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The Weight of Desire
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2025-03-21 12:46:17
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Orion’s POV“Take me to the office.” My voice was sharp, cutting through the silence of the car like a blade. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and nodded, pulling away from the curb. I leaned back, resting my elbow against the window, fingers brushing my jaw. Last night played on repeat in my head, refusing to quiet down. I had lost it. Completely. Mason. The thought of his name alone sent a slow burn through my veins. If that bastard even thought of taking another step toward Ava—of breathing the same air as her—I’d make sure he learned a lesson he’d never forget. No one touched what was mine. Ava. My chest tightened, softening the sharp edge of my anger. How had it come to this? How had I fallen so damn hard for her? It was beyond logic, beyond anything I could explain. Her smile—when she actually allowed herself to let her guard down—lit up every dark corner of me. Her fire when she snapped back at me, the way she challenged me instead of cowering, o
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Orion’s POVA meeting with Theo had already been scheduled. Yet, I couldn’t sit still. Throughout the goddamn meeting, my foot tapped rhythmically against the marble floor beneath the table, a nervous tick I didn’t bother to suppress. My thumb rubbed absently over my cufflink, every nerve in my body taut. The discussion had devolved into monotonous chatter about models and contracts, but my mind? It was a battlefield. Ava. Mason. The image of him standing close to her—too close—burned behind my eyes like acid. Why the hell was he still looming around her? I had warned him. I had made it crystal clear that if he didn’t stay the fuck away from Ava, I’d leave him blind and crawling on the floor. And yet, there he was, still hovering like a vulture. What is she even doing with him? That question twisted in my gut, a mix of rage and something that felt dangerously like betrayal. Had I not done enough to remind her that she belonged to me? That I wouldn’t tolerate anyone else near
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Ava's POVI sat in my office chair, staring out at the city skyline as the morning sun glared through the glass panes. My mind, however, wasn’t on work. It drifted back to the confrontation earlier that morning, and I still couldn’t decide if I was more angry or disgusted. My father. I hadn’t heard from him in months—not since the hospital scene—but seeing him today was like reopening an old wound I’d tried so hard to close. I had been on my way into the office building when I spotted him standing by the building’s entrance with her—his new wife. He looked smug, as though he had the upper hand already. I almost turned and walked the other way, but something in me refused to back down. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” I’d said, my tone as icy as the chill in the air. “Is that any way to greet your father?” Mr. Rodriguez’s voice oozed false disappointment. He looked thinner than I remembered, but the gleam of manipulation in his eyes was all too familiar. Beside him, his
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Orion's POV I stood there, my hand hovering over the door handle, my mind racing. The voice had caught me off guard. I cleared my throat, stepping into the room, my presence undeniable. Chloe turned to face me, the tension thick in the air. Her face was a mask of unease as she tried to say something but decided at the last minute to keep quiet.My mother's condition had rattled me. Seeing her like that made me feel like an inadequate son. Why didn't she just stay at her own mansion where she had servants at her beck and call?I stared at Chloe, my voice cold and controlled as I tried to focus on one of the reasons I had to come back as quickly as I could. “I’ll ask you this only one time, Chloe. Did you send any message or phone call or anything at all to my wife?”“Your wife?” She spat angrily.“Don’t make me ask again, Chloe.”Chloe blinked rapidly, her façade cracking for a moment. She hesitated, but I could see the way her eyes darted, the nervous flicker of guilt. She knew so
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Reclaiming His Bride A Bitter Rescue
Orion’s POV“Holly?” I called out, my voice laced with shock. Ava’s head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. “I just missed you,” Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “Holly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didn’t notify me about this visit.” Holly’s next words landed like a thunderclap. “That’s because he’s dead.” “What?” Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. “What do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?” she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Holly’s gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, “It’s Dad.” She looked directly at Ava, fear etched
Reclaiming His Bride Mason's Betrayal
Orion’s POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloe’s voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time she’d called after the scandal had faded—her calm, unnervingly calculated tone—it had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.“I want you there at six,” she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. “Or I’ll make sure this goes public. Think I’m bluffing? I’ve got a video that’ll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how she’ll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think she’ll feel watching our sex video?”The poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. “Remember Chicago?” Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. “I
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Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t
Reclaiming His Bride Power Plays and Betrayals
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Reclaiming His Bride The Masked Intruder
Ava’s POVThe moment I saw the figure step into view, cloaked in black with their face obscured by a mask, my blood ran cold. A scream ripped from my throat, piercing through the suffocating silence of the house. I didn’t wait to see what they would do next. My instincts screamed at me to run.I turned and bolted back up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I made it halfway to my room when I felt a rough hand wrap around my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I almost lost my balance.“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting and struggling, my free hand clawing at the iron grip that held me. The figure said nothing, their strength overwhelming as they began dragging me toward the stairs.“No! Let me go, you son of a gun!” I kicked and squirmed, planting my feet against the floor and grabbing the railing, anything to slow them down. My nails dug into the wood, and I screamed again, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would hear me.And I ask again, wh
