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ArthurI walked into my home, the familiar cold air embracing me like an old friend. The tension in my chest simmered beneath the surface as I thought about what lay ahead. Moore’s sister, Grey, Lucien... all of them were pieces in a game I’d been forced to pause five years ago. But now, I had all the cards in my hand again.Five years.Five years since Moore left me to die.The memory of that day still stung like a fresh wound, but I wasn’t the same man who had fallen for her harmless looks back then. When I woke up after barely surviving, the news was everywhere—plastered across every screen and paper. Moore had gone to jail after her attempted murder or murder on me.She had aligned herself with a man I had intended to use. It had been the perfect plan until she ruined everything. Until she almost cleared me in a web that eventually caused her ruin.I had no issues with her, I only saw her as the perfect place to hide until I had all the power to overthrow him. But now, she's just
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MooreI was still wrapped in the sheets, feeling a little better from the medicine I took, when the door opened. Vivian's figure stood in the doorway, her usual composed expression giving way to something slightly more concerned.“Your sister’s here ma'am.” she announced.My heart sank. Emily? Now? She wasn’t supposed to be here—wasn't she off in Europe for her studies? The last thing I needed was to face her. Not like this, not now.I only wanted her to pay for the clothes via invoice sent to her, but rather, she's here, In Lucien's home.I sat up, clutching the sheets closer to my chest, feeling utterly exposed, not just physically but emotionally. “Vivian, can you get the package from her? Tell her I’m... busy.”Vivian hesitated, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. “She’s refusing to hand it over. Says she needs to see you, and she sounds urgent.”My throat tightened. Urgent? Emily didn’t do “urgent.” She was always the calm, collected one, never rattled by anything. If she
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AthenaThe knock on the door before the push still couldn't take my mind away from last night's scenario. I couldn’t focus. Not at work, not anywhere. My mind kept replaying the moment—Lucien, cold and indifferent, touching me in front of another woman. I hate to admit that she is his wife now. Damn the fucking title! I should’ve felt triumphant, powerful even. Instead, a knot of frustration tightened in my chest. What did it mean? Was he training her? punishing or, or worse—trying to humiliate her?I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as Ethan stood in front of me. His charming, fearless demeanour only added to my irritation. He was supposed to be my ally, not Moore’s. Yet here he was, explaining why he was being "kind" to her.“Why are you so concerned about Moore?” I asked coldly, my voice laced with suspicion. I wasn’t in the mood for his games. His loyalty was starting to irritate me.And besides, why on earth is she not at work?He shrugged casually, his smirk
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Lucien“Tell me, what will you have done to him? I thought you didn’t care,” Gregory asked, placing the files in front of me with that same smug look he’d worn ever since I ordered Mauro’s release.“Greg…” I began.“He only helped her. You can’t just pull him away from his work because of that,” Gregory interjected. “I know you want to punish anyone who’s aided her, but taking that young man away from her will only make you look like a jealous husband. And you know what that means—people will think you actually care.”I didn’t lift my gaze from the files I was signing. Why was Gregory pushing for me to overlook this? Ethan from the hospital had dared to help Moore cover her tracks, all while the press screamed about her supposed infidelity—an affair just days into my marriage.The irony was, I didn’t care what the tabloids thought; in fact, I wanted her hated. But I couldn’t ignore the bitterness that surfaced at the thought. My reasons for wanting her despised went beyond public scru
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Moore.I paced relentlessly around the room, biting my nails in nervous, futile rebellion.Lucien will be home soon, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d do now. The air felt charged with an impending storm, and I was its sole target.I never felt this restless before, but after he left me with a warning of him returning and that I should be ready, plus my sister's revelation on her instructions to Mr. McWood, I find it hard to be calm.Why would my sister instruct Jordan to go to Lucien? What on earth did she expect him to do? If anything, Lucien would never care about my safety. If he was keeping me alive, it was only so he could be the one to end me himself, on his terms. The notion sent a shiver through my spine.The phone in my hand buzzed, and I jolted. It was the first time in five years that I'd held a gadget this freely, and I still wasn’t used to the feeling of having one again, the cold metal alien against my skin. Emily had insisted on it, a “gift” she said, though I c
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MooreThe questions roiled inside me, each one more troubling than the last. I watched as Lucien put his phone away, his gaze pinned on me with unsettling intensity. Vivian? What did he plan to do with her?I fought to keep my terror hidden, but his eyes seemed to see right through me. That smirk on his lips—it was as if he could hear every frantic thought racing through my mind.“You look worried, Moore,” he murmured, his voice smooth and dangerous. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Freedom from my money and my control?”I clenched my fists, trying to hold onto a shred of defiance. “My freedom isn’t yours to grant or deny.”But I needed to know why Vivian and her mother had been summoned.“Is that so?” His brow arched, a taunting gleam in his eye. “No questions? None at all?”The anger and fear twisted inside me, shame washing over me forever believing I could escape his grip.“What’s the matter?” he pressed, stepping closer, his voice a low, taunting whisper. “Cat got your tongue?”“I ju
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LucienI couldn't take my eyes away from her portrait as I sat quietly in my study.In a few minutes, it would be that day.The very day I lost her to the cold hands of death.All Moore's fault.“Daddy, I met someone today, and she looked just like Mommy.”“Guess what, Daddy? She's so kind to me.”“Daddy, I want her as my mommy. I want her to be my mommy.”“Daddy, just for the one year I’d have left, I want a mommy… I want her to follow me to school for the school play. I want her to watch me act Juliet.”“Daddy, she smiled at me. She loved me. Please, Daddy, marry her. Ask her to marry you. No one says no to you.”Her voice rang so deeply in my head that I found it hard to breathe.All Moore had to do five years ago was say yes. I just wanted her for a year because my little princess did.I had to go the extra mile, buying the largest shares in her father's damn company to get her. I couldn't court her properly because if she had at least given me an audience, I would have told her I
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MooreThe silence was suffocating, a cruel reminder of my place in this house. Watching Vivian's mother and two others silently clean up the mess Lucien had made while breaking into my room earlier made the lump in my throat even harder to swallow.They avoided my gaze, their movements tense and deliberate, as though I was the source of their misery. Just a few days here, and I had already made an enemy of myself. Lucien chasing Vivian away because of my recklessness had only solidified their disdain.I had tried to help—picking up broken pieces of wood, or anything I could—but the sharp, curt dismissal from Vivian’s mother made it clear: I was nothing more than a burden here.“Don’t make things worse for us,” she’d said, her tone cutting through me like a blade.I sank to the floor, clutching my knees as I stared blankly ahead, my mind spiraling down paths of regret and longing. What would my life have looked like if I had chosen differently?Maybe I would have been independent, weal
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MooreThe faint rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, alongside little murmur from people drew me reluctantly out of sleep.My body ached, a dull reminder of the night before, though it wasn’t as unbearable as I’d expected. Turning my head slightly, I stirred on the bed, the sharp edge of discomfort slicing through me as my back pressed against the mattress.“Good morning, Mrs. Giordano,” a voice greeted softly, breaking through my haze.It was Loretta, Vivian's mother. Her tone carried a stiffness I couldn’t miss. Another woman was with her, silently tidying the room. I wanted to tell her to drop the formalities and just call me Moore, but even that felt like an effort too great. My energy seemed drained, as if the bruises on my body had leached my strength.“Mrs. Giordano,” Loretta repeated, pausing to glance at me.I shifted, groaning softly. My back was exposed, the stinging coolness of freshly applied medication prickling against the raw lines etched there. Shame washe
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AthenaThe shrill cry of my alarm dragged me from the abyss of sleep. Or maybe it was the sunlight cutting across my face like an uninvited guest. I didn’t know which to curse more.With a growl, I flung my hand over the damn thing and hurled it across the room. The satisfying crash of it breaking did little to ease the pounding in my head. My eyes fluttered open, rebellion forming on my lips.But the pounding in my head? That was less so.“Chloe!” I bellowed, my voice hoarse and jagged as I turned over, wincing at the way my head felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. The pain wasn’t just a headache—it was a punishment.“Fucking Chloe!” I screamed again, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing.The door creaked open, and Chloe darted inside, her face a mix of panic and caution.“Miss Farris, you’re awake,” she said, her voice soft and hesitant.I squinted at her, my vision blurry, my irritation razor-sharp. “Stop statin
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Arthur“So, this is where the bastard lives…” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes at Lucien’s mansion. Its grandeur was excessive, even for someone like him. The sharp lines of the architecture and the pristine condition of the grounds screamed wealth and power. But to me, it was nothing more than a fortress hiding the devil.I sat in my car, engine humming softly, parked far enough not to draw attention. I wasn’t sure why I had come. Maybe it was curiosity or the inexplicable pull of unresolved hatred. Seven years. Seven damn years since Lucien betrayed me. And yet, here I was, staring at his domain like a predator stalking his prey.Lucien was a man of secrets, but his address? That was public knowledge. He probably didn’t care who knew where he lived because no one would dare challenge him—not directly, anyway.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening. What’s your endgame, Lucien?My phone vibrated, dragging me from my thoughts.“He hasn’t taken any ste
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Athena “Fucking Moore!”Lucien was supposed to be with me. He was supposed to be releasing his monsters on me like he always did, leaving me in a tangled mess of satisfaction and pain. It was the one thing that made me feel special, the one thing that made me believe I was his alone. And him, mine.But now, he had humiliated me.He had even went as far into asking someone to walk me out. To take me home, for God’s sake. Worse still, he had ordered his obedient little dog, Lillard, to escort me out of the mansion like I was some unwanted guest.He hated Moore—that much was obvious— and for everything with it, I hate her too. But there were other ways to punish her. Ways that didn’t involve denying me the only thing that tethered him to me. His body was mine. It had always been mine and now he's sharing it with her. The pain I had always looked forward to, he's giving it out.“I’m sorry, but Master said I must go home with you,” Lillard insisted, his face impassive as always. “I have
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LucienI stepped out of the Red Room, the door clicking shut behind me. Moore was still tied to the chair, her head slumped forward, her tears trailing her face, begging and calling me Master yet again. For the first time in years, I felt... conflicted.How could she be a virgin?The thought gnawed at me as I descended the staircase. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, trying to contain the swirling chaos in my mind. Moore—the same woman I married out of anger, the one I despised, the one I thought was nothing but a schemer, was untouched.The realization sent a strange pang through me, something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t guilt, but it lingered, heavy and uncomfortable, in my chest.I entered my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed distance—space to think, to process, to regain control of myself. She couldn’t see this moment of weakness. She couldn’t know that she had somehow managed to unsettle me.I strode into the bathroom, peeling off my clothes and trousers in
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Lucien.Her eyes shone with shock at my request. She's so unwise to think that would make me stop. “Go on, bite on it.”She rested her teeth on me after some reluctance that earn slaps upon slaps from me. I let out the groan I had suppressed since fucking her mouth, her siliva dripping down from my shaft.With one more deep throat fuck, I let out a more defiling noice, restricting my eyes from closing.I pulled out immediately and she gasped, painting heavily as I let go off her hair.She was now moaning loud, the viberator still clenched to her pussy. She viberated, unable to control the pressure of the toy.Sensing her release anytime soon, I picked up the whip and in one go let it land on her sex.She yelped in pain, the pleasure disappearing as she struggled admist the bondage, while also raising her head up, her mouth full with my precum and her siliva. “Please…” she begged, her body tensed. “Stop please.” “I haven't done anything Moore.” I replied picking up the wet wipe
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MooreThe pain from the sudden whip tore through me, momentarily drowning out the relentless vibrations tormenting my core. I gasped sharply, forgetting to suppress my moans, and instead let out a guttural cry."One—""Don't count!" he barked, his voice slicing through the room.I bit down hard on my lips to hold back my tears, the metallic tang of blood quickly spreading. His order left no room for defiance, yet I couldn’t let my thoughts remain unspoken."Why?" I asked, my voice trembling but insistent."You don't speak, Moo—""I don't speak?" I cut him off, coughing as the pain reverberated through my body. His glare darkened, his face twisting in barely contained rage. "You want me to stay silent and endure this punishment for something I know nothing about? Your daughter—""Shut up." His voice dropped, cold and lethal, his eyes ablaze with fury. It was the look of a man consumed by anguish—a man who had carried his grief for far too long. "You will not speak of anyone or anything
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MooreMy entire body ached, a relentless reminder of the night’s ordeal. Yet, against all reason, I found myself stealing glances at his maddeningly perfect form.I barely caught a glimpse of him, my focus entirely on escaping this room—whether it meant running out bare or risking another confrontation with him.He looked calm, too calm. Lucien’s icy demeanor, coupled with the deathly stillness in his eyes, was something that would haunt me for a long, long time.“Go ahead, Moore. I permit it,” he said, his tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. He sat on the edge of the bed, the brown rope dangling lazily in his hands. “I would’ve been highly disappointed if you didn’t attempt a run. Your sudden obedience scares me.”I took a hesitant step backward, then bolted for the door, my desperation fueling my every move. My hand fumbled with the knob, twisting and turning it as if my life depended on it.My body betrayed me with every motion—my bare breasts grazing the cold meta
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LucienShe obeyed quietly.It was infuriating, unnerving, even to see her so compliant. No protest. No witty retort. Just silence.She knelt, her hands resting on her lap, her body trembling from the cold seeping into her wet clothes. The air between us was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Her eyes darted toward the picture on the wall, the one I knew she recognized.“You know why I’m punishing you, Moore?” I asked, my voice low as I turned my attention to the tracks laid out before me. Each kit and toy meticulously arranged, every detail designed for her.“Punishing me?” she echoed, not as a question but as if correcting me.I didn’t turn to face her. Her defiance was nothing new. “Yes. You know why?”“Because I went into an unauthorized room,” she said, her voice steady despite the cold and tension.“That’s not all,” I replied evenly, sliding the hip belt off the track. My footsteps echoed faintly as I walked back toward her.Her gaze followed me, her eyes flickering with a mix
