LEXIE’S POV
“Ahm….” Moans escaped my lips, my eyes screwed shut as the very handsome stranger violated every inch of my body. But surprisingly, the pain was slowly replaced by a sweet sensation. It was like, I was hurting but enjoying myself at the same time. “Open your eyes....” He commanded; his thrusts became demanding and more aggressive. “I can’t take anymore...” I whispered, ; my voice was parched. This was the third time he was taking me in. He was like a hungry animal; his appetite just increased the more he ate. “You will take anything and everything I give you.” He roughly tilted my face back towards him. I could no longer feel the lower part of my body; everything ached. Exhaustion soon followed, and all I wanted to do was sleep. He wouldn’t let me; he’d be mad. I didn’t know him at all, but I could tell that his personality would be someone who couldn’t be denied anything he wanted or wanted, even if he didn’t ask nicely. He didn’t need power; he was power himself. “You wanted money...". You were assertive about what you wanted. wanted. wanted. wanted. So am I,” hehehehe muttered in my ears. “Now look at me!” He held my jaw firmly, and he fastened his hips. “Ahhm….please…” Pleading moans involuntarily fell from me... I grimaced as I was going mad with the mixture of pleasure and pain. “Watch me while I finish...” He lifted my legs on his shoulder so he could thrust deep. “I want to defile those innocent eyes of yours; I’d be the only good thing you remember. The man that can make you bleed and you’d feel pleasure instead of pain, no man had done this to you... You won’t get to think of another because it’s only me you get to fuck.” With our gazes still locked to each other, he held my neck, and I watched as his face went red when he came on my stomach. And he crashed onto the bed next to me. ************* As I lay beside him, my chest rose and fell from the intensity of our rough exchange. I wouldn’t call it lovemaking; it was a trade. The sheets were tangled around us, and the room was filled with the scent of sweat and satisfaction. Exhausted, I slowly sat up, intending to leave even though my legs felt like they might give out beneath me. “You outdid yourself this time, Lexie.” I whispered to myself as I stared blankly at the wall. I couldn’t move, not even towards the bathroom, so why not wallow in self-disgust? “Leaving so soon?” His voice was smooth, with a hint of amusement in his words. He propped himself up on one elbow and watched me with an intense gaze. I suddenly felt a shy and awkward feeling settle down on me. I realized that I was still naked, and his eyes wouldn’t stop raking my body. In awkwardness, I grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to my chest. “Like I said earlier, you’re one interesting little thing.” He let out a small laugh. Thing? He basically classified me as an object every time he opened his mouth, but that didn’t upset me. What bothered me was the fact that he wasn’t saying anything about my pay. “I should really get going... What of my erm...” I struggled with the words, Just ask for your pay, Lexie! “I’m supposed to pay you now; how much?” He outright asked. “If it’s not too much...” I started and started, and I could ask for the exact money I needed for my mom’s chemotherapy. chemotherapy. But who would pay five grand for pussy? “Just tell me how much." He stubbornly retorted “3 grand.” I replied briefly and bit the inside of my cheek in fear. He snickered, “My annex credit card didn’t tell you all you needed to know, did it?” I didn’t know what he expected me to say to that, but I couldn’t just know a person by their credit card. I could only tell that they were rich, and I knew he was. I should have even asked for the whole 5 grand, Damnit! “I didn’t want to sound greedy, but if you can pay, I’d be glad.” He huffed, almost like he was angry. I turned my eyes back to his, and his formerly amused face turned grim and dark. “Never underestimate my wealth.” “Why don’t we have a little introduction? Take this.” He reached for the small bedside table and pulled a little card off it before he handed it to me. “CEO Damian Valor.” I groaned in frustration and face-palmed myself when I realized that I knew the man in bed with me. How could I have missed his face? He was in every magazine, interview, and newspaper. His family owned half of New York City; at the mention of his name, even married women would turn. The first son of the Valor family, the cold and ruthless CEO of Valor Group companies, his arrogance precedes him. And guess what? He was the one that fucked the hell out of me. “You seem to be going through different stages of regret... I promise I’m not that bad if you’ll be a good girl.” He snatched the card from me, “I have something better to offer you...” What could be better than taking the money I needed and just getting the hell out of his space? Damian was money, but he was trouble and one that I couldn’t handle. “I need a wife; what’s your price?” He announced casually. A wife? Did he think a wife was something he could easily buy on eBay or something? “Excuse me, Mr. Valor. I don’t understand.” “It shouldn’t be your first time hearing about contractual relationships. I need a fake wife; here’s the entire agreement.” He handed me a document. I gave him a reluctant look before I received the paper and stared blankly at it. “My fiancée suddenly left the country, but for other reasons best known to me, I need to be married till she gets back. I also have a divorce agreement prepared." He casually pulled out another document and handed it to me. For some reason, I felt I needed a lawyer since a billionaire was casually throwing ready-made agreements at me. If I didn’t think this through, then I could get in a lot of trouble. “Once she gets back, you’d sign the divorce agreement, and we’d both go our separate ways. And you need not to worry about the press; I can handle the media.” My gaze consistently went between him and the documents as I tried to digest and make sense of everything. My brain failed woefully at cooperating; I was empty-minded. I had not been quite up to date with the internet so as to have more knowledge about this fiancée of his. There wasn’t much about her, in general, totally. But I had seen her once when Paparazzi leaked a picture of her and Damian together; it made a lot of frenzy in the media. “VICTORIA HAYES, daughter to the millionaire CEO owner of “Hayes Empire,” seen in a romantic atmosphere with billionaire CEO, DAMIAN VALOR.” The headlines….those were the only thing I knew. I didn’t need a smack on the head to know that; this was the easiest way out of my misery. My search for money would suddenly come to an abrupt end with this billionaire, his annex credit card without limit, and his shocking offer. My mother would get the best treatment, and that was everything I had been working for for half of the years of my life. We could have a better life, finally. And while I wasn’t looking at the consequences of jumping into this agreement, I could only see the advantages. It wasn’t hard to be a wife. My eyes scurried down further to the rules of our fake marriage. “5 million dollars, and I want it paid in full.” I announced, my mind made up. "Deal,” he readily replied. He kept staring at me with interest; his expression was unremarkable. Whatever was going through his head couldn’t be easily figured out. But to be honest, I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want any more surprises. I grabbed the pen in front of him; my heart was beating like crazy in my chest, but I sucked up my fear and signed the document quickly with almost my eyes closed, and I left the divorce paper unsigned. He let out a soft and satisfactory laugh. I dropped the document on the bed. “When will our agreement become effective?” I nervously squeezed the duvet on my body; I wasn’t really sure of what I was doing. I just knew that I had to do it. “From now, you will go home with me tonight.”LEXIE’S POV It’s been three weeks since I started living with Damian, and the life of a wealthy socialite is exactly as the common folks explained it. It was glamorous, with endless events to attend—awards to collect, auctions, and so many formal gatherings. What I was starting to enjoy the most was spending time with Damian himself; it wasn’t his aggressiveness that drew me more into him; it was his possessiveness. I felt like I was someone’s most prized possession for once in my life. “You have such beautiful features, Bella,” the male stylist, Fabio, who Damian had called to come style me up, complimented in his French accent as he held my hair up. I chuckled softly, looking in the mirror. “You think so?” I muttered shyly, as I admired how beautiful Fabio had made me look. My hand brushed my cheek slightly, and I flushed. I was starting to love this new life; it wasn’t me, but then I wasn’t out there hustling for my next meal. “Of course, Mon amour.” “Most perfect
He got up, and I felt confused and shy as Evelyn and Valerie turned to us. But he held my hand firmly and whisked me away. My heart raced as I moved through the crowd; Damian’s grip on my hand was strong, and I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He led me upstairs; we moved through the elegant corridors, each step echoing with the distant sounds of the auction below. We reached a door at the end of the hallway; he opened it and ushered me inside, then locked the door behind us. The click of the lock made my heart jump excitedly. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with so much intensity and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. “I-erm…” He cut me off; his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was intense, filled with nothing but hunger that left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His hands went down to cup my butt, giving it a rough knead. “Fabio is
LEXIE’S POV “Remember my words?” Damian’s voice was low but commanding; he never failed to remind me about the terms of our arrangement. “Stay by your side at all times, and no speaking out of turn,” I recited. “Good,” he murmured, his grip tightened just a little. The flash of the cameras was blinding as I stood on the red carpet and tried to balance my nerves. Damian’s hands were firmly wrapped around my waist, grounding me, but the anxiety that bubbled inside me was undeniable. I couldn't help but smile regardless; many times I had caught myself daydreaming of what it would be if I were his actual wife. Because I had grown to love him. Despite his few weird habits, like putting on gloves all the time or not having a driver. As much as curosity attempted to kill my cat, i just wanted him, the sex and tried to enjoy all that was attached to his surname as long as i could be with him Although this wasn’t my world. I didn’t belong here; at least the few events I had
CONT’D “Gosh, I can’t believe she allowed herself to be paraded like a handbag. Utterly downgrading, no self-respect; it’s disgusting.” My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, and with every new notification, I felt a fresh wave of anxiety build up in my chest. The internet had been on fire since Victoria humiliated me at the event yesterday, and trust the blogs to make it even worse. “WANNABE GIRLFRIEND, LEXIE GETS HUMILIATED BY THE ICONIC VICTORIA HAYES. Talk about putting people in their place.” A part of me wanted to throw my phone across the room to stop seeing the flood of hate and ridicule that aimed directly at me. But I couldn’t help it—I kept scrolling. “The lengths women would go for money is despicable. Lexie is definitely a gold-digging wench. Did she actually think she could take Victoria’s place?” “Talk about a poor wannabe! Her taste in fashion is tragic. Victoria could be blindfolded and still outclass her at everything.” The comments went from hundreds to thou
He got up, and I felt confused and shy as Evelyn and Valerie turned to us. But he held my hand firmly and whisked me away. My heart raced as I moved through the crowd; Damian’s grip on my hand was strong, and I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He led me upstairs; we moved through the elegant corridors, each step echoing with the distant sounds of the auction below. We reached a door at the end of the hallway; he opened it and ushered me inside, then locked the door behind us. The click of the lock made my heart jump excitedly. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with so much intensity and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. “I-erm…” He cut me off; his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was intense, filled with nothing but hunger that left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His hands went down to cup my butt, giving it a rough knead. “Fabio
DAMIAN’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER I had just gotten back from my tiresome two-day business trip to Las Vegas; it was a sight to behold, and it indeed was the city of casinos, also filled with hot women that were ready to go down anywhere you wanted it. But my body just ached for rest, and my mind was all over the place. I barely got enough sleep on the jet; I just kept tossing and turning. Probably because I wasn’t used to the new jet yet. I originally had requested a change of pilot when I landed in Vegas, because the last one reminded me of someone I wanted dead so badly, and I bought a new jet because I wanted a change of interior. If not, I would have been home last night. But the jet got to Las Vegas this morning. As I walked through the door, my cook, Mary, hurried over with a warm smile on her face. She was gifted with retentive memory and smart enough to remember all my preferences. She had carefully prepared a cup of black coffee, just the way I liked it. It was like
LEXIE’S POV “If Victoria came back, where would that leave you?” A question that lingered on and on in my heart for the past three weeks I had been with Damian before she eventually returned. “WILL THE CEO’S DAUGHTER TAKE OVER HER FATHER’S COMPANY?” Another video showed a woman speculating about Victoria’s new position as an heiress . I settled on the couch beside my mom’s hospital bed. I had taken it upon myself to spend the whole day in the hospital. I couldn’t bear to stay with Damian for another day in that house after the heated argument between us yesterday. My mom had been moved to the VIP section on Damian’s orders and the agreement between us. The room was quieter and more comfortable, and she had private nurses attending to her. Everything I had busted my ass for but couldn’t get. I was grateful for this, but the sight of her still made my heart ache. Knowing that if she knew the conditions at which I got her these treatments, she would have preferred to die.
VIEWERS DISCRETION ⚠️: This scene portrays abuse, violence and maybe fear. VICTORIA’S POV FLASH-BACK “Please. Please, I’m begging you.” A pair of strong hands grabbed me by my hair and threw me across the room. I crawled backwards on the cold floor that was already stained with my blood. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tears mingling with the blood. “I…. I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t hurt me,” my breath shaky as I begged for my life. A cruel laugh echoed in the room. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? Just like your mother,” he sneered, his tone dripping with so much contempt. I stopped crawling and looked up; my vision was blurry as a result of blood hanging in one corner of my eyeballs. His wristwatch had hit me in the eye when he slapped me with the back of his hand. He crouched down to my level; his eyes were glistening with satisfaction, while my whole body trembled in his presence. “I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.” He as
LEXIE’S POV “I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?” I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare. “You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?” I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in. Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed. “Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her. “I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep
LEXIE’S POV “I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back. I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily. Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave. “Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts. “I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps. “There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.” My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze. I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt
LEXIE’S POV“I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back.I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily.Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave.“Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts.“I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps.“There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.”My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze.I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt dizzy, li
LEXIE’S POV“I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?”I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare.“You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?”I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in.Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed.“Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her.“I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep living he
DAMIAN’S POV I stood by the transparent office window as I watched the cityscape while I spoke into my phone. The call was with Anthony Gates, a loyal investor who had been with me for over a decade.“My personal assistant was supposed to help me reach out to you, but I insisted on making the call myself,” I said, while my tone remained professional.“My schedule is tight, and I wouldn’t be able to attend. But I hope a $20 million donation isn’t too little. I would do more as my contributions soon, but pardon my absence.”Anthony was about to launch his new airline, and his event was important for the press coverage. I wanted to support him, even if I couldn’t be there in person.“Not at-“ I continued, but I was abruptly cut off when my office door flung open and slammed into the wall. That would be $20million in damage if anything happened to it.I turned, my gaze shifted from the cityscape to the chaos that erupted behind me, Victoria.She stormed in; her heels clicked aggressive
VIEWERS DISCRETION It glinted under the dim light from the alley, sharp and small, but yet deadly. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was about to do. But at that moment, what went on in my mind was... “Take care of your problem, Victoria,” words that my brother had implanted in my head. “Let’s make this more fun, because no one threatens the Hayes family and gets away with it. I will make sure that you won’t live to blackmail anyone ever again.” I said, my voice soft and filled with joy. Then I began, the knife slid into him so easily, like cutting through warm butter. This was the knife I had planned to use to kill myself every time, but I regained my senses each time and I never failed to leave it unsharpened. I stabbed him, over and over, the blade sank into his flesh as I giggled, blood splattered all over my face, hot and sticky, but I didn’t care. I was having fun. He stopped moving after a while, his body went limp beneath me, but I kept going. I wasn’t done yet, n
“Lex, listen to me,” he pleaded as he took another step toward me, his hands raised in a calming gesture in an attempt to hold me. I watched as he fought himself mentally about where to place his hands, but then he held my shoulders and caressed them softly, and I knew how awkward it was for him He went from pounding me mercilessly to wondering where he could touch that wouldn’t offend me. “That would never happen. I won’t allow any harm to come to our son. I can be a competent father; I just need you to trust me. Our son. The way he said it, like we were a thing or couple of some sort. It made my stomach jump, but I didn’t want to feel that hope again—that maybe we could be a family and Cam would grow up with his father and live like heirs lived. I couldn’t let myself get sucked into that fantasy... “My son is everything to me right now, and he’s all I care about. I don’t need your lover giving me a hard time because of him,” I said. My voice was sharp, “I don’t care about Gen
I blinked back confusedly, “His shadow? Mom-Wh-where are you getting all these from? I literally have my own company to look after.” How would I ever be in Damian’s shadow? We don’t intrude in each other’s affairs except I needed his help and he needed mine But mother just gave me this sarcastic and pitiful look that me feel more uncomfortable than ever. “Two sons both bearing a powerful name, and yet one thrives powerfully above the other,” she said, as she dabbed her lips with a napkin as if we were discussing something so serious. “Normally, I would say what one is doing is worth doing well, but no..” Why was she suddenly talking like that? Damian never for once talked down on me, or acted in a way that made me feel like he was superior. Besides, I wasn’t even in New York to begin with…. How in the world would I even be in his shadow if I was in a totally different place entirely. I wasn’t in a competition with Damian, and I never had been. My work, my life- it was m
AIDEN’S POV I had been spending more time with Victoria for the past few days. It wasn’t in the ways I had imagined, neither was it under the circumstances I’d have chosen, but at least she was beginning to see me, to let me in Her illness was the reason we were staring to bond, something I wish she didn’t have to endure. Something I wished that I could take away from her, I hated that I didn’t know about it. The fact that she was going through all that pain by herself made my heart break, she needed someone to be there for her and I wasn’t, neither was Damian. But a part of me was selfishly glad that it had given me an excuse to be around her, to watch over her. A few years had gone by, and I finally got be so close to her physically, I had hope. But trust that no love story ever started over easy, and it would always be unfair to one person. That person was me, every time I was near her, it killed me to watch her obsess over Damian, the way her eyes lit up at the