Janice thought she had found her fairytale ending when she married Layden, the man who had captured her heart at first sight. She devoted herself entirely to their love, investing her dreams, time, and emotions into building a life with him. But soon after their wedding, the warmth in Layden's eyes began to fade. His once-loving words grew scarce, his touch distant. Late nights turned into entire nights away, always excused by work, until Janice found herself married to a ghost of the man she once adored. The man who once whispered sweet promises now blames her for everything wrong in their marriage. And when his frustrations turn into abuse, Janice realizes she is trapped in a love that is nothing but an illusion. At Layden’s promotion party, fate throws her into the path of Icarus Adonis Sebastian—his dangerously charming and ruthless boss. Icarus is no stranger to Janice; they share a past from college, where Layden had been the quiet, bookish type, and Icarus the untamed bad boy. Time has only refined his allure, and the moment their eyes meet, old embers ignite. But this time, Icarus isn’t just looking—he’s claiming. As Layden spirals deeper into cruelty, Janice finds herself drawn into Icarus’s orbit, where passion burns hotter than reason. But Icarus isn’t the kind of man who plays fair—when he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Janice. When love turns to torment and desire becomes a battleground, Janice must decide: does she fight for the marriage she once believed in, or does she let herself be consumed by the fire of a man who has never played by the rules? Because Icarus doesn’t just want her—he’s ready to burn down her entire world to have her.
View MoreHis hands were everywhere—rough, demanding, sliding over my skin as if they owned it. They gripped my breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. My nipples were already stiff, aching under his touch, and when he pinched them between his fingers, rolling and tugging, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, my body responding to him as if it were wired to his every move. I didn’t waste time. My hands fumbled with his suit, yanking at the jacket until it slid off his shoulders and hit the floor with a muffled thud. His tie came next, loosened and tossed aside, followed by his shirt, buttons popping open as I dragged it down his arms. His chest was bare now, muscles taut and inviting, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. I pushed him back onto the bed, and he went willingly, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over me. The way he looked at me—like he
Layden's grip tightened on my hand, the warmth of his touch grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my chest. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only him and me, standing at the altar, surrounded by the whispers and stares of onlookers. But none of that mattered. Not now. I looked up at him, my heart racing. His eyes, those deep brown pools, were filled with so many things—love, hope, and something deeper. Maybe it was the promise of forever. Maybe it was a quiet reassurance, an unspoken vow that no matter what had happened, we were here. Together. "Do you, Janice Felicia O'Brian, take Layden Francisco Casper to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the officiant’s voice broke through the quiet, his words echoing in the church. I took a steadying breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment. The decision I had made. It was all leading to this. "I do," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but firm. The officiant nodded, then turned to Layden. "And
"Girl, wake up!" Andra yelled, shaking me half-haphazardly.I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. "Nooo, Andra. What time is it?""It's 7 a.m.! You're going to be late for your own wedding!" she shrieked. "Wake up, Janice Felicia O'Brian!""Shit!" I cursed, jolting upright as panic surged through me. I was going to be late for my own wedding.Without sparing a second glance, I dashed into the bathroom, taking the fastest shower of my life. By the time I stepped out, Andra was already waiting, towel in hand. She helped dry my hair before sitting me in front of the mirror, her fingers already working their magic.I exhaled deeply, still catching my breath. "Thank you, Andra," I murmured sincerely.Finally taking a good look at her, I realized she was already showered, her makeup flawless, her hair done to perfection—though, true to Sandra fashion, she was still draped in her robe, no doubt savoring every moment before slipping into her dress."My mom and sister should be he
I turned off the water and stepped out, my skin still humming from the warmth. Grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried myself quickly, my breath unsteady as I walked to the mirror.The towel slipped from my grasp, pooling at my feet.I stared at my reflection, running my hands over my bare skin. My breasts were full, swollen with a need that had long gone unanswered. My hips curved in perfect symmetry, a silent invitation—one that had never been accepted.I had the body of a vixen and the mind of a nerd. Two sides of a coin that never should have fit together. But it was those two sides that had made Adonis swoon.A wistful smile tugged at my lips.Adonis.He had never tried to suppress my fire. He had wanted me exactly as I was—brains, beauty, and all the chaos in between.I sighed, shaking the thought away as I reached for my phone on the dresser. My heart did a stupid little jump, hoping for a missed call or a message from Layden.Nothing.I groaned in frustration, tossing my phone
The bass reverberated through my body, sinking into my skin like a second heartbeat. My limbs felt light, my head dizzy with a strange, electric rush.I swayed, arms thrown over the shoulders of some faceless stranger, laughing at nothing and everything. The heat of the bodies around me was suffocating, intoxicating. My heart raced, my skin burned, and I welcomed it.Until I felt it.A gaze.Heavy. Dark. Unyielding.It cut through the flashing lights, through the haze in my mind, through the feverish daze that had consumed me. A chill that had nothing to do with the air. A weight that settled over me like a slow drag of silk against bare skin.Someone was watching me.I stilled, my heart knocking against my ribs as my gaze flickered across the room. Everything was a blur of light and motion, but then I saw them—the booths in the far corner, nestled in the shadows, off-limits yet occupied. Unlike the rest of the room, wild with laughter and sin, those seats belonged to men who didn’t n
"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time. Andra was pulling my hair in every direction and going on and on about how, by the time she was done, I’d be wishing I joined her modeling agency."Just one more moment," she replied, clearly losing patience with my tantrums.Finally, she relented. "You can open your eyes now," she said, her voice full of excitement.I blinked and shot her a glare before turning to the mirror."Woah," I breathed, my voice laced with surprise. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I look hot."I wasn’t exaggerating. My emerald eyes were smoky, my ginger hair had been curled perfectly, and my lips—inviting, full—gave off an enthralling vibe. It was the kind of look that would make anyone take a second glance."I look beautiful," I smiled, genuinely impressed. "Thank you, Andra.""Told ya you’d like it," she teased, hands on her hips. "Now, for the costume... tada!"With a flourish, she pulled out a dress from behind her.I gasped.
Tell me, what could bring an insanely driven, successful woman to the dust? Love.Yes, you heard me—love. The kind I had for Layden Macarus James. What Layden and I shared was magic, the kind that makes you believe in forever. And if I had to give up everything for him again, I would. Anything to make him happy. "If I had known you’d keep zoning out, I wouldn’t have agreed to follow you here," Sandra teased, pinching me just hard enough to snap me out of my thoughts. Sandra, dark-skinned and effortlessly stunning with hazel eyes that seemed to pierce right through you, had legs that could stop traffic. She was always the picture of confidence, and her playful demeanor only added to her magnetic presence.We were at a bridal boutique—my wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would marry the man I loved the most, and we were waiting for the dresses the sales rep was going to show us. Sandra didn't even bother asking me what I wanted, and I trusted her. I mean, I was too tired emotionall
Tell me, what could bring an insanely driven, successful woman to the dust? Love.Yes, you heard me—love. The kind I had for Layden Macarus James. What Layden and I shared was magic, the kind that makes you believe in forever. And if I had to give up everything for him again, I would. Anything to make him happy. "If I had known you’d keep zoning out, I wouldn’t have agreed to follow you here," Sandra teased, pinching me just hard enough to snap me out of my thoughts. Sandra, dark-skinned and effortlessly stunning with hazel eyes that seemed to pierce right through you, had legs that could stop traffic. She was always the picture of confidence, and her playful demeanor only added to her magnetic presence.We were at a bridal boutique—my wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would marry the man I loved the most, and we were waiting for the dresses the sales rep was going to show us. Sandra didn't even bother asking me what I wanted, and I trusted her. I mean, I was too tired emotionall...
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