t know ٩◔̯◔۶ But just know things are going to get very intense!
Lennox… He’s here. The monster has finally returned!I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room. “I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage. His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door.The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door. He slides the door open with a force that has me jerking upright. The sound of the door slamming against its track as jarring as a gunshot, ricochets through the room and straight into my chest. And there he is, Lennox Zephyr, My husband.His dark eyes fix on me—deadly and angry. His towering frame fills the doorway, broad shoulders encased in a flawlessly tailored black suit that clings to his insanely built muscles.“What are you doing here?” he asks with a quiet menace that sends chil
(3rd POV ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)Ryan’s eyes are fixed on Hazel the whole time, his concern deepening with each passing moment. They’re all seated at the long, rectangular dining table—the supposed Zephyr family. Lennox is seated at the head of the table and by his right is Hazel, detached from what’s going on around her. By his left is Melody, little and cute, smiling brightly as if she understands what the adults are talking about. Beside Melody is her older half-brother, Ryan, his full attention focused on Hazel. And sitting next to Hazel is Selene, forcefully laughing for validation from Lennox. Finally, there's Rafa, occupying the seat beside Selene.They’re all at the table for mere breakfast, just for the warm welcome of Lennox. If not, you’d never see them seated together like this in the morning.Despite Lennox dominating the conversation, casually recounting cruel tales and jokes of violence—how his men killed, kidnapped, tortured, and manipulated their way to victory over the rival ma
I walk down the grand stairs of Lennox’s mansion in a classy deep purple dress. The fabric clings to my body perfectly, smooth and luxurious. The halter neckline that wraps snugly around my neck, with a draped piece of fabric flowing over my shoulder down to my knee, adding a majestic touch. My hair is styled up in a casual bun, stray tendrils framing my face, while the soft makeup accentuates my features with perfection. Aldo, my bodyguard, helps me down the stairs while Lennox stands at the very end. I have been avoiding him all day. I’m glad he wasn’t not in the mood to have lunch together. But as the clock struck 6 p.m, my door burst open, and Madam Adora stormed in, tablet in hand, flanked by two familiar faces—a fashion designer and a makeup artist I instantly recognized as the ones that styled me for Ryan’s prom.Without explanation, she thrust the tablet at me, her sharp voice cutting through my confusion. “Memorize these names. Important people will be attending the
“No! Mom! Dad! Please,” I cry, staring at my parents, as I struggle with two huge men aggressively dragging me out of my house. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t just sell me off like this!”Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my life would turn out this way.I have dreams and goals I look forward to, and I’m happy with whatever life has in store for me. But that doesn’t include being hauled away by several men, and forced into marriage with a mafia boss. The day starts like any other—actually, better than most.I’ve just wrapped up my third year in college, now in a taxi heading home for summer break. Today is better than most days not because I’m going home but because I get to see my younger brother, Andrew again. He’s the one I care for the most.Better than most days ‘cause I don't have to stuff my face in textbooks. My college life is stressful and hectic– normally it shouldn't be, but because I have to work twice as hard as top students to maintain my full-time schola
“Wife?”I must not be hearing correctly, because did I just hear this creepy man, who looks more than twice my age, call me his wife?This isn’t real; this must be some kind of joke. Yes, a prank! Because I will never believe this; I will not accept it.My head instantly snaps in my parents’ direction, searching their faces for any sign of protest, some kind of denial, but all I see is guilt and resignation etched deep in their expressions. My mother avoids eye contact, her hands clutched tightly in her lap, while my father stares blankly ahead.“Mom, Dad, this must be a joke, right?” I ask, hoping they tell me, yes, and this is just some extreme welcome-back party.“It is not, Hazel,” my dad answers curtly, making my eyes widen more than they already are.“Wha… what do you mean?” I ask, my lips trembling, my voice breaking. “What do you mean it’s not, Dad? Who is this man, and why is he calling me his virgin—” I yell.“He is Lennox Zephyr, and you will be getting married to him, Haze
They shove me into one of the luxury vans and My eyes widen, caught off guard by the design I had only seen on TV. Instead of the usual rows of seats all facing forward, two plush seats face each other.They force me down into one of the chairs, carefully binding my wrists. Across from me, the brute man settles in, his men occupying the other seats.“Don’t worry, Hazel darling,” he says, His eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. “Your life from now on will be filled with so much enjoyment and luxury. You’ll be crowned the queen of an empire. Just make sure to obey me, and everything you desire will be yours.”"I don't want anything from you but for you to let me go!" I snap.His smirk deepens. “And if I do, where will you go? Back to that family that sold you? The ones who will hand you over to another organization the moment they’re in debt again? You don’t understand the situation you’re in, Hazel. You have nowhere to go, no one to run to—except me.”I hiss, biting back the angry
“It’s time to begin the second part of your day.” Adora's voice greets me from behind. Almost immediately after the extremely attractive man walks out of my sight.I turn on my heel to face her, my brows raised, “Second part?”She nods “Our tour is over. It’s time to check, then clean you up.”“Check?… Clean?”Before I can question further, they whisk me away to another room with a doctor in it. I lie nervously on the hospital bed in a loose-fitting hospital gown. Watching as a woman in a white coat approaches me, her hands encased in gloves.“To make this experience less hateful," she says in a flat tone, "I plead with you to simply follow my instructions.”I stare at her, speechless.Her eyes remain emotionless. “Open your legs wide for me.”My body freezes, and my heart slams against my ribs. “What? Why? What do you want to do?”“A hymen examination.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My chest tightens, as my hands grip the sides of the bed. So this is what the check-up is
My mind fills with thoughts as my hair and makeup get done.My body is here, but my mind isn’t, it’s trapped back in that suffocating room where I signed away my freedom and my future, just to protect Andrew.Now i will never be able to escape, because if I try, Andrew’s life will be taken.Kill my dad for all I care, but not Andrew, he’s the one I will do anything to protect.Mr. Zephyr has won.When they finish with my hair, makeup and get me dressed. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, not even recognizing myself. I have never seen myself this beautiful.My tousled light brown hair is styled in elegant French curls, and my makeup is light, enhancing my features. My lashes are darker, longer and thicker, framing my light brown eyes perfectly, nails are perfectly polished. All these are things I never had the luxury to care about.My entire life, I’ve never had enough time or money to care about myself.I was always doing chores in my house, studying, crocheting, or searching for
I walk down the grand stairs of Lennox’s mansion in a classy deep purple dress. The fabric clings to my body perfectly, smooth and luxurious. The halter neckline that wraps snugly around my neck, with a draped piece of fabric flowing over my shoulder down to my knee, adding a majestic touch. My hair is styled up in a casual bun, stray tendrils framing my face, while the soft makeup accentuates my features with perfection. Aldo, my bodyguard, helps me down the stairs while Lennox stands at the very end. I have been avoiding him all day. I’m glad he wasn’t not in the mood to have lunch together. But as the clock struck 6 p.m, my door burst open, and Madam Adora stormed in, tablet in hand, flanked by two familiar faces—a fashion designer and a makeup artist I instantly recognized as the ones that styled me for Ryan’s prom.Without explanation, she thrust the tablet at me, her sharp voice cutting through my confusion. “Memorize these names. Important people will be attending the
(3rd POV ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)Ryan’s eyes are fixed on Hazel the whole time, his concern deepening with each passing moment. They’re all seated at the long, rectangular dining table—the supposed Zephyr family. Lennox is seated at the head of the table and by his right is Hazel, detached from what’s going on around her. By his left is Melody, little and cute, smiling brightly as if she understands what the adults are talking about. Beside Melody is her older half-brother, Ryan, his full attention focused on Hazel. And sitting next to Hazel is Selene, forcefully laughing for validation from Lennox. Finally, there's Rafa, occupying the seat beside Selene.They’re all at the table for mere breakfast, just for the warm welcome of Lennox. If not, you’d never see them seated together like this in the morning.Despite Lennox dominating the conversation, casually recounting cruel tales and jokes of violence—how his men killed, kidnapped, tortured, and manipulated their way to victory over the rival ma
Lennox… He’s here. The monster has finally returned!I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room. “I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage. His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door.The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door. He slides the door open with a force that has me jerking upright. The sound of the door slamming against its track as jarring as a gunshot, ricochets through the room and straight into my chest. And there he is, Lennox Zephyr, My husband.His dark eyes fix on me—deadly and angry. His towering frame fills the doorway, broad shoulders encased in a flawlessly tailored black suit that clings to his insanely built muscles.“What are you doing here?” he asks with a quiet menace that sends chil
My body feels weightless and comfortable, as I drift out of a deep sleep. The first thing I notice is the warmth—one I’m not so familiar with—surrounding my body, like a protective shield.My head rests against something hard, yet oddly comfortable, a faint, steady rhythm beating beneath my ear.Reality finally snaps me awake and my eyes fly open, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains casts a golden glow over the bare chest next to me.Ryan!Flashes of last night instantly floods my mind.Oh my gosh! I never went back to my room after we had sex! Fuck! We both fell asleep!!My eyes dart back to him, and my heart melts. He’s still deep in a peaceful slumber, his dark long lashes resting subtly against his skin framing his closed eyes. His tousled brunette hair, falling across his forehead, each strand curling at its end towards directions.Despite the panic swirling inside me, I can’t deny the comfort of this moment— the way one of his arm is resting lightly on my waist, the
“Then let’s not fight it,” Ryan says, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper, as he gazes at me, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire.“Okay,” I breathe, nodding as I try to steady the rapid rise and fall of my chestHis firm grip that’s on my waist presses me forward, guiding me close to his face as if he can’t bear the distance between us. He wastes no time, grinding his soft lips against mine, kissing me hungrily, swallowing every soft moan and shallow pant I give, his soft lips moving with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, I barely notice the covers on top of him and beneath me slipping further and further down as he presses it down with his legs until it’s completely gone. “Mmh,” I moan into his mouth as I feel his bulge more—hard between my thighs, making my naked pussy throb with the need for pleasure.The thin layers of fabric are the only thing preventing our bodies from touching skin to skin—My silk nightgown that clings to me, whispering against
It’s Saturday late in the night, far too late to still be awake. Yet Hazel lies wide-eyed, body rigid and shivering cold, even under the thick duvet. The coldness—it’s in her bones, seeping into every muscle, making her feel limp and extremely uncomfortable despite the softness of the mattress. It’s not like the weather is cold or anything…. the thought that’s lingering in her mind is.‘Tomorrow. Lennox will be here. Tomorrow.’She can’t believe it. She refuses to believe the thought pounding relentlessly in her mind. And what worries her even more is the fact that she doesn’t know the exact time he’ll be here: Morning? Afternoon? Evening? It’s all too much. Suddenly, she bolts upright, her gaze shifting to the alarm clock on the bedside drawer; 11:50 PM.10 minutes to midnight and she still can’t sleep. Hazel’s legs instinctively swing off the bed, and she finds herself pacing around her room for a few minutes, trying to stop herself from seeking that one presence that comfor
RYAN’S POVAnger surges through me like wildfire as Rafa grabs Hazel’s hand roughly. My eyes darken with anger.“Get your hands off her!” I shout sharply, shoving his hand away from her. I instinctively pull Hazel back, closer behind me and step forward to face Rafa. But he laughs—a low, mocking chuckle that sets my nerves on edge. “What’s going on between you two, Ryan?” he asks, raising a brow. I freeze in response, momentarily shocked. Panic seizes my breathing for a fleeting second as his question catches me off guard, but I quickly compose myself, hardening my expression.“Nothing,” I snap curtly, my tone leaving no room for doubt. I can’t afford to slip— not even a second of guilt or uneasiness— if not, we’re done for. Rafa’s too perceptive and catches on to things very quickly. The smallest crack in my façade will give him the confirmation he needs. Turning to Hazel, I drop my hand from her arm. “Hazel, leave,” I order firmly, my tone soft but filled with urgency. K
Two days later, it’s Ryan’s graduation day. At first, I hesitated to go, worried his friends might recognize me. But when I hear Selene is coming along with Melody, I decide to go, Allowing Selene to play the stepmother role while I continue as the college girlfriend. Fortunately, it all goes smoothly. I’m just glad I was able to be there for Ryan on his special day. That night, he heads out to another party and the following day, we hardly get a chance to be alone. The house seems to be bustling with more staff preparing for Zephyr’s arrival, leaving us with only stolen moments and fleeting kisses. On Friday afternoon, I sit alone in my room on my bed watching a series I’m not too interested in when an idea suddenly strikes me like lightning, making me feel foolish for not thinking of it sooner. I leap off the bed and rush out, heading straight for Ryan’s room. When I reach his door, thankfully, he’s there. He opens it almost immediately. Our eyes lock, but mine later fli
“That was the first fucking fantasy I had about you,” Ryan says, his voice thick with amusement as he rises from my body. He shifts beside me, turning over to lie back on the bed with an effortless confidence, while I sit up, my pulse racing. “You’ve clearly never done it before?” he asks, his tone teasing yet curious. I nod slowly, heat rising to my cheeks. “Yes… but… I can learn.” He smirks, the glint in his eyes turning mischievous. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “At least I’m experienced in that part.” His hands find my waist, steadying me as he shifts closer to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees,” he says softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ll teach you.” Swallowing hard, I climb off the bed and lower myself, my knees dropping onto the cold tiles. I move forward settling between his parted legs. My gaze drops to the growing bulge at the crotch of his uniform trousers. It’s only getting harder and harder, the fabric straining against him, making my breath hitch. ‘C