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Grey"How dare you!"The fury in Moore’s voice sent a chill down my spine.I hadn’t expected this.Not from her.The murmurs from the crowd were growing, their whispers carrying an undeniable excitement. It hit me like a punch to the gut—Moore had planned this. Or maybe she hadn’t, but either way, she had turned the moment to her advantage almost instantly.Nora and I had underestimated her.Badly.When we received the invitation two days ago to Lucien Giordano’s exclusive luncheon in London, we had been skeptical. But declining an invitation from him wasn’t an option.It wasn’t until we arrived that we realized the mistake.Lucien had lured us here.And Moore… Moore had been his secret weapon.Seeing her enter with him, head held high, dressed like she belonged in his world, had sent Nora into a fit. She had called Moore every name in the book, whispering venom into my ear about how it must be a trick, how Lucien was just playing some pathetic game, and how badly we might have fallen
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Lucien"You must have guts to think you can hit my wife right in my presence. And at my party, no less."My voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and unforgiving.I took measured steps toward Moore, my gaze locking onto hers. Shock flickered in her eyes—she hadn’t expected me to intervene. But of course, she had taken full advantage of the opportunity I’d given her. She was making a spectacle, distracting everyone.Good.I met her eyes briefly before shifting my focus back to Grey. "What gave you that kind of nerve?"I had invited Moore’s enemies here to give her a chance at revenge. I had expected her to lash out—verbally, maybe humiliate them, twist the knife where it hurt most. But I hadn’t expected her to take it this far.She had gone beyond words.Maybe I was to blame for that. I had been brutal with her body, pushing her to her limits, breaking her down piece by piece. And now, she was channeling that same energy, mirroring the ruthlessness she had learned from me.For a b
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Moore “Finally…” I let out underneath my breath the moment Lucien was called up to the stage for his vote of thanks.Parties like this were never my cup of tea. I glanced at the time on my phone screen, it was just a few minutes to twelve midnight. The night was finally coming to an end, slipping away as though nothing humiliating had happened. I had expected Lucien to either take Grey’s side or, worse, humiliate me himself, but the fact that the night passed without incident left me unsettled. When in Italy, I had thought my coming to London was just to show to the world yet again how my husband hates me. But he had stood for me.After the unveiling of the product which Lucien handled effortlessly, our eyes met briefly while he was delivering yet another speech. That was the only acknowledgement I got from him. A single glance. Nothing more. “...It's with profound pleasure I thank you all for honoring this call at such short notice. Cheers to many great achievements in London
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Lucien"Hmmm" I hummed, my voice was calm, but my eyes were mischievous as they flicked downward to the stain on her underwear.Moore followed my gaze, her breath hitching before she scrambled to cover herself. But it was too late—I had already seen it."N…nothing," she stammered, her voice small.I tilted my head, my mind already making sense of what I saw. She was bleeding. It was that time of the month. I had seen it before. First with my sister when I was in high school, then with Felicity when she moved in with me. I knew how both of them grumbled through the week, irritated and uncomfortable. And now, Moore was in the same state.A few minutes ago, Lillard had come to me just as I was about to return to the property. He reported that Moore had disappeared. He had claimed she was going to the restroom, but thirty minutes had passed, and she hadn't returned.Lillard checked the restrooms but found nothing. He suspected she had either run away or had been taken.The idea of her run
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MooreA heavy warmth pressed against my side, anchoring me in place. My body stirred, still sluggish with sleep, but the unfamiliar weight around my waist sent a jolt of awareness through me.My eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me was different. The scent in the air was rich cedar and something distinctly masculine. Wasn’t mine. A slow, creeping dread settled in my gut.I stirred again, shifting slightly, but the moment my vision cleared, I was met with the strikingly beautiful features of a man.My brows furrowed in confusion. What…?Tilting my head slightly to get a better look, my breath caught in my throat.Lucien.Lucien was fucking lying next to me. How on earth is that even possible?My breath hitched. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me against him like I belonged there.Panic shot through me like lightning. How the hell did I end up in the same bed as him?His face, even in sleep, was carved with the kind of ruthless beauty that could make anyone fo
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MooreSomeone must have opened the curtains because the harsh rays of sunlight hit my face, searing through my closed eyelids and pulling me out of the depths of sleep. I could feel a gnawing hunger building in my stomach, an undeniable reminder that I had to wake up. There was no avoiding it. I opened my eyes, squinting against the sudden brightness.At first, everything was blurry. I turned my head on the bed, trying to figure out where I was. It didn’t look familiar. The soft, luxurious sheets beneath me were different from anything I’d slept in before. Slowly, my vision cleared, and I saw a woman standing near the bed, dressed in a simple yet elegant uniform, just like the domestic workers at the mansion."Loretta?" I mumbled, my voice groggy and thick from sleep."Good morning, Mrs. Giordano," the woman said in a soft, polite tone. Her voice was sweet, yet it sounded unfamiliar, one I swore I had never heard before.I blinked, still not fully awake, as I rubbed my face, trying to
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LucienI had never slept like that before.Deep. Uninterrupted.It was unsettling. Right after Ava died, I haven't been able to sleep for more than an hour.I would have woken up to nightmares about how she was hit by a running vehicle, a man who had long ceased breathing. I'll have dreams of how the doctors tried to save her.Those had haunted me for ever!Waking up and seeing Moore beside me was a shock I hadn't prepared for. I wasn’t the kind of man who could fall asleep easily, let alone stay asleep for more than an hour. And yet, I had spent over seven hours in bed, undisturbed, with her beside me.I sat up on the bed, my eyes on her peaceful face. Not only did I wrapped her up in my arms, I had my head snuggled right into her hair.I ran a hand through my hair, my mind replaying the events of the previous night.She had fallen asleep on my shoulder in the car, barely a few minutes after taking the painkillers. I had been taken aback when her head hit my shoulder so effortlessly,
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Lucien“The app is doing well sir,” Greg’s voice came through the phone. “We’re seeing excellent returns after just a few hours. The public’s responding better than we anticipated.”“Good,” I replied, trying to sound neutral, though my mind was far from it. “I’ll be back in the office tomorrow.”Greg chuckled. “So, you’re just waking up, you sa—”“Shut up,” I said, ending the call before he could end whatever it's he wanted to say. I wasn’t in the mood for his teasing. Just before I could fully concentrate on the view outside the building, I shove my sleeves up a little more, my hair messy as I hadn't combed or do anything just yet.Carolina , one of the staffs walked downstairs towards me. “Are you ready for breakfast now sir?”I tilted my head a little. “Is Moore up?”She raised her eyes, possibly wondering who Moore was. “We don't have two females sleeping in my room Carol, do we?” “Oh, no sir.” She said quickly, bowing while her face twitched with regrets. “I'm so sorry, I
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MooreLucien’s door was locked.I stood at the entrance, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on my skin. The scent of the food I had been cooking still clung to me, and I frowned, suddenly self-conscious. Should I have taken a shower before coming here? Maybe changed into something more… decent?I glanced down at my outfit—tiny shorts and a tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide my skin. The idea of facing Lucien like this made my stomach turn. Not because I cared what he thought, I told myself, but because I didn’t want him to think I had dressed this way for him. I would never do that.Would I?No. Absolutely not.Still, the urge to rush back to my room and grab a robe or something less revealing was strong. But I stayed put, pressing my hands together as I tried to steady myself. Whatever reason he had for calling me here, I doubted my outfit would be the focus.Lucien never needed a reason to be cruel.I wondered what my offens
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Lucien"But I'm cooking," Moore protested, her voice clipped, eyes fixed on the floor as if she were speaking to herself rather than me.The sheer audacity of her response made something snap inside me. Cooking? That was her excuse?My jaw clenched as I took a step closer, towering over her. "Did I ask?" My tone was sharp, edged with something dangerous.Her lips pressed into a thin line, and I saw it—the hesitation, the defiance she wanted to suppress but couldn’t completely hide.She was angry. I could see it in her. And it wasn't because I interrupted her cooking session or whatever hobby she picked up in my absence, but because Athena was there. She thought I invited Athena, to possibly humiliate her.But Alas does she know I wanted her, her pussy and not that of Athena's.No offense but I find it hard to fuck Athena anymore. I have this insatiable hunger to end our contacts, but that would only mean I wanted Moore. More than I had intended. I can't risk finding that out. “No.”
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Lucien"I know you better than anyone… So tell me, why did you linger in London when we could have actually taken care of everything perfectly well from Italy? You made me stay more than two weeks apart from my—"Gregory abruptly cut himself off, his frustration evident as he paced the length of the private jet."From your?" I arched a brow, narrowing my gaze at him.Greg hesitated, his jaw locking. He would rather bite his tongue than complete that sentence."I guess you already knew," he muttered, walking briskly towards the exit ramp, leaving me alone with my thoughts while I let out a slight chuckle.I didn't reply. Instead,I walked into the car, and leaned back against my seat, staring out of the small oval window. The city lights of Milan stretched beneath us, golden threads weaving through the night.I hadn't been able to get Moore out of my head for even a second, not even in the extra two days I spent in London. No matter how hard I tried, she kept invading my mind—her face,
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Arthur“The Venice deal is back on our radar after ghosting us. Lucien must have rejected them.”Eric's voice cut through the silence of my office as he strode toward me, placing a thick file on my desk.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the glossy surface of the proposal. Lucien must have felt insulted. That man had power—wealth beyond measure—and yet, it didn't take much to weaken an empire. A single crack in the foundation, the right pressure applied to the right wound, and even the strongest could crumble.And that was why I didn’t just want to beat Lucien in business. I needed to go deeper. I needed to strike where it would hurt the most.I have his whore wrapped in my hands for a starter and I'm pushing way beyond that.Eric pushed another file toward me, filled with details about Lucien’s holdings, movements, investments. But I was barely looking at them. For the past five years, I had been nothing more than a shadow, working behind the scenes, maneuverin
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MooreI froze at the sight of him.Jordan McWood.The last time I saw him, I’d been undressed, humiliated beyond words, and in no state to properly face him. And yet, here he was, standing right in front of me as if nothing had happened.Vivian had also been implicated in that rash decision of mine and I had hoped Lucien hadn't done anything to him too.He seemed like such a cool guy who stood for me even when he had no idea who I was.Without thinking, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him in a brief hug. It was instinctive, something I hadn’t planned, but it felt… right. He had been kind to me, and after everything, kindness was something I couldn’t take for granted.When I pulled away, I cleared my throat awkwardly, realizing what I’d just done. "Sorry," I muttered. "I just… I never got the chance to properly thank you for what you did for me that day."Jordan smiled. "You don’t have to thank me, Moo… Mrs Giodarno.""No, I do." I shook my head. "You went out of your way
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MooreI furrowed my brows, walking directly out of the hospital.Someone was waiting for me outside.A strange occurrence, considering who I am now. If it were Lucien, he wouldn’t have bothered with something as simple as waiting outside. He would have walked in like he owned the damn place, his presence enough to silence a room.Lillard? Possibly. But what reason did he have to meet me so urgently?I sighed, slipping my phone back into my uniform pocket as I made my way toward the exit. I had left Mirabel with Ethan for now, and I didn’t want to waste time on whatever nonsense this was.The moment I pushed the heavy hospital doors open and stepped into the crisp evening air, I stopped dead in my tracks.Grey Addison.For a split second, I didn’t recognize him.He looked like a man who had just crawled out of hell. His usual arrogance had been buried beneath exhaustion, his once-polished appearance now tainted with disorder and pain. His right arm was wrapped carefully, and even from
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Moore"You’re just determined to make Georgia hate you, aren’t you?" I said, glancing at Ethan as we walked side by side through the hospital hallway. His hands were full, carrying all the cleaning supplies like it was nothing."Well, I don’t give two fucks about her," he replied without hesitation, his tone cool and indifferent.I sighed, shaking my head. "You really don’t seem to understand that she likes you."Ethan shot me a sideways glance, his expression unreadable. "Are you interceding for her? That’s a shame." His voice was serious, but I caught the slight amusement beneath it.I frowned. "What? No. I just think you’re usually good at reading a room. This whole act of yours is only making her hate me more, though." I shrugged, resting my hands behind my back as we continued walking.Ethan ducked his head slightly, his piercing gaze settling on me. "Do you want her to like you?"I blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. It was unexpected. Ethan wasn’t exactly the typ
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Moore"It pays to be a billionaire’s wife. Only someone with such status will resume work three weeks after her first day," Brittany sneered, her sharp eyes narrowing in disgust.I remembered my first day at this hospital vividly—Brittany had hurled insult after insult at me.Now, nothing had changed.I glanced at her, my expression blank, radiating an indifference I knew would only piss her off more.I don’t give a damn what you think about me.I wasn’t here for Brittany or anyone else. I was looking for one person.Ethan.It felt like months since I last came here. The memories of that day were still raw, still bleeding.I had stopped coming after Ethan had given me those jackets, a moment of kindness that had cost me dearly.Lucien had punished me for it.By dragging Athena to his bedroom.By making me watch. He had also had me whipped the next morning, rendering my body useless while he also made sure my clothes, the very one I and Lillard got were burned.A violent shudder ran do
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AthenaMoore was carried by Lucien!I stared at my phone, frozen.The image burned into my mind like a cruel joke, one I couldn't wake up from. My grip tightened around the device as my anger swelled, boiling over with every second I continued to look.The headline at the top of the article taunted me, even though my name wasn’t mentioned.“Billionaire elite Lucien Giordano spotted outside his launch event carrying his once-disgraced wife in his arms. Has he finally forgiven her for the humiliation she caused him six years ago?”Wife… why do they call him his wife? Moore is no wife to Lucien!I scrolled, unable to take my eyes away, another one followed.“Enemies to lovers? Has the great Lucien Giordano rekindled his past love with Moore?”My breath hitched. I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs.No.This wasn’t the Lucien I knew. There was no way in hell he would do that for Moore. For her.Lucien never looked at her the way he looked at me.He had never carried me bef
