Inside the luxurious office, Vernon sat with his legs crossed, his gaze fixed intently on the computer screen. His presence alone dominated the space, an aura of quiet power radiating from him. Every movement he made was deliberate, precise—like a king surveying his kingdom.The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside, an iPad clutched to his chest. His posture was straight, his expression neutral, though his sharp eyes missed nothing.“Good morning, sir.” He bowed his head slightly in greeting.Vernon barely spared him a glance. “You’re the new P.A., right?”“Yes, sir.” Ethan powered on his tablet, swiping through a few files.“Did you get her the clothes?” Vernon asked. Ethan knew who he was referring to and replied. “Yes I did”Vernon finally looked up, his brow slightly raised. “You’re not afraid of me?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying curiosity.Ethan took a seat, his fingers gliding over the screen as he pulled up Vernon’s schedule. He met the CEO’s gaze without he
Vernon looked down at the small figure on the bed, her delicate fingers gripping his suit as though holding on for dear life. His expression remained unreadable, his sharp gaze lingering on her peaceful face for a second too long.Then, without hesitation, he pried her hand away and stepped back.As he exited the room, Ethan was already waiting for him. “Sir, Mrs. Jane Cameron refused to reschedule the meeting.”Vernon scoffed, his lips curling slightly. “Tell her to come here, then.”Without waiting for a response, he continued walking, his measured strides leading him toward his own room. The heavy door shut behind him, sealing him in the silence he always welcomed.He moved to the nightstand, his fingers instinctively reaching for the drawer. With a quiet click, it slid open, revealing a single photograph.A woman.Emerald-green eyes. Sun-kissed blonde hair. A constellation of freckles dusting her cheeks.Vernon’s grip on the photograph tightened. A flicker of emotion crossed his f
Tessa danced around the kitchen, her happiness immeasurable as she cooked with all the love in her heart.Why was she this happy?It was her wedding anniversary—one magical year since she married the man of her dreams. The man she loved with all her heart, her entire being.She still remembered how it all started. They met as teenagers in high school. Tessa had always struggled with mathematics, and after failing yet another test, her teacher gave her one last chance to retake it. Tamlin, being the sweetest guy ever, had offered to help her study, and somewhere in between solving equations and late-night tutoring sessions, she had fallen for him.Her heart had nearly burst with joy when he asked her out, and of course, she had said yes. They had been inseparable ever since.And now, here they were—celebrating their first year of marital bliss. She wanted to make this day extra special.She had spent hours preparing their favorite dishes, a mix of American and Italian cuisine. Every s
Hurt. Used. Broken.Those were the only words to describe how Tessa felt. She stood frozen, staring at Tamlin’s bleeding wound, unable to look away.Who would have thought the man she loved so deeply would betray her like this? That the best friend she trusted with everything would stab her in the back?How quickly everything had changed.Now, here she was, blood staining her hands, eyes locked on Tamlin’s body as his wound bled heavily.A horrified shriek shattered the silence."Ahhhhhhh!" Yasmin screamed.Tamlin’s gaze flickered with something dark—rage, amusement, something she couldn’t place. He gritted his teeth, tearing the bedsheet from the mattress and pressing it against his wound to slow the bleeding. Then, despite his injury, he took a step toward her."Oh, Tessa," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Did you really think you could kill me that easily?"Tessa's grip tightened on the shattered bottle. Out of pure impulse, she swung at him again, aiming for his chest.She
Where could she be?Dominic groaned in frustration, raking his fingers through his hair and sweeping the strands back. His pulse pounded with unease."Maybe she went to her mother’s house…" The thought struck him, and without wasting another second, he started the car and sped off.When he arrived, he barely waited for the engine to shut off before stepping out. His strides were quick, purposeful. The maids and servants greeted him as he passed, but he didn’t acknowledge them.He pushed the door open without knocking.Janet sat in the dimly lit room, dressed in modest yet elegant attire, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She took a slow sip, the movement deliberate, almost regal.Her gaze lifted lazily as he barged in, barely lingering on him before she set the cup down."What happened, son? What brings you here at this hour?" she asked, her voice calm, yet tinged with mild surprise.Dominic didn’t waste time. "Did Tessa come here?" Urgency laced his tone.Janet’s lips curled into a
A sleek black Lamborghini glided to a stop in front of a towering skyscraper, its glass facade reflecting the city lights like a vision from the future. The structure stretched so high it seemed to challenge the heavens.The driver quickly stepped out, hurrying to the passenger’s side. With a practiced motion, he opened the door, revealing a man who exuded power and sophistication. He was the very definition of exquisite—clad in a designer Armani suit that hugged his masculine physique.His brown hair was slicked back, though a few rebellious strands fell over his forehead, making him look effortlessly alluring. Every movement he made was precise, almost regal, as his polished designer shoes clicked against the interlocked pavement.Vernon Carter.That was his name. A name that commanded both fear and admiration.Without breaking stride, he entered the building, his steps measured and purposeful."Good morning, sir," the employees greeted, bowing their heads in respect. He acknowledge
"I don't belong to anyone! What gives you the right to claim me?" Tessa snapped, her voice sharp with rage. Vernon leaned back, amusement flickering in his cold, dark eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips. She was furious—and he liked it. Her defiance wasn’t just thrilling. It was intoxicating. "You belong to me." His voice was smooth, edged with mockery. "And there's nothing you can do about it." Tessa’s breath hitched, anger and fear clashing inside her. She grabbed the door handle, yanking at it—locked. "Open the fucking door!" she shouted. Vernon turned to the driver, voice eerily calm. "Open the door." The driver hesitated, his gaze flickering to the rearview mirror, as if questioning whether he’d heard correctly. Tessa stilled. He’s letting me go? The moment the lock clicked, she didn’t wait. She threw the door open and ran—her heartbeat roaring in her ears. She didn’t look back. Didn’t stop. Just ran. Vernon watched her disappear into the night, a smirk still pl
"We're here," Zayne announced as he pulled the car to a stop. Tessa scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not going in." She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. Zayne let out a small sigh before turning to her with that boyish look—his voice dropping into something soft, almost pleading. "Please—" Tessa quickly averted her gaze, refusing to fall for it. He was doing that adorable face again, shit- the ones that babies do when they want something from their mother. "Stop that, you're way too old for that" she scoffed. "Then step out of the car!" He groaned racking his jet black hair. But then, as she glanced out the window, she finally took in the mansion before her. The towering structure loomed in the dim lighting, its dark, elegant exterior exuding power and wealth. The sheer size of it sent a shiver down her spine, an unexplainable tension settling in her stomach. Before she could process it further, the car door swung open, revealing two towering men. They were mas
Vernon looked down at the small figure on the bed, her delicate fingers gripping his suit as though holding on for dear life. His expression remained unreadable, his sharp gaze lingering on her peaceful face for a second too long.Then, without hesitation, he pried her hand away and stepped back.As he exited the room, Ethan was already waiting for him. “Sir, Mrs. Jane Cameron refused to reschedule the meeting.”Vernon scoffed, his lips curling slightly. “Tell her to come here, then.”Without waiting for a response, he continued walking, his measured strides leading him toward his own room. The heavy door shut behind him, sealing him in the silence he always welcomed.He moved to the nightstand, his fingers instinctively reaching for the drawer. With a quiet click, it slid open, revealing a single photograph.A woman.Emerald-green eyes. Sun-kissed blonde hair. A constellation of freckles dusting her cheeks.Vernon’s grip on the photograph tightened. A flicker of emotion crossed his f
Inside the luxurious office, Vernon sat with his legs crossed, his gaze fixed intently on the computer screen. His presence alone dominated the space, an aura of quiet power radiating from him. Every movement he made was deliberate, precise—like a king surveying his kingdom.The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside, an iPad clutched to his chest. His posture was straight, his expression neutral, though his sharp eyes missed nothing.“Good morning, sir.” He bowed his head slightly in greeting.Vernon barely spared him a glance. “You’re the new P.A., right?”“Yes, sir.” Ethan powered on his tablet, swiping through a few files.“Did you get her the clothes?” Vernon asked. Ethan knew who he was referring to and replied. “Yes I did”Vernon finally looked up, his brow slightly raised. “You’re not afraid of me?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying curiosity.Ethan took a seat, his fingers gliding over the screen as he pulled up Vernon’s schedule. He met the CEO’s gaze without he
Morning arrived faster than Tessa had expected. Her body was still sore from the unholy activities of the previous night. As golden rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, warming her skin, her eyes fluttered open.She reached out, searching for the other side of the bed—only to grasp nothing but cool sheets. Vernon was gone.Her gaze swept across the vast bedroom, and only then did she realize she wasn’t in his room anymore. She was back in the guest room he had assigned her. Rolling her eyes, she dragged herself out of bed, her muscles protesting with a dull ache.With a soft groan, she made her way to the bathroom. As warm water cascaded over her skin, she closed her eyes in satisfaction, a quiet moan slipping past her lips.Her mind drifted back to the previous night. Her cheeks flushed.She bit her lip, recalling the way she had moaned like a desperate little thing with just his fingers inside her. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought.What if he had actually taken he
"You don’t own me!" She rasped, her voice raw with defiance as she struggled beneath him, her fists landing against his chest in frantic blows. But to him, they felt like nothing—mere whispers of resistance. A smirk ghosted across his lips. Slowly, he pulled away, though his body burned with the need to claim her. His arousal was undeniable, pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. He wanted her. Right there. Right now. But her resilience… God, that fire in her eyes, the way she fought him—it was intoxicating. A slow, dangerous thrill curled in his chest. She had no idea just how much that turned him on. He turned away from her, exhaling sharply as he fought to control the raging heat in his body. She wrapped the quilt around herself, pulling it tightly as if it could shield her from the intensity of his presence. Without a word, he strode to the drawer, pulled out a file, and tossed it onto the bed. The sharp sound of paper hitting fabric made her flinch. Her
"We're here," Zayne announced as he pulled the car to a stop. Tessa scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not going in." She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. Zayne let out a small sigh before turning to her with that boyish look—his voice dropping into something soft, almost pleading. "Please—" Tessa quickly averted her gaze, refusing to fall for it. He was doing that adorable face again, shit- the ones that babies do when they want something from their mother. "Stop that, you're way too old for that" she scoffed. "Then step out of the car!" He groaned racking his jet black hair. But then, as she glanced out the window, she finally took in the mansion before her. The towering structure loomed in the dim lighting, its dark, elegant exterior exuding power and wealth. The sheer size of it sent a shiver down her spine, an unexplainable tension settling in her stomach. Before she could process it further, the car door swung open, revealing two towering men. They were mas
"I don't belong to anyone! What gives you the right to claim me?" Tessa snapped, her voice sharp with rage. Vernon leaned back, amusement flickering in his cold, dark eyes. A smirk tugged at his lips. She was furious—and he liked it. Her defiance wasn’t just thrilling. It was intoxicating. "You belong to me." His voice was smooth, edged with mockery. "And there's nothing you can do about it." Tessa’s breath hitched, anger and fear clashing inside her. She grabbed the door handle, yanking at it—locked. "Open the fucking door!" she shouted. Vernon turned to the driver, voice eerily calm. "Open the door." The driver hesitated, his gaze flickering to the rearview mirror, as if questioning whether he’d heard correctly. Tessa stilled. He’s letting me go? The moment the lock clicked, she didn’t wait. She threw the door open and ran—her heartbeat roaring in her ears. She didn’t look back. Didn’t stop. Just ran. Vernon watched her disappear into the night, a smirk still pl
A sleek black Lamborghini glided to a stop in front of a towering skyscraper, its glass facade reflecting the city lights like a vision from the future. The structure stretched so high it seemed to challenge the heavens.The driver quickly stepped out, hurrying to the passenger’s side. With a practiced motion, he opened the door, revealing a man who exuded power and sophistication. He was the very definition of exquisite—clad in a designer Armani suit that hugged his masculine physique.His brown hair was slicked back, though a few rebellious strands fell over his forehead, making him look effortlessly alluring. Every movement he made was precise, almost regal, as his polished designer shoes clicked against the interlocked pavement.Vernon Carter.That was his name. A name that commanded both fear and admiration.Without breaking stride, he entered the building, his steps measured and purposeful."Good morning, sir," the employees greeted, bowing their heads in respect. He acknowledge
Where could she be?Dominic groaned in frustration, raking his fingers through his hair and sweeping the strands back. His pulse pounded with unease."Maybe she went to her mother’s house…" The thought struck him, and without wasting another second, he started the car and sped off.When he arrived, he barely waited for the engine to shut off before stepping out. His strides were quick, purposeful. The maids and servants greeted him as he passed, but he didn’t acknowledge them.He pushed the door open without knocking.Janet sat in the dimly lit room, dressed in modest yet elegant attire, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She took a slow sip, the movement deliberate, almost regal.Her gaze lifted lazily as he barged in, barely lingering on him before she set the cup down."What happened, son? What brings you here at this hour?" she asked, her voice calm, yet tinged with mild surprise.Dominic didn’t waste time. "Did Tessa come here?" Urgency laced his tone.Janet’s lips curled into a
Hurt. Used. Broken.Those were the only words to describe how Tessa felt. She stood frozen, staring at Tamlin’s bleeding wound, unable to look away.Who would have thought the man she loved so deeply would betray her like this? That the best friend she trusted with everything would stab her in the back?How quickly everything had changed.Now, here she was, blood staining her hands, eyes locked on Tamlin’s body as his wound bled heavily.A horrified shriek shattered the silence."Ahhhhhhh!" Yasmin screamed.Tamlin’s gaze flickered with something dark—rage, amusement, something she couldn’t place. He gritted his teeth, tearing the bedsheet from the mattress and pressing it against his wound to slow the bleeding. Then, despite his injury, he took a step toward her."Oh, Tessa," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Did you really think you could kill me that easily?"Tessa's grip tightened on the shattered bottle. Out of pure impulse, she swung at him again, aiming for his chest.She