BryanThe evening air was crisp as I stood on the balcony, my hands gripping the cold metal railing.My eyes, cold and distant, stared out into nothingness. Yet my mind was racing.Logan Norwich. That bastard was being unreasonable.I never asked for the attention I got from women back in school.They flocked around me like bees to honey, and honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to push them away.They were there—willing, eager, persistent to have me shove my dick into their damn holes.Who would turn down something offered on a silver platter? Did I ever request it from them? Did I ever call?Of course not! They were the one’s wanting me.If Logan’s girlfriend had truly loved him, she wouldn’t have come chasing after me so desperately.She’s definitely not worth stressing over.A sharp knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Lord Bryan,” Philip’s deep voice sounded from behind me. “Doctor Jason wishes to see you.”I didn’t turn around immediately. My eyes remained fixed on the horizon.“Send
PhilipI stepped inside her room to find her fully awake and seated on the bed, her eyes locked on my every movement.The air felt thick, filled with the tension she radiated as she instinctively shrank back against the bed, trying to create distance.“Hey, I’m not here to hurt you, okay? How’s your back? I hope it’s better?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended, but she didn’t respond, just swallowed hard, her eyes filled with silent tension.“Hey!” I called gently, and she scoffed loudly, an emotion I couldn’t quite place flashing through her eyes.“Why do you care?” she shot back.“Why are you acting as though you weren’t there when that monster did this to me?”Her words hit me, sharp and direct. My chest tightened. It was a sting I didn’t expect.“I do care,” I said quietly, trying to keep my tone steady.“I just can’t go against Lord Bryan. I did treat you, and I even had to call Dr. Jason to come clean up your wounds.” I spoke the words before I could think them th
LiviaZoe’s driver pulled up in front of Bryan’s mansion, and I stepped out, carrying my small portable travel bag.I waved at Zoe, but she turned away, her expression cold. She ordered her driver to drive off without a second glance.I knew she wasn’t happy about what I was doing, but I couldn’t help it. I was so addicted to Bryan, and the thought of being without him had been unbearable.How had I survived in Mexico without him? It was hell. Especially when he kept refusing to take any of my calls.That guy is just so good at frustrating the hell out of me— But I’m not giving up on him anytime soon.I rang the bell, and soon enough, one of the massive guards opened the door. Sammy, to be precise.“Welcome, Ma’am Livia,” he greeted, stepping aside to let me in.(Unbeknownst to them, someone stood behind a large tree a little distance away, watching them intently.)I walked toward the main entrance, and just as I stepped inside, a maid collided with me, spilling juice all ove
PhillipI stood outside her room, pacing back and forth, unable to calm my nerves.‘Should I go in? Should I not?’ The decision weighed on me like a heavy burden.Every minute that passed felt like an eternity.I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The way Lord Bryan had stepped out of her room earlier… It didn’t sit right with me.I had seen Mia earlier, and she seemed so fragile, so vulnerable.She needed someone to look after her, someone to protect her. But could I, a mere servant, really do anything?No, I couldn’t.But still, something inside me tugged at my conscience. She was so young, not needed in this world of luxury and manipulation.Lord Bryan… I couldn’t even begin to understand what he was thinking.After what seemed like an eternity of deliberation, I finally made my decision. I had to make sure Mia was okay. I had to see for myself.Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door handle.mWithout knocking, I turned it slowly, hesitating just a moment
Bryan paced around the room, his footsteps sharp and restless against the marble floor.His fingers clenched his phone tightly as he repeatedly dialed Lincoln’s number, only to be met with silence once again.“Damn it!” he cursed, his voice laced with frustration as he ended the call.“Take it easy, Bryan,” Livia’s soft voice floated from behind him.She had a towel tightly wrapped around her body, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders as she strolled into the bathroom.“I’m sure they will be here soon,” she added, her tone soothing but holding an edge of impatience.Bryan’s jaw clenched. “I asked those morons to return to L.A. the other day just to avoid these delays,” he muttered, his eyes dark with irritation.“But they refused. And now, we’ve got just two hours left, and my manager won’t stop blowing up my phone with calls.” His lips curled in disdain as the device vibrated once again with another incoming call.“Why doesn’t he call them instead of pestering me?”A sharp knoc
The limousine moved smoothly through the city streets, carrying Bryan, Livia, Lincoln, and Raymond to the concert venue.Livia, seated beside Bryan, gave a cheerful wave. “Hi, Lincoln. Hi, Raymond,” she greeted with a bright smile.“Hey, Livia,” Lincoln responded warmly, his usual friendly demeanor intact.Raymond, however, remained cold and distant, his eyes focused only on Bryan.“Bryan,” he greeted curtly, ignoring Livia entirely.Livia’s smile dropped.Tch! Arrogant fool, she thought, turning away.It irked her that Raymond still clung to the past and couldn’t let go of whatever grudge he held against her.Lincoln, sensing the tension, broke the silence.“Sorry we arrived late, man. Our flight was delayed, which threw off our timing,” he apologized to Bryan.Bryan, true to his nature, simply stared out the window without a word of acknowledgment, his expression cold and unreadable.Livia studied his face and felt her heart flutter. He was breathtaking.Clad in a white rivet hare
Logan stood among the wild crowd, his jaw clenched as the deafening cheers for Bryms Vibe Crew filled the hall.His eyes burned with envy as he trailed Bryan’s retreating figure offstage. A bitter scowl marred his face.“Why’s everyone applauding him? He’s not worth it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with venom.Every little thing about Bryan irritated him—the fame, the attention, the power.His fists tightened as he watched the crowd—a mass of screaming girls losing their minds, clawing at each other for a mere piece of Bryan’s vest.“Are they that obsessed with him?” he scoffed.“He isn’t even that handsome. I’m better—better-looking, better at everything. But no, it’s always Bryan! Those girls are just so dumb to be crazy about him. They should come have a look at me and taste my cock.”Unable to stand it any longer, Logan spun on his heel and stormed out of the concert hall.His pulse raced with frustration.Outside, he spotted a trio of girls, their faces illumina
Mia’s body stiffened, her heart pounding violently against her chest as she turned, every muscle tensed with dread.The deep, menacing voice she had hoped never to hear again sliced through the air.Her gaze lifted—straight into the cold, unforgiving eyes of the man who had casually told her father she was beautiful just days ago.Now, there was nothing casual in his expression. His sharp, angular features were set in a mask of icy indifference, but his eyes carried a dangerous glint that sent a chill racing down her spine.He stood tall and imposing, his hands tucked casually into his pants pockets, but Mia could sense the threat coiled within his broad frame.His mere presence suffocated the air around her, making her pulse race.Her lip trembled as she bit down hard, the metallic tang of blood hitting her tongue.Trouble.The word screamed in her mind. She was in deep—dark, undeniable trouble.He moved forward with slow, predatory grace, and Mia instinctively stepped back, her s
Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing her hands over the wedding gown that hugged her body perfectly. She still couldn’t believe this was happening—her wedding to Lord Bryan.Mrs. Johnson, Bryan’s mother, stood beside her, admiration shining in her eyes. “You look breathtaking, my dear. This dress was made for you.”Mia bit her lip, turning slightly to examine the intricate lace details cascading down her back. “You really think so?”Mrs. Johnson chuckled. “Oh, absolutely. And trust me, my son won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Mia blushed, warmth flooding her cheeks. After all these years, Bryan still had that effect on her. The way he looked at her, touched her, made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.Just then, the boutique door opened, and Clara, Mia’s best friend for three years, came rushing in. They had met at the supermarket and became friends after bumping into each other and their groceries spilling over.“Mia! You have to see the c
The night was heavy with tension as Bryan led his men into the underground tunnels beneath the city. The air was damp, filled with the scent of oil, metal, and the distant echo of dripping water. The dim glow of scattered lanterns barely illuminated their path, casting long shadows against the cold stone walls. This was a place only the most dangerous men knew existed—a world beneath the world, ruled by those who thrived in darkness.Philip walked beside Bryan, his gun in his grip, eyes scanning every corner. They weren’t alone. Figures emerged from the shadows—men with scarred faces and dead eyes, members of the underground mafia. They moved silently, their presence heavy with menace.A tall man with a thick beard and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. His voice was low, gravelly.“Lord Bryan,” he acknowledged. “You don’t come here unless it’s war.” He says with a small smirk playing on his lips.Bryan’s jaw tightened. “It is. There’s war!”The man smirked, revealin
The mansion stood eerily silent as the black SUVs pulled up to the entrance. The gates were wide open, the security system disabled. Something was wrong.Bryan’s heart pounded violently against his ribcage as he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Philip was right behind him, his gun already drawn.The driveway was littered with bodies—his men, the people who had sworn to protect his home. Some lay motionless, while others groaned in pain, their hands pressed against gunshot wounds. Blood stained the marble steps leading to the grand entrance.Bryan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts. His mind screamed at him to move, to find Mia and his mother, but his legs felt frozen. His worst nightmare had come true.Philip crouched beside one of the wounded guards, gripping his shoulder. “What happened? Where are they?”The man coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “They… they came out of nowhere. We thought it was just another security check, but then… then
Bryan stood frozen, his body rigid as the zipped-up body bags were carried away. His mind refused to process the reality before him. Lincoln. Raymond. Gone. The weight of it was suffocating. His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the frantic voices around him.Philip’s grip on his arm tightened. “ lord Bryan.” His voice was steady, but there was an urgency behind it. “We need to move.”Bryan couldn’t move. His legs felt cemented to the ground.“Lord Bryan,” Philip said again, firmer this time. “We don’t have time. The people who did this are still out there.”That snapped him out of his trance. He turned sharply, his entire body going rigid. The women—they were gone. He scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of them, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air.His fists clenched. “Where are they?”Philip exhaled sharply. “They slipped out the moment this happened.”Bryan’s chest burned. This wasn’t random. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message.His phone buzzed in
The ride back to the hotel was suffocating. The silence inside the van was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy weight. Bryan sat at the back, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. His pulse was still erratic, his hands curled into fists on his lap. Every time he blinked, flashes of what had just happened replayed in his mind—the gunshots, the chaos, the panic.It wasn’t something new to him, but then, he was never expecting it at his concert.Philip was in the front seat, his sharp eyes scanning the streets through the windshield. Lincoln and Raymond sat across from Bryan, their usual easygoing demeanor nowhere in sight. Instead, they were both staring blankly, lost in their thoughts.Nobody spoke.When the van finally pulled up in front of the hotel, security was already waiting. The guards were on high alert, their gazes sweeping the area for any signs of trouble. As Bryan stepped out, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. The grandeur of the hotel—its
Bryan stepped out of the elevator and into the grand hotel lobby, adjusting his jacket as he walked toward the entrance. The space was buzzing with soft music, elegant chandeliers casting a golden glow over the pristine marble floor. His eyes immediately landed on Lincoln and Raymond, who were already waiting with the man assigned to take them around.Lincoln, as usual, was the first to react when he saw Bryan approaching.“Damn, bro!” Lincoln grinned, stepping forward and giving Bryan’s outfit an exaggerated once-over. “You look like you just walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Our manager really outdid himself this time.”Raymond, standing beside him with his arms crossed, nodded in agreement. “For once, I gotta admit he got it right. These outfits are fire.”Bryan smirked slightly. “You just realized he knows what he’s doing?”Raymond chuckled. “Man, I always knew, but you know me, I love to act like I don’t. Gotta keep the man humble.”The guy who was supposed to take t
The moment Bryan and his crew arrived at the luxurious five-star hotel in Mexico, they were escorted to their respective rooms. The hotel was nothing short of extravagant, with marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city, and soft golden lighting that gave the entire place a warm, elegant feel.Bryan pushed open the door to his suite and stepped inside. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed neatly made with crisp white sheets, a seating area with plush sofas, and a minibar stocked with expensive drinks. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to an en-suite bathroom that had both a bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower.He tossed his duffel bag onto the bed and stretched his arms. It had been a long flight, and even though he wasn’t one to complain, he was grateful to have some time to rest before the concert later that evening. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone vibrated with a message.“Get s
Mia was deep in sleep, curled up comfortably under the thick blankets, when a soft but persistent knock sounded at her door. She stirred slightly, frowning as she tried to cling to sleep, but the knocking came again. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes before muttering, “It’s open.”The door creaked open, and Mrs. Chapman stepped inside, looking as lively as ever. She was already dressed, her hair neatly pinned up, and she had a warm smile on her face.“Wakey, wakey, my dear. It’s morning already,” she said in a cheerful tone.Mia yawned, stretching her arms lazily before smiling. “Good morning, Mom.”“Good morning, sweetheart. Now, hurry and freshen up. We have shopping to do today, remember?”Mia’s sleepy brain took a moment to catch up, but as soon as Mrs. Chapman mentioned shopping, her eyes widened slightly. She remembered their conversation the previous night—how they had planned to go shopping for the babies today.“Oh, that’s right,” Mia murmured, rubbing her stom
The moment Bryan left, Mrs. Chapman turned to Mia, stretching her arms as she sighed.“The sun is already setting. We should go inside before it gets too cold,” she said, brushing her damp hands against the towel draped over the pool chair.Mia, still busy licking her ice cream, let out a small hum. “Do we have to? It’s so nice out here.”Mrs. Chapman gave her a look. “Yes, we do. You’re not planning to sleep by the pool, are you?”Mia pouted but reluctantly got up from the poolside, grabbing a towel and tying it around her waist. “Fine, fine. But I’m taking my ice cream with me,” she said, taking another spoonful as they walked inside.Mrs. Chapman chuckled. “At this rate, you’ll end up getting a brain freeze.”Mia grinned. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”As they entered the house, their conversation shifted to random topics.“You know,” Mrs. Chapman started, wiping her damp hands with a smaller towel, “I’ve been meaning to ask—have you given any more thought to that charity ga