Victor's POV “Well that's my story" I leaned back in my wheelchair, my usual smirk playing on my lips. "It's not my fault women are so attracted to me," I said, tapping my fingers against the armrest. “I mean, I'm a whooping billionaire with daddy issues, I'm the complete package" "But what of…” I cut him off "Isabella? Her body is smoking hot. She's basically like my childhood sweetheart, best woman to fuck with on the planet, she sure knows how to ride in style.”“No, I meant…” I cut him off once more "Now, some people might find it weird that I love my bodyguard, but I do. I mean, she's — I mean, he's always been there for me since the beginning, her— I mean his mysterious vibe just turns me the hell on"He had enough "I don’t care about your love life Romeo.” Detective rolen groaned, slamming his fists on the table "I’m asking you about your wife, Camilla."I scoffed. "Camilla? I couldn't care less. I don’t know a single thing about her.""But she's your wife”“My wife yes.
“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
I woke up to the weight of lips pressing against mine. My heart raced, panic flooding every nerve as I realized what was happening.“Victor, stop!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The reek of whiskey hit me like a punch, and his slurred words made my stomach churn.“You’re mine, Camilla…” He pinned me down harder, using his right hand to pull the string of my nightgown down to reveal my tender nipple. “Now be a good little girl" His drunken smirk infuriating me.“No, Victor. Get off me!” I hissed, struggling beneath his weight. This was the fifth time he’d barged into my room in the middle of the night this week but tonight, I’d had enough.I twisted, planting my knee into his stomach. He groaned, loosening his grip just enough for me to grab the lamp beside the bed. With all the anger and frustration I’d bottled up, I swung it at his head.The loud thud as he hit the floor filled me with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. His unconscious form sprawled on the carpet.“Idio
Carrie's POV The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker. The wedding was tomorrow. The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, sp
Victor's POV “Well that's my story" I leaned back in my wheelchair, my usual smirk playing on my lips. "It's not my fault women are so attracted to me," I said, tapping my fingers against the armrest. “I mean, I'm a whooping billionaire with daddy issues, I'm the complete package" "But what of…” I cut him off "Isabella? Her body is smoking hot. She's basically like my childhood sweetheart, best woman to fuck with on the planet, she sure knows how to ride in style.”“No, I meant…” I cut him off once more "Now, some people might find it weird that I love my bodyguard, but I do. I mean, she's — I mean, he's always been there for me since the beginning, her— I mean his mysterious vibe just turns me the hell on"He had enough "I don’t care about your love life Romeo.” Detective rolen groaned, slamming his fists on the table "I’m asking you about your wife, Camilla."I scoffed. "Camilla? I couldn't care less. I don’t know a single thing about her.""But she's your wife”“My wife yes.
Carrie's POV I woke up in complete darkness. My body ached, my wrists sore from the rough surface I was laying on. The damp, musty air filled my lungs as I struggled to sit up. Panic set in as I reached forward, feeling nothing but cold stone. Where the hell am I?I screamed for help, my voice echoing through the walls which made me believe I was in some kind of cave. Alas, n there was no response. I started breathing faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to connect the dots together at what had happened.That's it!It was all coming back.*****Earlier that day…“Isn't that Diego?” I said, looking out my window, he had thick shades of black on. He seemed calm, but there was a glint in his eye that made me feel uneasy.What was so important that he needed me to go with him? He had texted me about it yesterday but I still had no idea what is it we were doing “Hello… Camilla,” he smirked. Now that he knows I'm not Camilla, I need to be careful around him“Save the p
Victor's POV I woke up to the loud beeping of the heart monitor. The scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils as my eyes fluttered open. My vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, I saw a familiar figure sitting beside me. I couldn't believe my eyes, I blinked a few times before whispering, "Carla?"The woman turned her head, and I immediately realized my mistake. It wasn’t Carla—it was Isabella.She let out a soft chuckle. "Carla? That must be the nurse's name. No, Victor. It's me. Isabella."I exhaled, my head pounding from the effort. "I'm sorry... What happened?"Isabella leaned forward, concern evident in her warm brown eyes. "Well to cut the story short, you fell from a balcony, Victor. Someone brought you here just in time."My brows furrowed. "Who?" Wasn't James pinned down? I mean he's the only one who was there with me. Unless…She hesitated before answering. "I don't know. But whoever it was, they saved your life."My mind reeled as I tried to piece everything togethe
Victor's POV There i was, leaning back in my chair, the dim light of my office casting weird shadows against the walls. My fingers hovered over my phone, my eyes glued to the message on the screen.My name is Carla.My breath hitched for a brief moment before I let out a smirk. So, she was finally making the move. I knew exactly who sent it. It was my bodyguard. The one who had been stuck with me on that damned island. The girl who I hadn't been able to stop thinking about since that day.Memories of that night flickered in my mind—her eyes, sharp yet vulnerable; the way her hands trembled when she aimed her gun at me, thinking she could pull the trigger; the heat between us when we were left alone together with no one else but ourselves to trust.A knock on the door soon snapped me back to the present."Who is it?" I asked, my voice kind of shaky."It's me sir, it's James."I sighed, dropping my phone onto the desk. "Come in."James walked in, looking like he had been dragged throug
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