Suzanne's pov:
“We will be going out tonight so that you both can get acquainted,” she added. “Who… am I marrying? I mean, I don't even know him.” I exclaimed, a little nervous as my breath shivered alongside my body. “Suzanne, this is not about you, this is about Kai,” she said, holding my cheeks with both of her hands. “We are making this sacrifice for the only family you have left, do not think about yourself for one second, we must do everything needed to secure this contract marriage.” Then I pulled backwards. “Wait, is it a contract marriage?” I asked, quickly digesting what Stella just told me. “Yes it is, you are to bear him an heir.” my lips twitched, what a messed up man, so all he wants is an heir. “You are to be a stay-at-home wife for the time being of producing his child and after you deliver, the child will be taken away from you while the divorce will be processed.” Stella added, looking me straight in the eye like, ‘There's no going back.’ I knew there was none, I had to save my child by all means, it was just me sacrificing my body to be used as a birthing machine, it shouldn't be more than me. I tried to dab the tears that crowded my eyes and whipped my nose. “We need to get you something sexy to wear to the club,” she said, pulling me up. “But… who will stay with my boy?” I stammered, not moving from my seat. Her eyes rolled sideways then she took her phone out of her bag and made a phone call. “Marianna, the Spanish woman that lives next door to me has agreed to come and stay with him, she is a good babysitter. Am sure Kai will lack nothing.” She then pulled me up from the chair. “The earlier we get this money and the surgery is carried out, the better for Kai.” She smiled encouragingly and we hugged each other tightly. *** It was 5: pm when we left the hospital for Stella's house to get ready for the night. I felt like I was being a prostitute but I had to do this, it was the fastest and might be the only way I could save my son. “I didn't ask.” she turned to me waiting for me to finish. “Who gave you this information about marrying a billionaire?” I raised one eyebrow while flaring my nose. “Chill out girl, it's Desmond, my ex-boyfriend,” she said while smiling at me. She picked out a dress, nodded in admiration and turned to me: “This would look perfect on you, get up and get cleaned up.” She walked to me and helped me up. Stella was always there for me and I appreciated her, she helped me feel alive especially when I felt down, but she was a bit crazy. Especially when she was with Desmond. “When did you guys start talking again? And how am I not aware?” I snapped at her, blinking twice in anticipation. “Well my love, he hit me up three months ago and we've been on three dates since then,” she smiled sheepishly and turned around. “I need to know all the details, I hope he's not…” She turned around and gave me a pair of heels while placing one finger on my lips. “Let's save the gossip for after Kai's surgery,” she said and got undressed. Stella didn't take long in the bathroom and I hopped in as soon as she came out. I hurriedly cleaned up well, washing under my boobs and my butt. Soon we were ready to hit the club, but I still lacked the energy that was needed to win a man, talk more of a billionaire. I wore a short Red dress that exposed half of my thighs. I was so uncomfortable because it was too revealing for me but I had to look my best. Stella put on my makeup and I looked amazing if I must say. We got to the club and the broad shoulder giant welcomed us. Followed by the dim-coloured lights of the club, music, and people dancing. Some were even making out. “Don't be so uptight Suzanne,” Stella said with a wink that pulled a fragile smile out of me. I nodded and we walked to an empty corner of the club. My eyes roamed the room, and then it hit a familiar face. “Ummmm girl, isn't that... your ex?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper, and eyes wide. Stella followed my gaze, her jaw dropping as we watched through the crowded dance floor, Desmond was deep in conversation with a man who exuded an aura of effortless power. Tall, impeccably dressed, with a gaze that seemed to command attention. This man was undeniably captivating. "Oh my God," Stella breathed, "That's Dominic Khan." Just then I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew the name, of course. Who didn't? Dominic Khan, the enigmatic billionaire, a legend in his own right. I’d seen his face on countless magazine covers, his philanthropic endeavours splashed across every news channel and I think Tavon had a bit of hatred for him in the past. As if sensing my gaze, Dominic turned his head, his eyes sweeping the room. Our eyes met, and a jolt, raw and unexpected, surged through me. Time seemed to slow down. The throbbing music, and the chatter of the crowd, all faded away, leaving only the intensity of our gaze. His eyes were deep and penetrating, holding a curious intensity that both intrigued and intimidated me. I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, my cheeks burning with an unfamiliar heat. "He's... he's even more impressive in person," Stella murmured, her voice barely audible. I managed a weak smile, my mind still reeling from the brief but intense encounter. I couldn't explain it, but there was an undeniable spark, a raw, primal connection that seemed to ignite between us in that fleeting moment. Or should I say me? Suddenly, my gaze caught up with him again. Dominic Khan excused himself from Desmond and began to move through the crowd, his gaze fixed on me. As he approached, the air around us seemed to thicken, the music fading into background noise. ‘Is this the man who doesn't want love but an heir?’ I asked myself. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice a low silken baritone that sent shivers down my spine. I tried to hesitate, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But something in his gaze, a quiet intensity that spoke volumes, compelled me to say yes. As we stepped onto the dance floor, the music seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic thud of our heartbeats. Dominic's hands found their way to my waist, his touch surprisingly gentle yet firm. I felt a jolt of electricity, my body responding to his touch in ways I hadn't anticipated. Our bodies sway to the rhythm of the music. I felt a strange sense of intimacy as if we were the only two people in the room. His eyes, dark and intense, never left my face, holding mine captive. The heat between us intensified, a simmering tension that threatened to ignite. I found myself leaning into him, my senses heightened, my breath catching in my throat. As the music pulsed and our bodies moved as one, I felt a thrill I hadn't experienced in years, a thrilling sense of danger and excitement that both terrified and exhilarated me. I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling ‘this way, this was only going to be a contract marriage.’ I mentally reminded myself, but I couldn't seem to resist the pull of his gaze, the intoxicating power of his presence made me shiver on the inside.Dominic's pov:I sat in my office with my desks cleared out of all the day's appointments, reminiscing about the previous night.My encounter with this lady who had agreed to all my selfish desires. She also melted into me last night, a little more interesting than I presumed but still so naive."You like her, don't you?" Desmond's voice echoed, I didn't notice him come in, was I that absent-minded?I scoffed, trying to appear nonchalant. "Like her? You know I don't love, Desmond?”Desmond chuckled. "Of course not. But you seem… intrigued."I avoided my friend's gaze, running a hand through my hair. "She's… different.""Different?" Desmond pressed.I hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't know. Naive and Unpredictable." I paused, a flicker of something akin to amusement crossing my face. "And she seems to have a certain… spark."Desmond raised an eyebrow. "A good fit for the position, then?"I took a sip of my whiskey, contemplating the question. "I think I can manage her.
Suzanne's pov:“Your clothes will be ready by this weekend; we will come back for fitting.” The stylist said as she and her team packed their things to leave. I gave them a warm smile as they left. Now alone, I decided to explore my new home. As I walked by the corridors, I noticed the Art on the walls, each of them looking beautiful and unique as they held different stories untold. “I told you I always get what I want, she is mine now.” I heard Dominic speak to someone on the phone. As I tried to open the door further to listen more closely, the door made a squeaky sound. I froze. “Who is there?” Dominic said in a commanding tone, his voice low and threatening. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I had been discovered. I tiptoed back to my room, my feet barely making a sound on the floor, and gently closed the door behind me, holding my breath in hopes of going unnoticed.My mind raced with questions. Who was Dominic talking to on the phone? What did he mean by 'he always gets
Suzanne's pov:“You are leaving me all alone?” I frowned. “Is there something you need from me?” he questioned nonchalantly, taking up his keys from the table. “You have the housekeeper at your disposal.” I pressed my lips against each other.“I need to get what you are not giving me. I need to quench my thirst.”My jaw twitched in irritation. “Is this what our marriage will look like?” I murmured. “Well, who knows? You agreed not to question my decisions and follow my instructions, did you not?”The question pinged my chest. A familiar ache I had felt before. My eyes crowded with tears as I bent my head, trying to hide my emotions.What did I expect? He said no strings attached till our aim had been achieved and we got the divorce.“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, raising my head with his hand on my chin. “Do whatever you want, I do not have the right to tell you anything,” I replied softly, removing his hand from my chin.He chuckled slightly and walked out of the sitting room.
Dominic's pov:Without a word, Suzanne walked past me, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she made her way to the bar. I watched as she gracefully slid onto a stool, her back straight but her movements unusually slow.Something wasn’t right.She rested her hands on the counter, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of an untouched glass. Her expression was distant, her eyes unfocused as if lost in thought.I knew that look.She was thinking deeply. And whatever was on her mind had pulled her away from the moment entirely.What is she so caught up in?I exhaled and forced myself to turn back to business. Oscar and the others were already deep in conversation about a potential deal. I nodded along, pretending to be fully engaged, but my attention remained with Suzanne.Then, I noticed movement near the bar. A man, someone I didn’t recognize, approached Suzanne.His stance was confident, his smile easy. He leaned in slightly as he spoke to her.I clenched my jaw.My focus wa
Suzanne‘s pov:The next morning, I woke up to the bright sunlight burning through my window.The events of the previous night were still fresh in my mind, the way Dominic had taken control at the bar, the way his touch had set my body on fire in the car. But more than that, the message from Rachel haunted me.I couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something bigger, something I wasn’t prepared for.With a deep breath, I got out of bed and made my way downstairs.Dominic sat at the dining table, his coffee half-finished, his phone in his hand. Dressed for work, he looked as put together as always, calm and unreadable.I hesitated for a moment before stepping forward."Good morning," I said, my voice even.He barely glanced up. Just a nod before his eyes returned to his phone.That was it. No warmth. No trace of what had happened between us last night.I clenched my fists. Did he know I had seen the message? Was he just pretending nothing had happened?Before I could say anything els
Suzanne's pov:She scoffed. "Suze, come on. Rachel could be his business partner or sister. You don’t even know if the baby is his. And even if it is—"I shot her a sharp look."Relax, I’m just saying you should talk to him first before jumping to conclusions."My chest tightened. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was being irrational. But the idea of Dominic keeping something like this from me made my stomach churn.I needed air. I set my cup down and stood. "I’m going out."Stella blinked. "Where to?" "Anywhere but here."She smirked. "So, you’re gonna go to a party and act like you don’t care?"I grabbed my purse. "Exactly." Before she could say another word, I was already at the door. Because tonight, I didn’t want to be the wife drowning in doubts.I just wanted to breathe.Dominic's pov:The meeting room buzzed with conversations, but my mind was elsewhere. My phone vibrated against the polished table, and when I glanced down, an alert flashed on the screen.“Suzanne has left the hou
From here on is an explicit sex scene, with obscene words and a raw display of physical intimacy. Please do not go further if you are below the required age, or do not want any form of erotic expression.Read on if you dare!Dominic’s pov:She had no idea what she did to me.Sitting beside me in the car, silent but burning with the same hunger I felt, Suzanne had no clue just how much she was unravelling me. The way she bit her lip, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they rested on her lap—I saw it all. Felt it. She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted me.And tonight, I was going to give her exactly what she needed.By the time we reached the house, I had barely shut the front door before I had her against the wall.She gasped, her wide eyes staring up at me, but I caught the flicker of something else, anticipation.I trailed a single finger down her arm, slow, teasing, making her shiver. "You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?"She swallowed hard. “Dominic—"I c
Suzanne's pov:The next morning, I stirred awake, my body still aching from the intensity of the night before. A lazy smile played on my lips as I stretched, reaching across the bed, expecting to feel Dominic beside me.But the bed was empty.My smile faded as my eyes fluttered open. The space beside me was cold, as if he had been gone for a while. I sat up, my gaze scanning the room, only to hear the faint sound of running water.The bathroom door was slightly open, and through the gap, I saw Dominic step out, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his chiselled chest.His dark eyes met mine, but there was no softness, no trace of last night’s passion. Just the usual unreadable expression.“Good morning,” I said hesitantly, watching him as he ran a hand through his damp hair.He barely acknowledged me. “Go to your room.”My heart sank, but I masked it quickly, nodding stiffly before slipping out of the bed and making my way to my room.A short w
Dominic’s pov:I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting in that chair.The office was dark now, painted in shadows, the only light spilling in from the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.The once-busy hum of staff had long since faded.Phones stopped ringing. Emails went unanswered. Even the steady ticking of the antique clock on the wall felt like it was echoing louder than it should.I hadn’t moved since the ruling.My fingers were still clenched around the edge of the armrest, knuckles bleached white. I felt detached from my body, like I was a ghost hovering above myself, watching the slow unravelling of a man who’d never been allowed to lose before.My heartbeat thudded in my ears like war drums, but everything else was quiet.Too quiet.The courtroom played like a reel in my mind, frame by brutal frame.Linda’s entrance is like a queen returning to a throne that never belonged to her.The judge was already in her pocket.The smug politicians, their loyalty boug
Dominic’s pov:The courtroom wasn’t unfamiliar to meI’d been in and out of them for years, lawsuits, zoning battles, acquisition disputes.But this one was different. This wasn’t about money, or concrete, or blueprints.This was personal!!!I walked in, flanked by Peter Black and Ford.The weight of tailored silence followed me.My presence was enough to make heads turn and mouths shut. Cameras lined the marble corridor outside. Linda wanted the media circus. She wanted the public eye. She was probably somewhere smiling already.My eyes scanned the room.She was already seated, radiant in a navy pantsuit that hugged her curves like sin, her golden hair pinned in a deliberately messy chignon that made her look effortlessly powerful.Her lips curled when our gazes locked like this was a game and she had the upper hand.I didn’t blink. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a smirk or a glare.The judge entered, an aging man named Harold R. Linley.I’d met him years ago. Back then, he w
Dominic’s pov: The envelope wasn’t hand-delivered. That would’ve been too loud. Too messy. Too traceable.Instead, it came folded in thick ivory paper, nestled inside a black leather folder and passed to me by Desmond, who looked as if he’d seen a ghost.“It’s from her,” he said grimly. “Linda.”I took it. No expression. No words. The weight of it was heavier than the folder itself.I cracked it open, my hands steady even as my heart slammed against my ribs.A formal letterhead. A lawyer’s name I recognized was Greaves & Hanley. One of the most vicious corporate litigation firms on the East Coast.I scanned the first page. Then the second. My jaw tightened with every line.She was filing for administrative control over Khan Architectural.Citing “neglect of fiduciary duties,” “executive mismanagement,” and “shareholder endangerment.”Bullshit. Crafted, polished, and loaded with legal jargon, but still bullshit.Desmond was already pacing behind me. “She’s aiming for a hostile takeo
Linda’s pov:The rooftop bar was empty, private, exclusive, and overlooking the glowing skyline.The kind of place reserved for power plays and whispered betrayals.A steady wind tugged at my silk coat as I crossed the deck toward Tavon, who sat alone in the corner booth with a glass of whiskey in hand like a man planning a revolution.I didn’t sit immediately.I stood at the railing, overlooking the city as if it were mine to command.In a way, it still was. These buildings, these men, these stories? I’d been part of their foundations long before they started pretending I didn’t matter.“Took you long enough,” Tavon muttered, not even glancing up.I finally turned, sliding into the seat across from him like I owned the night. “I had to make sure I wasn’t followed. Dominic’s hounds are everywhere these days.”He smirked. “That’s because he knows someone’s playing chess with his life. I crossed my legs, fingers toying with the gold chain at my throat. “He will soon.”“What’s this meet
Dominic’s pov:The conference room was silent, eerily so.The only sound was the soft hum of the AC and the occasional click of Desmond’s fingers flying across his laptop as he mirrored the contents of the flash drive onto the secure screen.Everyone watched the black window flicker to life, revealing what looked like simple folders. Just names. Some were labelled “Suzanne.” Others, “Dominic K” One was marked Contract in bold.My jaw clenched.Desmond’s eyes narrowed. “Something’s wrong.”Ford stood from the corner, arms folded. “It’s too clean. Too organized. This wasn’t put together by Linda.”Desmond nodded slowly, fingers halting over the keys. “It’s a decoy.”I stepped forward. “Open it.”“I’m not sure that’s a good—”“Do it,” I ordered. My voice echoed in the room, hard as steel.He clicked.At first, the folder opened like a normal file.A few documents popped up, screenshots, edited contracts, and old bank records that meant nothing. But then Desmond’s entire screen flickered
Dominic’s pov:The boardroom was filled with chatter, screens glowing as Ford gave his report. I sat at the head of the table, my gaze unreadable, jaw tight, arms crossed.The room buzzed with low voices, papers rustling as updates rolled out, but my mind wasn’t fully in it.Not after the message Desmond forwarded earlier this morning, an anonymous tip about a possible breach in our private server.I’d already ordered the team to trace the source. My gut told me it wasn’t random, not with how quiet Tavon had been lately.And Suzanne… the way she looked last night, wrapped in my sheets, clinging to sleep like it was her only safe place… I couldn’t get it out of my head.She hadn’t said much this morning, but her eyes said everything. She needed peace. And I would burn the whole world to give it to her.“Dominic?” Ford asked, catching my attention.I blinked once. “Continue.”The glass windows overlooking the city reflected a pristine skyline, one I had built, piece by piece. Brick by
Suzanne’s pov:I was curled up in the armchair beside the balcony doors, one of Dominic’s throw blankets wrapped around my shoulders… The soft rumble of distant waves rolled through the partially opened doors, the morning sun casting faint golden streaks across the marble floors.I wasn’t reading. I wasn’t scrolling. I was just… sitting. Letting the quiet be enough.Everything about last night still lingered, his hands, his breath, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense.After everything that had shattered between us, something felt stitched back together, like some part of me that had gone numb was warm again.Still fragile, still trembling at the edges, but healing.My fingers traced slow circles over the fabric on my lap.I hadn’t spoken to Dominic yet this morning.He’d gone to handle some business, or so he’d said when he left our bed at dawn.But he didn’t leave like a man escaping. He kissed my forehead, tucked the blanket around me, a
Tavon’s pov:The text had come at dawn. No name. Just a number I hadn't seen in months. But I knew that tone. Sharp. Calculated. Dangerous.“We both know how much your pride matters. But if you don’t pick up my call, I’ll send your precious videos to your mother first. Then your church group.”Fiona.I stared at the message for a full minute, my mind still foggy from the restless night before.The audacity. She really had the nerve to crawl back from whatever cave she’d vanished into, after ruining everything and leaving me like a fool.I let the phone ring twice when she finally called. Just to let her wait.Then I answered. “You got some balls, showing up now.”Her voice came in cool, unbothered. “You always did like my balls better than your own.”I chuckled bitterly. “Still a bitch, I see.”“And you’re still a fool. So nothing’s changed.” She didn’t laugh. “But let’s not waste time with banter. You know why I’m calling.”I slumped deeper into the leather seat of my rented apartme
Dominic’s pov:The morning light seeped through the curtains like a silent witness to the night before. Golden slivers danced across the sheets, casting faint shadows over the woman lying beside me.Suzanne.Her breathing was soft, steady—peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. Her lashes fluttered slightly, lost in whatever world sleep had drawn her into.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her. My hand braced against the mattress, muscles tensing as I watched her for a long moment. There was something sacred about this quiet. A rare pause in the chaos.But peace had never been mine to keep.I brushed a thumb across her cheek, lingering just long enough to memorize the softness there. And then I rose from the bed. The cold air met my skin like a jolt back to reality, to everything I’d tried to bury in the heat of last night.Tavon.That bastard’s voice still echoed in my head. “Let’s see how loyal he stays when he sees the real you…”I clenched my jaw, grabbing a clean s