"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
“Vernon!!” A horrific scream tore from Tessa’s throat as she stared at Vernon's unmoving body.Dominic hesitated momentarily, shocked by her outburst, but quickly masked it grabbing her wrist- his hold firm.“Let's go Tessa, you're free now” He said, a smile spread across his lips.She yanked her hand away, trying to run to Vernon, but Dominic seized her again.“Let me go!” She cried, her voice cracking, her body trembling from emotion.Dominic furrowed his brows “Do you love him?” He asked.“I don't have to answer to you, now let me go!” “What do you mean let you go?” His voice rose, pain evident. “I've been in love with you for years and you broke my heart every fucking time. I defied my family, sacrificed every single thing I had– all to be with you” His heart ached and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.“You finally left Tamlin and I was happy- I won't lie, I felt like I had a chance-” he exhaled shakily. “A chance to get to your heart, a chance to be with you, a chance to lo
“I need to get closer to him,” Tessa whispered, running her fingers through her hair. “But how?”She couldn't afford to lose this opportunity—not now. This was her chance to turn the tables, to make Tamlin and Yasmin regret ever betraying her.Her fists clenched at the thought. She needed a way to stay close to Vernon, to keep him within reach. Then it hit her—if she wanted to seduce him, she had to be around him. Working for him would be the perfect excuse.But before she could dwell on the idea any longer, the distant sound of a car pulling into the compound snapped her out of her thoughts.She tore the sheets off her, running to the glass window and pulling the curtain to the side. It was Vernon, he was back.Tessa's grip on the curtain tightened. “I'll tell him” she mumbled.Her gaze on him unwavering, watching his every step like a hawk, till he entered the house.She let the go of the curtain and ran down the stairs to meet him. He welcomed her with a frown.Obviously still upse
The man's blood spilled over the bar floor, his face ruined, teeth out of place, his nose and jaw broken, his lips bursted but Zayne didn't stop punching him.The music, lights, dancers, everything came to a stop as they all watched Zayne ruin the guys face.The scene of him smacking Becca's ass replayed in his mind fueling his rage. At this point Micheal stood up from the where he sat and ran to separate Zayne from the man cause it didn't seem like he would stop anytime soon.Rebecca slumped to the floor, her head throbbed, her heart rate increased, her eyes became moist. Her hands racked through her hair.Zayne threw Micheal off him, going back to the man, to finish him off when he caught sight of Rebecca's trembling form, she seemed to be mumbling something.He left the guy and walked to her embracing her tenderly, his hands stained with the guy's blood. He pecked her forehead and stroked her hair.“It's okay, don't be scared, I'm here” he coaxed.They remained like that for a few
Did he just say girlfriend? Rebecca's eyes lit up, totally ignoring the fact that he said pretend girlfriend. “What do you mean pretend girlfriend? Am I supposed to help you trick Sasha into believing that we're a thing?” “Please just do this for me, I know it'll be hard to pretend to me more than friends but still, let's try.” She wanted to play hard to get, I mean he just technically asked her out, so she was going to pretend as though she didn't really care even though she cared so damn much! “Okay, I've heard you. I'll do this for you because you're a friend of mine but afterwards, we'll go back to being normal friends” She spoke, taking a bite of her food. He nodded instantly, making her chuckle. “Okay, then It's a deal!” She added after swallowing her food. Immediately, Noah's eyes flickered to the side. “She's here!” He alerted, Rebecca looked up from her food. “Whose here?” She wondered. “Sasha and she's with that other guy” Noah frowned. Sash just walked into t
He nodded mounted on the bike and wore his helmet, she grabbed the helmet about to climb the bike as well when she saw Zayne. He stood there and looked at her with this heart broken look in his eyes. She didn't spare him another glance before climbing on the bike and wearing her helmet, her hands made its way to Noah's stomach as she wrapped her slender hands around it and just like that they drove off into the night leaving Zayne standing there. Was he really no one important? Even after the kisses they shared she felt absolutely nothing for him? It would have been a bit less heart breaking if she had said it was from a friend but the words “No one Important” stuck and it hurt him. Was this how those girls felt when he broke their hearts, oof, that hurts.Are you giving up already? Zayne Carter never gave up on anything. He soliloquized. He was a Carter and, the Carter Motto was that you go after what you want and ensure that you get it, either using legal o
The morning approached, the golden rays slipping into the room through the barely covered windows. Tessa was still asleep, wrapped in Vernon's arms, but Vernon, on the other hand, didn't sleep. He stayed awake and watched her like a hawk, his gaze unwavering. He carefully peeled himself from her and walked out of the room. Soon after, Tessa woke up, her lips parted, a breathy yawn escaping her lips as she rubbed her eyes. Her body was weak, but she felt a bit better than the previous night. She glanced around, taking in her environment. It was then she realized that she was in her room, her brows furrowed.How did she get here? she thought. Until she remembered Vernon—he came and saved her last night. She bit her lips, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel Vernon. He stayed with her throughout; he didn't leave her side. Her mind reeled back to her father, memories of her childhood seeping in, making her grip on the
Vernon didn’t stop. He continued whipping every single inch of Cameron’s body. The man’s skin glowed a bright shade of red, belt lines etched angrily across it like flames licking flesh.“Please,” Cameron cried, his voice hoarse from the endless screaming.Vernon threw the belt aside and mounted him, disfiguring his face with brutal punches. All he could see—burned into his mind—was the image of Cameron on top of Tessa. That alone made his rage spike beyond control.His knuckles ached, but he didn’t stop. Blood stained his outfit, soaking into the fabric. A nearby guard, who had witnessed the entire scene, trembled in fear. He had never seen his boss like this before—so unhinged, so violent—and knowing it was all for a woman left him stunned.Vernon, who had avoided women like the plague ever since the incident five years ago, was now about to kill a man over one. It almost made the guard smile... but he dared not show it. He didn’t even dare to look at Tessa, knowing doing so could g
The memories came flooding in like a tidal wave. She staggered back.The man immediately stood up, walking to her. His hands wrapped around her, steadying her.“Are you okay?” he said, his voice almost gentle—but she could see through those lies. He was far from gentle. He was cruel. He was cold and ruthless.“How did you get in?” she rasped, shrugging him off and creating space between them.He smirked. “Is that how you treat your father?” he asked, walking closer to her and giving her a gentle caress on her cheek.She shivered. Her body instantly went numb. A tear rolled down her cheek.“Please... don’t,” she said, her voice hoarse.He placed his fingers on her lips, shushing her. “Don’t cry. We’ll just have some fun, like the good old days.” He inched closer, his body pressing against hers. His slender fingers moved to the door handle behind her and pulled it shut.Her back pressed against the wooden door.“Dad, don’t do this,” she pleaded again, her voice barely above a whisper.S
What the actual fuck!Why was Nickolas kissing her?She immediately broke the kiss, pushing him off. Nickolas blinked at her sudden reaction, flustered and a bit confused. He thought maybe she felt the same way.She snatched her purse from the desk and tried walking out when he held her back by the hand, stopping her."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," his voice was soft and tender. He really didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. Maybe he was a bit too forward, but still—he thought she had some feelings for him.She faced him with a glare. "Get your hands off me!" she snapped, making his hands drop.She stormed out without looking back, shutting the door loudly behind her.She stepped into her car and drove to work. A dry sigh escaped her lips as her fingers raked through her long hair.Maybe she was a bit too mean.He even apologized, but she still snapped at him. Her eyes moved to the mirror as she stared at her lips, reminiscing about how lost Nick had looked when she pushed h
He leaned in, his lips puckered and eyes shut. His hands intricately wrapped around hers, restricting her movements.Rebecca was desperate—she wanted her mother to be back on her feet as soon as possible. But she wasn't that desperate. She couldn't give away her body to someone, especially not this irritating man in front of her.She kneed his balls swiftly, making him detach himself from her.“Fuck!” he groaned, clutching the spot she kneed, pain evident in his voice. She immediately threw herself off the chair and bolted to the door.She pushed it open and stormed out, shutting the door behind her.She rested against the wall, trying to catch her haggard breaths, her hands still trembling. Her gaze blurred with tears. This was the same doctor who always passed her an assuring smile, coaxing her with the words, “Don’t worry, your mother will be fine.”Men always had to be men. One minute you trust them, and the next, they push you to bed and want to fuck the living daylights out of y
Zayne's eyes roamed around the dark streets, hoping that he could at least see something or someone but saw nothing but the thick darkness and the flickering street lights.He dialed a line, after three rings, the person from the other side picked.“I've gathered the info you asked me to and I've dropped the file in your house–” The person said.“Keep watch on Becca for the next few days, don't let her out of your sight and also, fix some cameras in her street.” He ordered the worry in his voice evident.“Okay sir, I will get it done immediately.” He replied before Zayne ended the call.Whoever it was, he would make sure he would catch them and kill them. His gaze went dark, his eyes moving to her flat window, she flicked the lights off signalling that she was going to bed. He couldn't let anything happen to her, he couldn't even bare the thought of loosing her.He started his car and drove off.Soon, his car broke down in the middle of nowhere. He furrowed his brows and stepped dow
He walked past her, ignoring her, like he always does.At this point, she's beginning to wonder if her plan is going to work or is she just fucking wasting her time.She strode to her room, shutting the door. She walked to the shower and freshened up before settling on the bed with her phone.A text popped up, it was from Nickolas.Have you gotten home?The text read, and she smiled, at least a guy cared about her.Yeah, I just finished showeringShe replied.Another text popped up.Maybe tomorrow, after I get discharged, we could grab a cup of coffee and hang out.She bit her lip before replying.I would love toShe knew Vernon would get crazy because of this but did she care? No, she wanted him to loose it and if this doesn't work she doesn't know what will.___Rebecca's shift had just ended, and she was done serving the last customer.“Thanks for coming, please do come again,” she smiled, masking her exhaustion.Of course she was tired. This was her third job for the day, and she