"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 playing on his lips. The driver swallowed hard. "Sir… why did you let her go?" Vernon’s gaze remained locked on the darkened street, a hunger in his expression. "I love it when they run." Then, he picked up his phone and dialed. "At your service," Zayne’s voice came through. "The woman. Get her." "Consider it done." Vernon ended the call, settling back into his seat, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Tessa. — Tessa ran. Her lungs burned, her legs screamed for rest, but she pushed forward, ignoring the stabbing pain in her ribs. The city lights blurred around her. Unfamiliar streets. Shadows stretching under dim streetlights. She finally slowed, gasping for breath, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven motions. No car. No Vernon. No sign of pursuit. Relief flooded her. Maybe she’d escaped. Maybe— Then she realized. She was lost. Tamlin had stripped her of everything—her company, her home, her dignity. Her mother had disowned her. Dominic’s family wanted her gone. She had no one. A cold shudder ran down her spine. Was she really this alone? Her eyes landed on a telephone booth nearby. She hesitated. The only number she could think of—Dominic’s. Tessa rushed inside, snatching up the phone and dialing. The line rang once. Twice. Then— "Hello?" Dominic’s voice, urgent. "It’s me, Tessa." A sharp breath from the other end. "Tessa—where the hell are you? Do you know how worried I was?" "I’m sorry, it was all Tamlin’s doing. He kidnapped me." "Where are you?" She looked around, searching for something—anything—to place her location. A street sign. George Street. "I’m at George Street," she said. "It’s close. Stay put—I’m coming to get you." The line went dead. Tessa stepped out of the booth, exhaustion settling into her bones. She sank onto a nearby bench, rubbing her arms. The night was too quiet. The wind howled, making the trees sway, their shadows twisting under the streetlights. Then—footsteps. Slow. Measured. Tessa froze. Her breath hitched as she turned toward the sound. "Who's there?" Her voice trembled. The footsteps didn’t stop. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Then, a figure stepped into the dim light—a man in a black hoodie, his hands tucked into his pockets, moving toward her with purpose. A warning shot of fear raced through her. She scrambled to her feet, her body tensing, ready to run. He moved faster. She turned and bolted—but pain shot up her leg as her foot caught on a rock. She hit the ground hard, her palms scraping against the pavement, the sting burning into her skin. A breathless cry tore from her lips as she flipped onto her back. The man loomed over her. "Hello, pretty," he rasped, voice thick with alcohol. Tessa gagged as the stench hit her. He crouched, reaching for her, fingers brushing against her cheek. "You’re all alone tonight," he whispered, his lips curling into a sick grin. Panic clawed at her throat. No. Not like this. Then—a blur of movement. A fist slammed into the man’s jaw. A sickening crack. The attacker crumpled beside her, groaning. Tessa's breath caught. Her eyes snapped up to her savior. Tall. Broad. Familiar. He stretched out a hand, his voice calm, almost amused. "Are you okay?" Tessa stiffened. That voice. Vernon? No. Her heart pounded harder as realization dawned. "I'm not my brother," he said, noticing her fear. "I won’t hurt you." Then, he smirked slightly. "I'm Zayne—Vernon’s brother." Tessa’s stomach dropped. Vernon sent his brother after her. And she was trapped again. Tessa stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. "You think I’ll just go with you?" she snapped, eyes darting between Zayne and the car parked nearby. Zayne sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I don’t have time to argue. Everything will be explained when we get there. Just get in the car." She took another step back. "No." A groan sounded from behind them—the man Zayne had knocked out was stirring. Zayne shot her a pointed look. "He’s waking up, sweetheart. I can leave you here with him if you prefer." Tessa's pulse spiked. She clenched her jaw, hesitating. Damn it. Then—a car screeched onto the street, tires skidding against the pavement. Her head whipped toward it. Dominic. Relief surged through her as he threw the door open, stepping out with a look of pure desperation. "Tessa!" His voice was sharp, urgent. She moved to run to him—but Zayne caught her wrist in a firm grip. "Let me go!" she yelled, struggling, but his hold didn’t loosen. Dominic's gaze darkened as he marched toward them, muscles tensed like he was ready for a fight. "Let. Her. Go," he ground out, his voice like steel. Zayne barely spared him a glance. "My boss wants her." Dominic’s expression twisted with fury. "I don’t give a damn what Vernon wants." In a blur, he lunged. Tessa gasped as Zayne moved faster. One swift motion. A solid kick to Dominic’s gut. Dominic's body lifted off the ground for a second before he crashed back down, hard. "Dominic!" she cried, twisting against Zayne’s grip. Zayne exhaled, shaking his head. "Relax. He’ll be fine. That was just a light nudge." Light nudge? Tessa’s stomach churned. Dominic groaned, clutching his side but still trying to get up. Zayne didn’t give him a chance. He tugged Tessa toward the car, opening the passenger door. "Get in," he ordered. She clenched her fists, glaring up at him. "I hate you," she spat. Zayne gave her a lazy smirk. "You’re not the first." She hesitated for a beat longer, but her body was exhausted. She was weak. Hungry. Her limbs felt like lead. She didn’t want to fight anymore. With a defeated breath, she sank into the seat. Zayne shut the door behind her and slid into the driver’s seat. As they sped off into the night, Dominic staggered to his feet, eyes blazing with determination. He raced back to his car. He wasn’t letting her go without a fight. — Tessa stared out the window, her reflection barely visible in the dark glass. She felt sick. Her chest ached. Her mind spun. Dominic had come for her. He was trying to save her—and now he was alone. Her stomach twisted. Zayne’s voice broke the silence. "Well, that was dramatic." She whipped her head toward him, glowering. His lips curled into an easy smirk, completely unfazed by the tension thick in the air. She hated him. Truly, deeply, hated him. "You think this is funny?" she seethed. He shrugged. "A little." She turned away, clenching her fists. Zayne suddenly tsked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "That guy is persistent," he muttered. Tessa stiffened. Her eyes flickered to the side mirror. Headlights. A car following them. Dominic. He was chasing them. Tessa’s heart leaped. "Slow down," she whispered, gripping the seat. Zayne smirked. "Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t do that." He gripped the wheel tighter and pressed down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, tires screeching. Tessa’s breath caught. Dominic's car was still behind them, but he was struggling to keep up. Zayne took a sharp right turn—Dominic followed. Tessa held onto the seat, her body jerking with the force of the drift. "You’re going to kill us!" she shouted. Zayne laughed. "You really think I’d let my boss down that easily?" Tessa’s stomach dropped. Then—he made another turn. Dominic followed. But when his car rounded the corner… Zayne's car was gone. Vanished. Dominic slammed his hands against the steering wheel, fury clawing at his insides. He lost her. Again. Tessa swallowed hard, her pulse still erratic from the wild chase. Zayne’s hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze sharp as he maneuvered through the dark streets like he’d done this a thousand times before. They had lost Dominic. She had no way out. She turned to Zayne, her voice barely a whisper. "Where are you taking me?" Zayne glanced at her, his smirk lazy but his eyes unreadable. "Home." Her stomach twisted. "Home?" His smirk deepened. "Well… Vernon’s home." A chill ran down her spine. No. Not there. She turned toward the door handle—maybe she could jump again. Zayne tsked, as if reading her mind. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sweetheart." She shot him a glare. "You can’t keep me prisoner." Zayne chuckled. "That’s cute." Before she could retort, his earpiece buzzed. A deep voice cut through the silence. Vernon. "Is she with you?" Zayne’s lips curled. "Yeah, boss. She's right here, glaring at me." Silence. Then Vernon spoke, voice dangerously low. "Good. Bring her in. It’s time she learns exactly who she belongs to." Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night."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
"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
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
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
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