Victor’s POV
The 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 into my palm. Blood dripped onto the desk, pooling around the ruined crystal. The man flinched as I stood, the anger radiating off me in waves. I strode toward him, grabbing his collar and pulling him close. “Get the car ready,” I hissed, my voice dangerously low. He nodded frantically and bolted from the room. I turned to the safe behind my desk, spinning the dial with precision. Inside was my gun, sleek and deadly. I retrieved it, shoving it into my holster. Picking up the phone, I called my secretary. “Hold all my appointments for the day. I’ll be out.” I didn’t wait for her response before slamming the receiver down. **************** The drive to the base was silent, my man at the wheel. My thoughts churned with rage and determination. “I won’t fail again” I hissed under my breath. When we arrived, I scanned the area. Four guards stood as lookouts, their positions careless and out of place. Amateurs. I took down the nearest one with a swift blow, dragging his unconscious body into the shadows. Using him as a human shield, I stepped into the open as the other guards opened fire. Bullets ricocheted off the man’s body, and I felt the weight of him sag against me. “Now!” I barked, and my man fired, taking down the remaining guards with precision. I dropped the body and entered the base, each step calculated. The halls were narrow, filled with the stench of sweat and fear. One by one, I incapacitated anyone who dared to come at me, leaving a trail of groaning bodies behind. Finally, I reached the main room. The boss sat behind a desk, his bodyguards flanking him, their guns pointed at me, almost like they were expecting me. “You’ve made a mess of my place, Victor,” the boss drawled, leaning back in his chair. I laughed, raising my gun. “I’ve only just begun.” Before anyone could react, I moved, disarming one of the guards and using him as leverage. The boss cursed as I grabbed him by the neck, pressing my gun to his temple. “Call off your men,” I ordered. His lips twisted in defiance, but he relented, barking the command. “Stand down men" “Now, the briefcase,” I demanded. One of his men hesitated before placing it on the desk. Still holding the boss, I grabbed the case, keeping my eyes on the room. But then, something unexpected happened. “Let him go, Victor,” came the voice of my own man. I turned to see him aiming his gun at me, his hands steady. I froze, disbelief flooding my veins. Betrayed by one of my very own. “So you'd betray me? I took you in and gave you a job you ungrateful bastard!" He smirked. “It’s just business.” Slowly, I released the boss, raising my hands. “I’ll give you the briefcase,” I said, my voice calm. But as I turned, I kicked the gun from his hand, sending it skittering across the floor. We fought, punches landing hard and fast, but I gained the upper hand, delivering a blow that sent him sprawling. Grabbing the briefcase, I bolted, my feet pounding against the floor. I called James, shouting into the phone, “Five minutes! Be here!” Reaching the roof, I slammed the hatch shut behind me, barricading it. But it wouldn’t hold for long. The boss and his men found another way up, surrounding me. I backed toward the edge, the briefcase clutched tightly. “You’ve got nowhere to run now Victor,” the boss sneered. I smirked and stepped off the roof. Their shouts echoed above as I grabbed onto the helicopter’s ladder, the wind whipping against my face. James pulled me aboard, and I laughed, holding the briefcase aloft. “We need better help,” I muttered. James glanced at me. “Your father requested you go for a wedding fitting today.” The reminder soured my mood instantly. Now I'd have to deal with seeing that bitch Camilla. “Drop me off at the shop,” I said, leaning back with a scowl. ************** Carrie’s POV I stared at the mirror, hating the dress I wore. It was beautiful, sure, but it wasn’t mine, it was Camillas’. This wasn’t the wedding I’d dreamed of. The shopkeeper brought another gown, “another one?" I sighed, trying it on. As I stepped out of the changing room, I froze. Victor had just walked in, a briefcase in hand. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time stopped. He looked away quickly, but I could have sworn he blushed. “Your suit is ready, sir,” the shopkeeper said, leading him away. I turned back to the mirror, shaking off the feeling of guilt I'd felt. What was I thinking? Victor returned, dressed sharply in a fitted suit that boldly showed his broad shoulders. I tried not to notice but failed miserably. “You’re done, right?” he asked the shopkeeper impatiently. “Not quite. We need pre-wedding photos.” I groaned inwardly but stood beside him as instructed. The photographer adjusted our positions, placing my hands on Victor’s shoulders and his on my waist. Our eyes met again, and I noticed a scar on his neck. I tried not to look at it but curiosity got the better of me, and I reached to pull his collar down to better see. He grabbed my wrist, startling me, and we lost balance, falling to the floor. I landed on his chest, our faces inches apart. “Sorry,” I mumbled, scrambling to my feet. Victor didn’t respond immediately, his expression unreadable. Finally, he stood up, brushing himself off. “Pick your dress. We’re leaving.” I had finished before him and while waiting, my gaze fell on the briefcase. Something about the symbol on its side nagged at me. Where had I seen it before? Reaching out, I tried to open it, but Victor stormed back in, his eyes blazing. “Don’t touch that!” he snapped, snatching it away. “I was just—” “Let’s go,” he said, cutting me off. So rude As we walked out, I remembered my phone. “I left it in the changing room,” I said, hurrying back. A woman in red was there, holding it. “Looking for this?” “Yes, thank you,” I said, taking it. She smiled, her eyes sharp. “Have fun at the wedding Camilla” Her words sent a chill down my spine as I walked away, clutching the phone tightly. ************ “So that was Camilla Estella huh? This is gonna be fun. It's time to crash a wedding"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
Carrie's POV My heart pounded as I slowly walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Victor at the altar. The grand hall was eerily silent despite the hum of guests and the soft melody of the piano. My white wedding gown weighed heavily on me, much like the secrets I'd been carrying.Victor stood at the end of the aisle, his expression unreadable. Beside him was a priest. He wore a long, dark cloak that obscured most of his face. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced ominously along the walls, making the entire scene feel surreal.As I reached halfway, my feet began to falter. I stopped, trembling and afraid. “I’m not Camilla,” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I don’t belong here! I want to leave!”Gasps erupted from the audience, but before I could even take a step back, Victor surged forward. His iron grip latched onto my wrist, yanking me close.“Ouch Victor you're hurting me" Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss. I struggled all I
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
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 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 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 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 The music that played was loud, but nothing could drown out the pounding in my heart as I looked at Victor.There he was in front of me, surrounded by women like a king in his inner room.Behind this glittering mask and the heavy makeup, I was no one to him, just another girl for him to feast on.“Have we met?" He asked, looking up at me with that lazy, smug smile of his.“No" I shot, trying to hide the anger in my voice “Well you look familiar" he said, reaching out to grab my wrist.I stepped back, slapping his hand away. "Well we haven’t met. You don't look like someone who's easy to forget"He raised an eyebrow. "Feisty. I like that."I rolled my eyes, turning around without another word and walking out of the room. The door clicked shut behind me as I yanked the mask off and took in a deep breath."You’re a damn fool, Caroline," I muttered under my breath. "Thinking he had changed. Once an asshole, always an asshole"I had let myself believe, even for a second, tha
Carrie's POV I turned slowly, looking at who it was, Victor still deep inside me."I-I'm so sorry, sir, madam!" the maid stammered, her face the color of ripe tomatoes as she walked backward, quickly shutting the door.Victor chuckled. "You’re my wife aren't you? We’re allowed to have sex""Shut up” I said, turning my face away.Wife?If only he knew…He laid beside me, I curled into his arms, enjoying the warmth, his arm wrapped protectively around me. His breathing slowed down until he went quite.We both drifted off to sleep. *******Morning came, the sunlight shining through the curtains. I stretched, my fingers automatically scratching at my scalp. Something felt... off. My hair?No—my wig!I shot upright immediately and looked around the bed. Panic starting to set in, until I spotted it—resting like a trophy on Victor’s head.I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud. He looked ridiculous, but oddly adorable.Giggling quietly, I walked over, gently lifting the wig fro
Victor's POV The sound of her moan turned me on even more. Who knew Camilla could be this fucking amazing “Baby scream for me" I whispered, sticking yet another finger inside her.“Victor…” she managed to mutter between moans, "Stop… you're drunk" Drunk? I'll show you drunkI removed my fingers and stood beside the bed, Camilla turned in confusion “Wha…” I didn't let her finish, I dragged both her legs back and flipped her over, holding her two hands in place."Victor wai…" I pushed my dick inside her anus and started pounding her. She was tight but I didn't care, I liked it rough “Vi.. i.. i.." Her speech was cut in pieces as her body moved front and back, her large breasts bouncing as a result She screamed in pain but all I felt was pleasure.Minutes in and I started to feel my dick falling to sleep, I stopped, pulling her hair and bringing her to her feet then her knees.This wasn't the time for my dick to fall, she needed to give it a good pump I pushed her head back, her
Carrie’s POV The chandeliers glittered like a thousand stars above my head as Victor led me into the grand ballroom, with our arms intertwined. “Mr. and Mrs. Reaper,” the doorman announced.Heads turned. Whispers soon filled the room. "Is that… his wife? I've never seen them together.""I heard they keep her locked up.""I heard she's just a mistress”I stood taller, pretending not to hear a thing, even though every word hurt.And then she appeared.Isabella.Wearing a silver dress that clung to her body, revealing her curves, she sashayed over and planted a kiss on Victor’s cheek, leaving behind a faint red stain. She turned to me, her eyes glinting like polished glass.“Oh, Camilla,” she said, her voice too sweet it gave me cavities. “Isn’t your outfit meant for a garden party? This isn't the kind of gathering you wear such horrid clothes to”I smiled, my lips curled in a fake smile. “Funny. I could say the same about your attitude.”Victor chuckled under his breath, then leaned
Victor's POV I stood there in my office, hands buried in my pockets as I stared out the tall glass window overlooking the city skyline. The sun bathed the skyscrapers in golden light, but my thoughts were far away.Camilla…A smile tugged at my lips as her name filled my mind. My undeniablely beautiful, slightly fierce, and weird wife. I tilted my head slightly, recalling how she moved that day—swift, calm and deadly.“When did she learn to fight like that?” I muttered to himself, amused. “And since when did she know how to handle a gun?”The thought didn’t disturb me. It just intrigued me.I pulled out my phone and dialed James.“Sir?” James answered on the second ring.“I heard there’s a carnival in town,” I said, tone calm but firm. “I want a day planned there for Camilla and I. I want everything ready in 25 minutes. I’ll handle the rest.”“Yes, sir.”I ended the call, grabbed my coat, and headed out. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. I strangely wanted to spend time with
Carrie's POV "You better not drop me, Camilla!" Victor barked, his voice edged with panic as he hung on to my other hand for dear life, his palms slick with sweat and I could feel him slowly slipping.Below us, a violent stream rushed past jagged rocks, the sound of rushing water echoing off the stone walls of the cave.I gritted my teeth, my other hand gripping the crumbling edge of the cliff. "Don’t tempt me."Victor’s eyes widened. "Huh? You’re actually thinking about it!"I said nothing. Truth was, the idea crossed my mind. But I needed him. Not just because he was a key factor to my plan for ultimate revenge. I needed him because, deep down, despite everything, he was all I had right now.His hand slipped again slightly. "I can’t believe I’m gonna die like this! This is pathetic!""Shut up, Victor. I think I’ve got an idea.""No. No more of your—""Listen to me you good for nothing son of a bitch!" I snapped. "I’m going to swing you up. Once you’re up, you pull me, okay? We don’
Victor's POV “I can’t see a damn thing,” I muttered, squinting into the darkness of the cave. I reached into my pocket for my phone.Camilla, who I assume was standing a few feet away with her arms crossed, spoke up. “Don’t!”I let out a short laugh. “Relax. I just need some light,” I said, pressing the power button. But the screen stayed black. My phone was dead.Camilla sighed in relief. “I think we should probably leave now.”I so wasn’t having it. “Not until I found some light.” I reached into my other pocket, pulling out a small torch. But before I could switch it on, Camilla kicked it from my hand.“What the hell?” I shouted.Ignoring me, Camilla took a step back. In my frustration, I let go of the cave door to roll toward the fallen torch. But as I did, the heavy stone door slammed shut behind me.Camilla groaned. “Please tell me there’s someone on the other side who can open that.”I clicked on the torch and shined it at the door, my jaw tightening. “Nope.”Camilla smacked
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