**Nina's POV**I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My auburn curls cascaded down my shoulders, framing my face. I was dressed in a fitted emerald gown that hugged every curve, the color enhancing the fiery determination in my hazel eyes. Today wasn’t just another day. Today, I would reclaim my identity, my pride, and my dignity. I adjusted the diamond necklace on my neck—the very one my late father gave me. His words echoed in my mind: *"Nina, never let anyone dim your light."*The clock chimed softly in the background as the housekeeper, Louise, poked her head into the room. “Miss McDonald, it’s time. The guests are waiting.”“Let them wait,” I murmured, my voice calm yet laced with steel. But then something caught my attention—a notification on my laptop. I turned and saw Xander, my assistant, gesturing for me to answer a video call.“Miss Nina, Mr. Leonard Diego has arrived,” Thunder, my security lead, announced.I froze for a second, then let out a soft breat
Nina's POVI had never imagined a moment like this. It felt like something out of a surreal movie—a dream I couldn’t wake up from. There I was, standing in the middle of an extravagant banquet, the center of attention, and yet, all I felt was the weight of the decisions pressing down on me. Four men—four powerful, influential men—kneeling in front of me, each offering their heart, their loyalty, and their future. And I, caught in the chaos of it all, didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. But what was truly baffling was that none of them truly understood who I was—not the person I had worked so hard to become.I could see their faces as I looked down at them. Matthew’s intense gaze, as if he was certain that my answer would be yes. Leonard’s hopeful, almost desperate eyes, pleading with me as if he truly believed we had some unfinished story. And then there was Jordan, my ex-husband, the man who had once promised me everything but ended up shattering my world.I could feel my h
Rated 18+!Wedding sex!!He carried me to the room, after the banquet. This was the first time I came to his house! It was so big and beautiful.We got to the bed room, I could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead ofprecum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, husband, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." I licked my lips."You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for the night." He teased me. His hands felt wonderful on my breasts. "Oh Mark Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks."I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder as he rolled them with his thumb and massaged with taunt stroking circular pressure. My pussy was drooling in my panties. "My naughty pussy is feeling very naughtywet.""I love naughty wet pussy." He replied as he imagined the deep red darkness of my panties soaked with my
Miranda's POVI leaned back in my chair, staring out the window of my Paris office as the sun dipped behind the city’s skyline. Paris had always been a place of inspiration for me, a city of dreams and love. But at that moment, the Eiffel Tower’s glow felt distant and cold. My life had become a whirlwind of responsibilities since my father’s passing a year ago. As his only child, I had inherited everything—his company, his estate, his legacy. Towers Corporations was now my responsibility, and I was determined to prove I could uphold his name.Despite the weight of it all, there was one anchor in my life that kept me grounded—my husband, Desmond. Desmond Howard had been my college sweetheart, the man I fell hopelessly in love with and married two years ago. I trusted him implicitly, loved him unconditionally. He was my safe haven in a world filled with boardroom battles and corporate politics. His charm, his smile, the way he supported me even when I doubted myself—it all reminded me w
**Miranda’s POV** My heart was pounding, each beat thudding like a drum in my chest as I opened the door to our bedroom. The sight that greeted me made my knees weaken, my breath catching in my throat. My husband, Desmond, the man I had fought my family for, the man I’d spent two years loving despite their warnings, was lying in our bed with my cousin—Brenda. Brenda’s bare shoulders peeked out from beneath the sheets as she clutched them to her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment. Desmond didn’t even try to cover himself. Instead, he looked at me with wide eyes, his lips parting as though he had something to say. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of my own breathing, sharp and ragged, as the betrayal of the scene before me sank in. “Miranda… I can explain—” Desmond began, his tone calm yet pleading, as if he believed there was some version of this situation where I wouldn’t explode in fury. “Explain?” I hissed, my voice trembling but gaining s
Another family.Laila’s POVMy name is Laila Martins, daughter of the late Emperor Martins—one of the wealthiest and most influential men in London. You’d think my life was a dream come true, filled with luxury, privilege, and endless opportunities. But that’s far from the truth.Since my father’s untimely death, my existence has been nothing short of a nightmare. I’m nothing but a maidservant in the very house I was born into. My father, after my mother’s tragic death during my childbirth, married another woman. At first, my stepmother was kind and loving—a true angel sent to heal our broken family. But the moment she gave birth to my stepsister Mara, her mask slipped. She became a tyrant, and Mara, my supposed sister, transformed into a demon in human form.I still remember the first time they turned against me. Mara had broken one of my father’s priceless vases, and when I tried to explain what had happened, my stepmother slapped me so hard my ears rang.“Don’t you dare accuse my d
Miranda's POVWhen I emerged from the riverside, water dripped from my borrowed body, pooling at my feet as the early sun warmed my skin. My breath came in short gasps, my mind racing. I wasn’t Miranda anymore. No, not in this reality. My reflection earlier had confirmed it—I now inhabited Laila Martins’ body. A fresh chance, a twisted kind of miracle. I straightened my spine, wiping away the salty tears that mingled with the ocean’s residue. If the heavens had given me this second chance, I wasn’t going to waste it.Standing by the road, I hailed a taxi with a trembling hand. The driver, an older man with kind eyes, gave me a curious glance."Miss Martins?" he asked, tilting his cap."Yes," I managed to say, voice steadier than I felt. Laila’s voice. Soft, melodic, yet weighed down with sadness.He nodded and began driving. For the next ten minutes, I stared out the window, my mind spinning. Laila’s memories were faint but present, like whispers at the back of my mind. I wasn’t just
Miranda/Laila’s POVTo be frank, I couldn’t understand why this man, Mr. Williams, was so insistent on making my life miserable. Ever since I walked into the Emperor’s Company as Laila, he had been an active conspirator with my stepmother, Hamilton, and her daughter, Mara. They were all set on ensuring I wouldn’t become the CEO. Little did they know, I was not just Laila; I was Miranda, and I was more prepared than any of them could imagine. Every word, every action they took against Laila before her untimely death, would be repaid tenfold. Today wasn’t just about taking control of this company—it was about serving long-overdue justice.I straightened my back and looked around the room with a calm yet calculating smile. My stepmother’s smug expression, Mara’s barely concealed arrogance, and Mr. Williams’ defiance all fueled the fire inside me. They thought they could challenge me? Oh, how little they knew.“You don’t have all the shares!” Mr. Williams interrupted, his voice loud and m
Laila’s POV I continued to run through the dark, damp basement, my heart hammering in my chest as the man pursued me relentlessly. Each of my footsteps echoed in the vast, empty space, and I couldn’t believe I had come here alone. What was I thinking? What had possessed me to ignore Lance’s warnings? I should’ve listened to him. Now, here I was, running for my life, the walls closing in around me as I realized I had made a grave mistake. I stumbled, my foot catching on something hidden in the shadows, and fell to the ground. Pain shot through my knees, but I didn’t have the luxury to stop and nurse the wound. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and my pulse quickened. “Hamilton,” I gasped, my voice trembling with fear, “Please… you don’t have to kill me.” I wasn’t sure if I was pleading for my life or bargaining for a way out, but I had to try something. “I’ll give you money! I’ll give you anything you want! I’ll give you back the company!
Laila’s POV Mr. Williams slowly looked at Hamilton, a bitter smile curling at the edges of his lips as he braced himself for what was coming. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now glinted with the realization that he had outlived his usefulness. The situation had shifted drastically, and the cold air seemed to settle heavier with each passing second. "You really thought you could just use me, didn’t you?" Mr. Williams’ voice was raspy but laced with a cold edge of sarcasm. He turned his gaze to Hamilton, his old ally, but now she was nothing more than an enemy. "I was your friend once, Hamilton. A loyal one. And this is how you repay me?" Hamilton stood motionless, her expression frozen in a mask of rage and contempt. "You were never a friend, Mr. Williams," she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with venom. "You were always a means to an end. Nothing more." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grimace. "A means to an end...?” he repeated, his voice betraying a tr
Laila’s POV I couldn't believe it. Everything that had happened up until this point felt like it was straight out of a nightmare—only, this was my reality. I was standing in the middle of a dark, damp basement, the air thick with tension and the smell of mildew, and yet, it felt like I was suffocating from the weight of betrayal. Mr. Williams’ words echoed in my mind: "You have one task—get out of this basement alive, and you’ll get the proof." The audacity. I had come here trusting him, believing his promises. He seemed genuine, his voice calm and reassuring when he spoke to me on the phone. But now, standing here, staring at him with a twisted smile on his face, I realized how wrong I had been. How could I have been so naive? I had ignored Nolan’s warning. I should have listened to him. Nolan had always been there for me, offering his wisdom and caution when I needed it most. But instead, I had decided to trust Mr. Williams, thinking that he was the key to uncovering the tru
**Hamilton's POV** I was in my office when the call came in. It was a frantic voice on the other end, trembling with fear and urgency. “Mrs. Hamilton, it’s about your daughter... Mara.” My heart dropped before I even heard the rest of the sentence. “She was pushed... we don’t know who did it, but she was found lying in the kitchen of the Mountain’s Group of Companies... and she’s been... hurt.” My mind couldn’t make sense of the words, but the panic in the voice was clear. They told me Mara was still breathing, just barely. Without wasting a second, I ordered the ambulance to be sent immediately. My hands were shaking as I hung up, feeling like the world was collapsing around me. What happened? Who would do this to my little girl? The journey to the company felt like an eternity. Every second, every heartbeat, was filled with dread. I couldn’t imagine her in that condition. It felt like the air itself had thickened, and the suffocating fear clung to me. When we arrived, I saw her,
Hamilton’s POV We had just been celebrating our latest triumph. The business was thriving, and every new plan we executed was a success. We were stealing Lila’s clients, breaking down her network one piece at a time. The feeling of victory was sweet, and I couldn’t help but smile as Mr. Williams and I sat together, discussing how far we’d come. “I’ll take you out for coffee,” I told Mr. Williams. “Let’s celebrate. We’ve earned it.” He smiled, clearly as pleased with our success as I was. Just as we were settling into the idea of a relaxing break, a sudden, sharp realization hit me. The Redwood Furniture Company, one of our major suppliers, hadn’t responded to our latest inquiry about stock mandates. My stomach turned. We had been relying on them for a crucial shipment, and without it, everything could come crashing down. I glanced at Mr. Williams. “Did they respond to your call?” I asked. He picked up his phone again, dialing the number. But his expression shifted almost immed
**Laila’s POV** I was determined to get to the root of this. I couldn’t let Michael’s lies go unpunished, especially after everything he had done. The moment I heard they had apprehended the criminal, I knew I couldn’t waste time. Without hesitation, I decided to follow Nolan to meet him. As we arrived, I could see the fear in Michael's eyes. He refused to speak unless I gave him something in return. The arrogance in his voice grated on my nerves. "I'll only tell you the truth when you sleep with me," he said, his voice dripping with smugness. I clenched my fists, fighting the surge of anger coursing through me. My company, my reputation, everything I had worked for was hanging by a thread. I was not the type to trust easily, but I had no other choice but to take this step. My heart was pounding, but my face remained steely, betraying no emotion. The knife in my hand gleamed under the dim light, and I stepped closer to him, my eyes narrowing. "Tell me what happened. Why did you d
Laila’s POV I’m so thankful for Nolan. He’s been my anchor, the only person I can trust, especially when everything else around me felt like it was closing in. Every time I thought I couldn’t face the overwhelming pressure of these accusations, he would be there, showing up with that reassuring calm in his eyes. I had no idea what this woman and the man with her were planning. I didn’t understand why they had come to my hotel, why they were accusing my security team of something so vile. But Nolan always seemed to have a way of cutting through the noise. "I’m not making any payments until I’m sure,” I had said to them, trying to stand my ground despite the anger and frustration burning in my chest. “We need an investigation. It’s not right to just pay without proof.” But before I could say more, Nolan had pulled me aside, his voice low and urgent. “It’s a setup, Laila. They’re trying to ruin us, trying to tarnish the reputation of this hotel. Someone has been targeting us from
**Laila's POV:** Every single day, I walk into the office with the heavy weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. It’s as if the universe conspires to test me, one problem at a time, with no relief in sight. And yet, I have no choice but to face it. Someone, somewhere, is working against me. There’s no other explanation. I can feel their eyes on me, their whispers in the shadows. My rivals, my enemies—they are always lurking, waiting for an opening to devour me and, more importantly, my father’s company. I’ve spent my entire life building this empire, and now, with the way things are going, it feels like I’m standing on the edge, waiting to be pushed off. They don’t want me here. They don’t want me to have this second chance that fate has granted me, but I won’t let them take it away. This is my opportunity to prove myself, to show them all that I’m not just some helpless pawn. I’ll fight with everything I have. This morning, as I sat in my office, trying to focus on the endle
**Nolan’s POV:** I was famished—having skipped lunch before the board meeting had left me ravenous. My stomach growled in protest as I drove to the restaurant, hoping to grab something quick for a takeaway. The thought of eating at home, away from the suffocating pressure of work, was a comforting one. When I finally got to the restaurant and grabbed my food, the hunger pangs in my stomach intensified, urging me to hurry. As I walked out, my thoughts drifting back to the exhausting day, something—or rather, someone—made me freeze. A woman bumped into me. I steadied myself and looked up to meet her gaze, and for a moment, I felt a jolt in my chest. She looked exactly like Lila. But something wasn’t right. The woman’s eyes held a different glint—something that Lila’s soft, serene gaze would never possess. I knew in that instant. This wasn’t Lila, it was someone else. But she was wearing her face. As she looked up at me, the seductive smile that stretched across her lips was all wron