Carrie’s POV
The hot spring’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, easing the tension from my body. It had been days since I’d felt this relaxed, If only I could just have this moment all to myself —But alas, I wasn’t alone. Like a beast, he grabbed my breasts with one hand and yanking me closer with the other, his tongue sent wet kisses down my bare neck. “Sir…” I said, trying to reason with him "Shh” He whispered in my ear, "Call me Victor." With his hands on my hips, he turned me around all the way, my movements, startling the not so calm waters. Within seconds, he started rubbing my pussy, his wet fingers finding their way around. “Ah" I moaned at loud, my body vibrating in ways I never knew were possible. Is this the same Victor who always snuck into my— I mean Camila's room, late at night to take advantage of her? What he also taking advantage of me as well? Suddenly, he stopped. I felt his piercing gaze from behind. He kissed me down from my shoulders to my lower back, only stopping at the level of the water. “I wanna feel you" he said as he fingered me some more, switching from fingering to squeezing my ass in the blink of an eye. “Victor, I…” I stuttered. I wanted to push him back, I wanted to scream and tell him to go fuck himself. With everything he had put me through these past few days, I could've ended him right there. But… I didn't Something in me—Just a little part, wanted him. Wanted to let him have his way, wanted him to take me places I had only ever imagined That part won “Fuck me good" I said, instantly regreting the words that had just flown out my mouth Although I couldn't see his facial expression, I could tell Victor has that smirk on his stupid face. He moved towards me even more now, bending slowly as he brought his mouth to my ear “I don't need permission to fuck what's mine" Oh shit! Like a switch waiting to be flipped on, Victor arched my back forward, allowing him to insert his dick with ease, the water acting as the perfect lube. “Vic…” I bit my lip. It felt like I would burst, he had gotten so deep inside me that I could feel him hitting the wall. “What's your name?" He asked, his voice soft and unhinged For a second, I didn’t move. Then my brain caught up. “My name?" And just like that, I came back to my senses. “I need to go. Now!" Victor staggered back, water splashing between us. He didn't look angry —dare I say, he looked amused. I didn’t wait for anything he had to say. I turned, got out of the water and stormed out of the hot spring, my heart slamming against my ribs. I was just tired. That was all. Nothing happened, I said trying to convince myself ************* I reached the camp, trying to calm myself, but the warmth of his embrace lingered, making my head spin. Then I heard it. A faint beeping sound. I froze. “What on earth is that?” It was coming from Victor’s tent. My feet moved before my brain could think. I pushed the flap aside and found a small, black device blinking. A walkie-talkie? I grabbed it and tapped the side a few times. The signal was weak, the static loud. Then a voice crackled through. “Who is this?” I swallowed hard. “Who’s this?” Silence. Then, “Where is Victor?” My heart pounded. “He’s here. We’re stranded on an island.” The voice didn’t hesitate. “Coordinates. Now.” I grabbed my compass, quickly rattling off the numbers to him. “We’ll be there soon.” The radio cut off. Adrenaline surged through me. Help was coming. We were finally getting out of here. I sprinted back to my tent, grabbed my bag, and started shoving in whatever supplies I could carry. No time to waste. I ran to the firepit and kicked apart the embers, scattering them to make it look like we’d never been here. “What the hell are you doing?” Victor’s voice snapped me back. I turned to find him standing there, his wet clothes clinging to him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Backup is coming,” I said, breathless. “We need to get to the beach. Now!” Victor took a step forward, grabbing my arm. “Wait, I—” Then we heard it. The distant thump-thump-thump of helicopter blades slicing through the air. We both froze. I ripped my arm away from his grip. “We don’t have time for this!” Victor didn’t argue. He grabbed what little he had and followed me as we tore through the jungle, dodging branches and uneven ground. The helicopter was already descending when we burst onto the beach. The wind from the blades whipped against my skin as two men jumped out. One of them immediately stepped forward, draping a coat over Victor’s shoulders. “Sir, we need to leave now.” I took a step back, my chest rising and falling rapidly. This was it. Victor was going back to his world. I was just his bodyguard—I had done my job. I would think of some other way. I turned to walk away. “Wait!” Victor’s voice cut through the wind. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward. “She—I mean he's coming too,” he ordered. I blinked at him. Did he just keep my secret? The men hesitated, but Victor’s glare was enough to make them comply. Before I could protest, I was pulled into the helicopter. The doors shut. The world below blurred as we lifted into the sky. ************* Back to the Real World The city lights were overwhelming after days of darkness. As the helicopter landed in front of the Reaper’s mansion, I saw a crowd waiting. But one man stepped forward first. Camilla’s papi. My papi He didn’t waste time. His voice was sharp as a blade. “Where is my daughter?” Victor didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, I saw something flicker in his expression. Then—ding. Victor pulled out his phone, his brow furrowing. “I have service?” He glanced at the screen and put it on speaker “Camilla?” Victor asked the person on the other end “Yes it's me. I’m okay” I took that as my cue to leave. Slipping away, I made my way to a nice corner and changed into Camilla's clothes that I had hid under some bushes for such this occasion. Running as fast as I could to the mansion gates, I took a cab and headed back inside Reaching the mansion, I stepped out, facing the crowd, my hands trembled Camilla's papi rushed forward. “Mija, what happened?” I didn’t answer. Instead, my eyes locked onto Victor. And then— I had a crazy idea. I ran into his arms, bursting into tears. “I’m tired,” I whispered. Taking calculated steps forward, I collapsed. Victor caught me instantly, his grip steady. Without hesitation, he lifted me into his arms and carried me inside. My idea worked like a charm I pretended to be unconscious when Victor brought me to my room. I could feel his presence lingering. Then, in a quiet voice, he muttered ”Why couldn't you just stay dead!” What?! My eyes were closed but I could sense he was up to something sinister I heard drawers opening, what was he even looking for? “Dang it! Where are the knives?" I heard footsteps getting closer, it seemed like he had found something else to use, but was Victor really going to end it like this? Was he really planning to kill me? “This is for the best" he said as he prepared to lunge at me I opened my eyes There I was, face to face with death once more. Victor was holding a pen, hands in the air, he was ready to strike “I—" The door burst open. Another presence entered—fast, urgent. It was Ayo. “Miss!” His voice was tight with concern. Victor slipped out without another word. Ayo crouched beside me, his face dark with worry. “What the hell happened?” I didn’t answer. I just stared at the ceiling, memories flashing in my head; The explosion, the Kiss, the sex, the fact Victor knows his bodyguard is a female. And who was that on the phone with Victor? Cause that sure as hell wasn't me! Yeah, I had survived. But at what cost? ***In another part of the mansion, Victor lay in bed, staring at the ceiling*** Victor's POV My chest felt tight. I exhaled and placed a hand over my heart. It was beating too fast. My brows furrowed. Then, barely above a whisper, I said to myself “What the hell is wrong with me?” I think I'm in love with my bodyguardJames’s POVI sighed as I leaned against the cold metal railing of the fire escape, watching her through my binoculars.She wasn’t doing anything exciting—just eating breakfast by her small apartment window. She sat there, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware that someone—me, was keeping an eye on her."This is boring as hell," I muttered to myself mid yawn.Victor had given me orders to keep tabs on her, but honestly, I hadn't seen anything suspicious. She was just… normal.A little too normal.After finishing her breakfast, the lady left her apartment, locking the door behind her. I followed her from a distance as she walked to a fast-food restaurant a few blocks away.I groaned. She works in a burger joint?For the next few hours, I sat in my car across the street, watching her through the restaurant’s big glass windows. She took orders, smiled at customers, and even laughed with her coworkers.Victor thinks this girl is dangerous?I leaned back in my sea
Carrie’s POV “I must say,” he mused, holding up a document, “you played the part well. Almost had everyone fooled.”“You don’t understand Diego,” I said, trying to reason with him. “It isn’t what you think.”Faster than I could blink, he reached for his gun**************I sat at the long dining table, the morning sun streaming through the large windows. Victor sat at the head of the table, sipping his espresso as he scrolled through his phone.I tried not to look at him.Tried not to think about the way his lips had felt on mine that day at the hot spring.I know it happened days ago but even now, whenever I see him, my memories flood back in reminding me of the events.My fingers tightened around my fork.I needed to get out of here.Out of this house.“I’ll be out for the day,” I said casually.Victor barely glanced at me. “Where?”“To see my papi,” I lied, forcing a small smile.He didn’t seem suspicious. He didn't seem to care at all.“Take that guy with you. What's his name…Ay
Carrie's POV My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. A dull ache radiated from the back of my skull, and my limbs felt heavy. As I opened my eyes, the dim light barely illuminated the rough, damp walls around me. Panic surged through my veins as I tried to move, only to realize that my wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a chair. A thick cloth was stuffed into my mouth, making it impossible to scream.My heart pounded as I twisted my hands against the restraints, but the ropes only burned against my skin. Where was I? And more importantly—where was Diego? The last thing I remembered was our fight. I had almost gotten away with the files before Diego caught me off guard and knocked me unconscious.The heavy sound of a door creaking open made me tense up a little. Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. A shadow loomed over me.It was Diego.As he stepped into the light. He looked furious, his usually composed demeanor shattered by rage.With a rough tug, he p
“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. How did it end up like this? ******************* Carrie's POV What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch? I don’t know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge. My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night—the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it’ll never let me forget. Surviving the streets
And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper… “Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. “Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this” He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe. With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before. I buried my f
A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father. “Diego, have you gone mad?!” He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. “How dare you point your gun at your older sister” There was tension between the two. I could tell. “Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi” I said with a shiver in my voice. “I'm fine” I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him? Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind “you're not Camilla” have I been compromised already? “Wait, what's that?” Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, “have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost” Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Diego hit away his Father's hand. “It doesn't
The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes. My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath?Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance! I didn’t hesitate. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I twisted free from his grip. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my cloth to the wall was left behind as I scrambled out of his reach, slipping beneath the balcony’s edge.I crouched low, pressing my body against the cold stone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing, praying he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. The Reaper cursed under his breath. “Coward,” he muttered, his shadow stretching above me as he paced the balcony. I
Victor’s POVThe woman in front of me was pressed too close, her lips grazing mine as her hands wandered to my chest. Her perfume was cloying, heavy with desperation, but I let her linger. A moment of distraction wasn’t the worst thing—at least until the knock at my office door shattered the moment.“Sir,” came the muffled voice from outside.I sighed, stepping back and buttoning my shirt. “Not a word,” I said to the woman, my tone clipped. She smirked and adjusted her dress before walking off to the corner.“Come in,” I barked, settling into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me.One of my men entered, his face pale and uneasy. “Boss, there’s been a problem.”I raised an eyebrow, gripping the glass of alcohol in my hand. “Go on.”“The intel mission…it didn’t go as planned. One of our men was badly injured, and the briefcase…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “We couldn’t retrieve it.”The words lit a fuse inside me. The glass in my hand shattered as I crushed it, shards cutting int
Carrie's POV My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. A dull ache radiated from the back of my skull, and my limbs felt heavy. As I opened my eyes, the dim light barely illuminated the rough, damp walls around me. Panic surged through my veins as I tried to move, only to realize that my wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a chair. A thick cloth was stuffed into my mouth, making it impossible to scream.My heart pounded as I twisted my hands against the restraints, but the ropes only burned against my skin. Where was I? And more importantly—where was Diego? The last thing I remembered was our fight. I had almost gotten away with the files before Diego caught me off guard and knocked me unconscious.The heavy sound of a door creaking open made me tense up a little. Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. A shadow loomed over me.It was Diego.As he stepped into the light. He looked furious, his usually composed demeanor shattered by rage.With a rough tug, he p
Carrie’s POV “I must say,” he mused, holding up a document, “you played the part well. Almost had everyone fooled.”“You don’t understand Diego,” I said, trying to reason with him. “It isn’t what you think.”Faster than I could blink, he reached for his gun**************I sat at the long dining table, the morning sun streaming through the large windows. Victor sat at the head of the table, sipping his espresso as he scrolled through his phone.I tried not to look at him.Tried not to think about the way his lips had felt on mine that day at the hot spring.I know it happened days ago but even now, whenever I see him, my memories flood back in reminding me of the events.My fingers tightened around my fork.I needed to get out of here.Out of this house.“I’ll be out for the day,” I said casually.Victor barely glanced at me. “Where?”“To see my papi,” I lied, forcing a small smile.He didn’t seem suspicious. He didn't seem to care at all.“Take that guy with you. What's his name…Ay
James’s POVI sighed as I leaned against the cold metal railing of the fire escape, watching her through my binoculars.She wasn’t doing anything exciting—just eating breakfast by her small apartment window. She sat there, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware that someone—me, was keeping an eye on her."This is boring as hell," I muttered to myself mid yawn.Victor had given me orders to keep tabs on her, but honestly, I hadn't seen anything suspicious. She was just… normal.A little too normal.After finishing her breakfast, the lady left her apartment, locking the door behind her. I followed her from a distance as she walked to a fast-food restaurant a few blocks away.I groaned. She works in a burger joint?For the next few hours, I sat in my car across the street, watching her through the restaurant’s big glass windows. She took orders, smiled at customers, and even laughed with her coworkers.Victor thinks this girl is dangerous?I leaned back in my sea
Carrie’s POV The hot spring’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, easing the tension from my body. It had been days since I’d felt this relaxed, If only I could just have this moment all to myself —But alas, I wasn’t alone.Like a beast, he grabbed my breasts with one hand and yanking me closer with the other, his tongue sent wet kisses down my bare neck.“Sir…” I said, trying to reason with him"Shh” He whispered in my ear, "Call me Victor." With his hands on my hips, he turned me around all the way, my movements, startling the not so calm waters. Within seconds, he started rubbing my pussy, his wet fingers finding their way around.“Ah" I moaned at loud, my body vibrating in ways I never knew were possible. Is this the same Victor who always snuck into my— I mean Camila's room, late at night to take advantage of her? What he also taking advantage of me as well?Suddenly, he stopped. I felt his piercing gaze from behind. He kissed me down from my shoulders to my lower back
Victor’s POV The sensation of water filling my lungs jolted me awake. I coughed violently, spitting out the saltwater that nearly choked me. Blinking against the blinding sunlight, I sat up, feeling the gritty sand clinging to my wet clothes. For a moment, I was disoriented, my head pounding as I took in the scene of nothing but ocean and the desolate island before me.Where the hell was I?I forced myself to my feet, every muscle aching from the explosion and the battle against the waves. My gaze swept across the beach, scanning for any signs of life or wreckage. Just as hopelessness began to creep in, I saw it—a figure bobbing in the water, lifeless.I trudged through the surf, my legs heavy as I reached the body. It was my bodyguard, his face obscured by the ever-present mask. “Tf does he manage to keep it on all the time" “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, dragging him onto the shore. He wasn’t breathing. Without thinking, I slammed my hands against his chest, trying to for
Carrie's POV I stirred awake as sunlight streamed through the room's tiny circular window. I stretched lazily, savoring the gentle sway of the cruise ship.Slipping out of bed, I rummaged through my closet and chose a cheerful floral skirt and paired it with a turquoise bikini top. The outfit screamed playful yet comfortable—perfect for a day at sea.Just then, my stomach grumbled. I grabbed my phone, touched up my makeup and headed toward the café for breakfast. Halfway there, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Victor: “Bring me some coffee on your way coming back.”“Jerk" I sighed, pocketing my phone. “He could at least say please,” I muttered under my breath. I reached the café, ordered a light breakfast—Scrambled eggs and French toast, and found a quiet corner to eat. The aroma of fresh pastries and coffee filled the air as passengers mingled around me.Once I finished my meal, I stopped at the counter to grab Victor’s coffee. The captain’s voice suddenly echoed through t
Victor's POV Isabella... Just the thought of her name carried a weight that weighed heavy in my heart. She wasn’t just any woman—she was a piece of my past that refused to fade. Growing up, Isabella had been family. Her father and my father had been inseparable, practically brothers, bound by loyalty forged in blood and fire. That loyalty had cost Isabella's father his life. During a raid, her father had pushed my father out of harm's way, taking the bullets meant for him. In honor of that sacrifice, my father adopted Isabella, raising her as one of his own. From the moment Isabella joined our household, she was a force to be reckoned with. Strong-willed, fearless as they come, and unapologetic, she took whatever she wanted. As teens, I must admit that I'd fallen hard for her, captivated by her confidence and beauty. I loved her with everything I had. She was supposed to be my forever home. I had planned our future together, I was going to marry her, believing we’d grow old
Carrie's POV The room buzzed with an uneasy energy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my nerves or the weight of everyone’s stares. “Isabella?" The mysterious lady leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a faint mark that seemed to glow in the dim light. “Hello Victor. Miss me?Victor didn’t flinch; instead, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.She glanced my way, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I felt a chill run down my spine.“Who the hell is she?” I whispered under my breath, my fingers clutching the hem of my gown.As she let go of Victor, Isabella strode toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I resisted the urge to step back.What was she planning?Before she could reach me, The Reaper intercepted her. He moved like a shadow, his presence suffocating.“Oh, hello…Uncle.” Isabella said, a smirk forming. "Been a
Victor's POV Blood?.Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job." Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain th