Suzanne’s pov:“…What more?”Stella was silent on the other end, and that silence said everything.“Stella.” My voice was sharper now. “What else?”She inhaled, shaky. “We… we think someone’s been watching him.”My heart stopped. “What?”She continued, her voice low and quick, like someone afraid of being overheard. “Desmond got a message. A photo. It was Dominic—taken through the office window before he collapsed. There was a note too. Just five words.”I was already locking the door behind me, breath coming fast. “What did it say?”She hesitated.“Tell me.”“Your king is falling next.”I didn’t realize I’d dropped the phone until it hit the porch step with a crack. My hand stayed frozen in midair as my other clutched the edge of the railing for support.‘Your king is falling next.’That wasn’t a threat. That was a promise.The world tilted for a second.I forced myself upright, snatched the phone off the ground and got into the car, the engine roaring to life with a jolt.I didn’t
Dominic's pov:“Ouu” she moaned. I paused for a second to observe her, she was losing patience and wanted my dick deep inside her.I grinned as she cried, “Dom please go faster… I… n…need you in me or I’ll go insane”. I bent her down and put my dick in her pussy. It was so wet and my dick slipped in sweetly. As I hit her deep inside, her moans became louder.“Ouu… Oh… Dom…” my left hand nibbled on her right nipples and I put my other hand on her throat, licking her neck from behind. I didn't even know this girl I was fucking, but I was going to make sure she could not walk well on her way out.She squirmed and longed for me, I knew I ignited a spark by licking her, it always made them tingle and gave me pleasure.“Say my name baby,” I whispered in her ear, creasing my demonic breath on her, making her squirm. “Dom…” My pace increased as I moved back and forth pounding her deep inside and making her ass sound like sounds of slap. Then I finally came.Leaving her body to fall on the
Suzanne's pov:I woke up that morning, exhausted from yesterday's work but fully determined to do better today.My eyes darted across the room and it looked different. I didn't see Tavons belongings, but he had slept next to me last night, even if I didn't let him touch me. That scumbag!!! Only lord knew where his dick had been.I stood up and checked the wardrobe but his clothes were absent. Then it dawned on me that he had finally abandoned us. I and Kai were now all that we had.My heart broke into countless pieces, but then my phone dinged and I picked it up. I saw pictures of Tavon and another woman. Her face was unrevealing but her physique looked so hot.The caption said: “Tavon and his newfound love”I didn't want to but my fingers mistakenly swiped up and I saw another one.“Tavon and his new love on a holiday” then a video of Tavon saying she gave him everything he needed to be a man.My heart broke more and more as I read this. The room suddenly became so lonely and too sm
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 ha
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:“…What more?”Stella was silent on the other end, and that silence said everything.“Stella.” My voice was sharper now. “What else?”She inhaled, shaky. “We… we think someone’s been watching him.”My heart stopped. “What?”She continued, her voice low and quick, like someone afraid of being overheard. “Desmond got a message. A photo. It was Dominic—taken through the office window before he collapsed. There was a note too. Just five words.”I was already locking the door behind me, breath coming fast. “What did it say?”She hesitated.“Tell me.”“Your king is falling next.”I didn’t realize I’d dropped the phone until it hit the porch step with a crack. My hand stayed frozen in midair as my other clutched the edge of the railing for support.‘Your king is falling next.’That wasn’t a threat. That was a promise.The world tilted for a second.I forced myself upright, snatched the phone off the ground and got into the car, the engine roaring to life with a jolt.I didn’t
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