Imagine being forced to marry a brooding billionaire to save your family's business. Now imagine he insists on marrying both you AND your sister. That's the reality Aria and Calia face when they say "I do" to Jace Sharpe, a tech titan with a mysterious past and an even more mysterious heart. Sparks fly as these fire and ice sisters navigate a world of high-stakes deals and hidden desires, and a whole load of fuckery. Get ready for a whirlwind romance where passion and betrayal dance on a razor's edge. And what would happen if the price of freedom might be higher than they ever imagined?
View MoreJACE'S POVI rarely came down to the business and that was because I rarely handled this type of business by myself but today is different. Very different. I couldn't remember the last time my life had been this chaotic. Work stress, Travel stress, I loved it but these emotions that were rising? I hated it. It was making me lose control and that was one thing I hated. I hated losing control. I hate feeling like I'm at the back seat of my life and someone else is taking the steering wheel and steering me in the exact opposite direction I wanted to go. I was so fucking pissed right now that I could feel the slight tremor in my arms. But what was pissing me off more was Luke. He had tried to spy on me using Aria and that was another thing I hated - spies.The door opened and I entered the basement. The basement was one of the places I brought people who were finding it to talk under regular circumstances. I bring them there to encourage them to talk.But unlike one of the blackspots
ARIA'S POVDespite all the argument we always had in the house, it was such an irony that Jace insisted that we sat down at the dining together everytime we wanted to eat. But today both Jace and my sister were late and I was starving. I had to wait though. Jace hated when his food arrived before him so I sat there waiting. Immediately I had gotten back from work the previous day, I had collapsed on the bed and sleep had taken over me. I had not heard if Jace had returned home or not. Just then Jace steps out of his room and heads towards the head of the dining table. The house chef immediately brought the food and arranged it in front of them. One look at Jace and I knew he was livid. He still had that signature scowl but it had deepened. He looked like he could burst into a fight any moment.“Where is she?” he asked. “Caila,” he called her name like it tasted bitter in his mouth. I shrugged but said nothing, already stuffing things on my plate like a peasant. Caila steps out o
CAILA'S POVAs I gradually opened my eyes, the warm sunlight flooded my face, a soft touch that roused me from my sleep. I blinked several times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the brilliant light streaming into my room. Yet, there was something off; I usually kept my curtains drawn, so awakening to such brightness was unusual. Who could have raised the blinds?I pushed myself up and blurred my eyes until they became accustomed to the glaring light. As I surveyed the room, I observed the dominant dark and grey tones that enveloped the area. The walls, furnishings, and even the bedding were all painted in different shades of grey, complemented by deep wood and leather accents. This established a somber, masculine atmosphere, but what had caused my bed to shift?However, it was the discomfort in my lower abdomen that drew my focus, quickly followed by noticing subtle marks on my neck and shoulders. I flushed as I remembered the way Jace had held me tightly, his fingers digging into my s
CAILA'S POVAs my panties flew across the room, Jace hiked up my skirt. Somehow it felt hotter - fucking me in my clothes. Jace paused and stared down at me and though I couldn't see the horny mess that I was, I could feel it - my wetness slipping from my cunt.His face sank own on me, his lips consuming my clit. I shivered at the pleasure that rocked me from side to side. Even as I tried pulling away to slow him down, he just widened my hips, his strong hands locking them down and deepened the pressure. I cried out, my hips rising to meet his lips and my hands grasping his hair and pressing his head deeper. “Jace...” I gasped but he gave me no thought. His finger were next, plundering me with such skills like he knew the exact spot to touch to lead me to the gates of heaven.“You taste so good,” his growled, sending vibrations down that tipped me over the edge. The orgasm rocked through my body but he wasn't done. His fingers were back on as he cupped my breast and his thumb ran a
CAILA“Stay,” he repeated and this time I was sure. I closed the door behind me and walked back towards him. Settling down on his bed, I pulled off his shoes and set them on the ground as he laid properly.At first I thought he was going to fall asleep immediately but he jerked awake and sat up straight. Making me stand up sharply and move away from him.“I lost them,” he muttered softly.I turned around to see him sitting there with his knees brought up to his chest and his head in his hands.“I fucking lost them! I should have been there that night. It should have been me and not them!” He shouted. I stood there staring at him unsure of how to react. I knew it was the alcohol that was losing his tongue but should I hug him and tell him it was going to be okay? But Jace wasn't used to the soft treatment and was going to push me. But this wasn't the Jace I was used to. It made me hesitate.I sat on the bed beside him and asked the only question that was on my mind. “What happened?” I
CAILA'S POV"Are you okay?" Aria asked, her voice laced with concern as she stepped out onto the porch. It was nearly 12 AM, and the cool night air wrapped around us. Aria's tired face told me she'd had a long day… her eyes were heavy, and she looked like she’d been running on fumes. I could only imagine the stress she must be under, with everything that had been going on.I paused before answering, my mind torn between wanting to spill everything to her and wanting to keep the night’s unsettling events to myself. The image of Jace earlier… his defenses cracked, his mask slipping… lingered in my thoughts. It had felt like an intimate moment; a fleeting vulnerability I wasn’t sure I was meant to witness. I didn’t doubt my sister’s integrity, but that instance seemed like a secret I had to hold onto. At the same time, I had to reassure myself that my silence was out of concern; I didn’t want to add to her burdens, particularly after witnessing that expression on her face."Yes," I repli
CAILA'S POVI stood frozen in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat as the weight of Jace’s glare pinned me in place. It was like I was under a lens on a very sunny day. The room felt smaller, the air charged with a tension so thick it pressed against my chest. My pulse pounded as my stomach twisted. I should have known better than to let curiosity lead me here. I should have been cautious to know when he came. Jace’s gaze was like a blade, slicing through me without mercy. “I thought I made myself fucking clear,” he said, his voice low and sharp, each syllable laced with fury that seemed to have been already built up. My instinct screamed at me to take a step back, but my legs were rooted to the ground, my body refusing to make a move. “What the hell are you doing here?” I opened my mouth, but I couldn't compose myself enough to speak without stuttering. “I… I was just bored. Had a creative block, and I...” I stopped, hearing how pathetic the excuse sounded even to my ow
CAILA'S POVCreative block? Mental block? Artist block? Creator block? Whatever the name was, I was having it. I could stare at the screen for a look without hurting my eyes. I could sleep because I kept seeing an annoyed Jace and it was almost like a nightmare. I was home alone and I was bored as hell. Even the house servants and Edward were not inside. I decided to take a stroll around the house, see what I found. Since we came here - me and Aria, I have visited just three places. The dining because Jace started eating together as one of the rules even though he experienced limited vocabulary when we were eating, usually - pass me the bowl.The bedroom, because I slept there.Then my work space.Everywhere else in the house seemed foreign…As I reached the top floor of the house, I felt a little nervous. This was the area Jace had told us to stay away from. The hallway was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of moonlight peeking through the windows. The walls were brown and the
ARIA'S POVIt was 8pm on a Friday morning and I was still at work. Few weeks ago I would have been at a club or sitting out with my friends but I couldn't bring myself to do that as I'd just be a killjoy. I couldn't go home because - Jace.It was two days after Jace had returned from his business trip, two days since he had ruined me with his words. Words that still laid fresh in my head, in an endless loop that was driving me crazy. So crazy that I couldn't focus. I couldn't believe that there was a time I thought that Jace had some humanity in him, that there was that tiny spec of goodness in him. I thought I saw it when he smiled at my sister's appreciation, when he had taken her out too, how he had treated her. Then I realized that it was all a mirage. When you get closer you realize that it was never there in the first place. He had even hurt her again yesterday. I had heard her crying all night but I couldn't even go to console her because I had lied to her too. What could I
I parked my sleek black sedan in the expansive garage of my family estate, the quiet hum of the engine dissipating as I stepped out. The late afternoon sun bathed the Sleighman property in warm, golden light, casting a nice, earthy scene that did little to lighten my mood. I'd spent hours at the office struggling with plenty challenges at Soliel Vineyards, and my frustration boiled inside me while I looked composed on the outside.Click-clack. The sharp rhythm of my red Louboutins echoed off the tiled floor as I entered through the massive oak front door, a load of paperwork tucked underneath my arm. An aroma of fresh lilies from a nearby vase wafted through the air, an R&B melody humming in the air, pulling my attention toward the parlour.Dad was a stout man, with streaks of silver in his dark hair, hunched over a pile of documents on the vintage mahogany coffee table. His brow was deeply furrowed, and he barely looked up when I entered.By the mini bar, my two-year-younger sister, ...
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