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Damian’s POVThe private jet landed smoothly, its engines humming as the sleek aircraft came to a stop. Damian stood near the black SUV, hands in his pockets, his usual composed demeanor in place.Then, Lilith Wolfe descended the steps.Her tailored emerald-green pantsuit fit her like a second skin, exuding power and control. The sharp bob framed her regal face, her red lips curving into a knowing smile.“My darling nephew,” she purred, stopping in front of him. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to pick me up.”“I wanted to,” Damian replied smoothly, taking her carry-on. “It’s been two years.”Lilith sighed dramatically. “South Africa was draining. But I’m back now, and we have much to discuss.”He led her toward the car, his mind drifting to the business empire he had built—one she had guided him through. She had been the one who encouraged him to buy Sinclair Enterprises. She had always known best.Why would he ever doubt her?Lana’s POV –Lana had no business snooping.But
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Lilith Wolfe’s POVThe moment she opened the door, her eyes met a young woman standing in front of her, holding a file in one hand, the other clenched at her side. Lilith took her in quickly. Dark hair cascading in loose waves, a sleek black blouse tucked into an ivory pencil skirt that hugged her curves, and a poised yet guarded expression.Lilith narrowed her eyes. There was something… familiar. Not her face no, she had never met her before. But the way she held herself, that look in her eyes. It tickled a distant memory, but before she could place it, Damian appeared behind her.“Lana, you took your time,” he said, stepping forward to take the file from her.Lana didn’t respond right away. She was staring at Lilith. Her fingers trembled slightly before she quickly masked it, forcing a smile.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Wolfe.”Lilith tilted her head, scrutinizing the girl. That voice… something about her was wrong.“Likewise, dear,” Lilith said smoothly, her lips curling int
Last Updated : 2025-02-21THE HIDDEN HEIRESS SOFT SPOTS
Lana’s POV The taste of him still lingered on her lips. No matter how much she tried to shake it off, the memory of last night burned through her like fire licking at dry wood. The way Damian’s hands had gripped her, strong and possessive, the way his lips had crashed against hers with raw hunger—like he was staking a claim. Lana squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply as she pressed her fingers to her lips. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, the way he had pressed her against the cool glass, the firm stroke of his fingers exploring her waist, her thighs, the slow, torturous graze of his thumb— She sat up abruptly, shaking her head. What the hell is wrong with me? Her mind shouldn’t be fixated on a kiss, not when she had bigger things to worry about. Like the truth. Like him. And then, there was her brother. A sharp pang of grief clenched at her chest, and she curled her fingers into the sheets, her breathing suddenly uneven. She had dreamed about him ag
Last Updated : 2025-02-22THE HIDDEN HEIRESS A WALL BETWEEN THEM
The jet touched down smoothly on the private runway, the city stretching out in a golden haze beyond the glass. Even at midnight, Los Angeles pulsed with life—neon lights flickering in the distance, sleek black cars gliding through the streets, and the faint hum of sirens in the far-off background. The air was thick with warmth, a lingering heat from the day, carrying the scent of asphalt and luxury. It had been two weeks since the whole kissing incident and cafe incident. She still hadn’t gotten any feedback from Trisha. Damian had informed her of a business trip they had to take for a business meeting in Los Angeles. Damian barely spoke as they descended the steps of the aircraft, his phone in hand, thumb gliding over messages. His presence remained commanding even in silence, his tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the top, the fabric clinging to his broad frame effortlessly. A private car awaited them. Lana slid into the leather seat beside him, her body still buzzing from exh
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Lana’s world had shrunk down to one thing.Damian.The way his mouth teased over her breast, lazily, expertly, sending sharp currents of pleasure through her.The slow, sinful flick of his tongue.The way his lips sealed around her, sucking gently before tightening with intent.Her head fell back against the pillow, her spine arching, every nerve in her body aching for more.She couldn’t stop the gasp that left her lips, the soft sound twisting into a whimper as his teeth grazed her hardened peak through the sheer material.Heat pooled low in her belly, dark and molten, spreading in slow, torturous waves.Damian’s hand, large and possessive, slid up her thigh, his fingers pressing into her skin—holding her there, keeping her in place.She felt his control, the sheer dominance of his touch, the restraint barely hanging by a thread.“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured against her skin, his breath a hot caress against the damp silk.Lana’s fingers dug into his shoulders, muscles taut bene
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Lana’s world was spinning.She felt weightless and consumed, lost beneath Damian’s touch, his lips, the heat of him.Every inch of her skin was on fire, every nerve ending burning with a need she didn’t understand but desperately craved.And Damian—He was everywhere.His mouth, his hands, the way his body pressed her into the mattress, molding against her like he belonged there.Lana gasped as he rolled his hips again, a slow, agonizing friction that made her body tremble.It was too much.And not enough.She could feel the sharp edge of desperation in his touch, the tension in his body, the restraint hanging by a thread.His name escaped her lips in a breathless whimper, her head tilting back, surrendering to the pleasure rushing through her.Damian growled, his teeth grazing her throat, his fingers dragging up her inner thigh—But then—Something snapped.A flicker of panic pierced through the haze, slicing through the heat, tearing through the pleasure.This was a lie.She wasn’t
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The sun was barely up when Lana stepped out of the luxury hotel’s grand entrance, her heels clicking lightly against the smooth pavement. The air in Los Angeles was crisp, carrying the faint scent of ocean breeze mixed with the exhaust of early-morning traffic. Despite the coolness, the warmth of the rising sun cast golden hues over the city skyline, making the glass towers shimmer.A sleek black town car waited at the curb, its polished exterior reflecting the neon lights of the hotel’s signage. She hadn’t been given much instruction, only that someone would be picking her up for the meeting. As she approached, the driver—a tall man with sharp features and a neatly pressed suit—stepped forward, opening the door for her.“You must be Miss Grey,” he said with a polite nod. His voice was deep, measured.“I am,” Lana confirmed, sliding into the leather seat.As the door shut behind her, the car moved smoothly into the early morning rush.“Mr. Wolfe sent me to ensure you arrive safely,” t
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Far in the streets of Chongqing, China, where the city pulsed with neon lights and distant chatter, the underbelly of society remained hidden in plain sight. Below an abandoned bridge, where rusting metal groaned under the weight of time, an alley stretched into darkness.A stray dog barked, its sharp yelps bouncing off damp brick walls. It stood alert, ears perked, staring into the shadows beyond—a place where the streetlights dared not reach. The pavement was cracked, littered with forgotten things: a tattered shoe, a broken bottle, remnants of stories no one cared to remember.And beneath it all, tucked away in the filth and silence, was a basement.The entrance was barely noticeable—a rusted metal door, half-hidden behind stacks of wooden crates. A single bulb flickered above it, buzzing weakly like an insect on the brink of death. The air here was thick with the smell of decay, damp wood, and something faintly metallic—iron, maybe.Inside, it was darker than the night itself.A v
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“I think you should leave him,” Lana said, grabbing Damian’s hand, her fingers curling tightly around his wrist as if trying to anchor him before he could explode again. But it was too late. The chaos from earlier still clung to them like smoke. What was meant to be a simple movie night had turned into a mess—a disaster, really. They had barely settled into their seats at the cinema, trying to enjoy Love the Drum by Doones, when the situation spiraled. Lana had just reached for her popcorn when an overly bold stranger leaned in too close, his fingers brushing hers under the guise of accidental contact. She hadn’t even fully processed what happened when Damian stood, cold rage flashing in his eyes. The next thing she saw was his fist connecting with the guy’s jaw, hard and merciless. People had gasped, security rushed in, and the entire moment collapsed into chaos. Now, they were seated in a dim booth at Iraq Pacts, the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses offering som
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“You better hurry,” he said with a smirk, his gaze dragging over me in that arrogant way that made my skin prickle. I bit my tongue, swallowing the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I folded my arms and lifted a brow. “Oh well, I can’t dress up with you watching me.” Damian leaned against the doorframe, completely unfazed. “Okay then. I guess we’ll be here all night, because I have no plans of turning around or going to the sitting room. It’s boring there. I’d rather stay here.” I sucked in a slow breath, realizing he was dead serious. He really wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted me to— “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His voice was smooth, teasing, laced with something that made my pulse tick faster. I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, so that’s what this is about?” He shrugged, that damned smirk never leaving his face. “Oh yeah.” For some stupid reason, maybe frustration, maybe defiance, I let out a quiet breath and let the towel in my hand drop. I barely re
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Lana forced herself to breathe as she settled back into her chair, her fingers curling slightly against the smooth surface of her desk. Damian’s words still echoed in her mind—We have a long day ahead of us. He had said it with that usual commanding tone, the one that left no room for arguments. And she hadn’t argued. Instead, she had done the only thing she could—walked out of his office, shut the door behind her, and returned to her assistant’s desk, as if nothing had just happened between them. But now, alone with her thoughts, the problem remained. I can’t take him to Trisha’s place. That’s impossible. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. There was no way she could let Damian meet Trisha—not when Trisha knew her secret, not when she was the only one who had helped her weave the web of lies she now lived in. He couldn’t meet Trisha, not now, not ever. But then there was Zito Whitehawk The name sent a shiver through her as she leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at her l
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The air was thick, charged with something dangerous, something exhilarating. Damian’s lips were on hers, his grip firm yet intoxicating. The world outside his office didn’t exist, only the heat, the tension, the way his body pressed into hers. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, hungry, lost. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to leave, to put distance between them. But here she was, melting under his touch, tilting her head back as his lips traveled down the column of her throat. A sharp voice from outside the office snapped reality back into place. “I own this place too, you know! You have no idea who I am, i will have you fired so move.”“Ma’am the boss wasn’t expecting you”A small voice pleaded from outside. Lana’s stomach dropped. Someone was coming. The door flung open just as Damian straightened, his expression a mix of irritation and forced composure. Lana, still breathless, tried to push past the mortifying reality o
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS BREATHLESS SURRENDER
“Please… let me go.” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, raw from months of pleading. His throat burned, his lips cracked and dry. The damp air of the room clung to his skin, thick with the stench of urine, blood, and something rotting. A shadow moved before him. He couldn’t see it—his eyes were covered—but he felt its presence, looming, suffocating. A sharp click. The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. “No, no, no—what are you doing?” Adrian thrashed against the restraints, the metal biting deeper into his skin. His wrists were torn, his ankles swollen. He tried to jerk away, but the rough sack over his head scratched against his bruised face, suffocating him further. A deep, amused chuckle filled the room. “I’m not the one you should beg,” the man said. Adrian’s chest tightened. The voice was cold, detached, yet oddly entertained. “Is it Lilith?” His voice cracked. “You people have taken everything from me.” “Not everything.” The words sent a chill through him. He cle
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS FLASHBACKS
The air was thick with the stench of damp stone and decay. Adrian Sinclair lay on the cold concrete floor, his wrists raw from the tight metal cuffs that bound him. The dim light flickered overhead, barely illuminating the cramped space he had been thrown into. His head ached, his body stiff from weeks—months?—of confinement. He had lost track of time. The only sounds were the distant dripping of water and the occasional shuffle of footsteps beyond the iron door. The place smelled of mold, of unwashed bodies, of something metallic—blood, maybe. His own, or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. He exhaled sharply, shifting slightly. Pain lanced through his ribs. Probably bruised, if not broken. A reminder of the last time they had come for him. They never spoke much, his captors. Only orders, only demands. “Eat.” “Stay still.” “Talk.” But Adrian had learned long ago that silence was his greatest weapon. If they wanted him to break, they would have to work harder. A scrape echoed th
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The sunlight crept into Lana’s room, stretching its golden fingers across the sheets, warming her skin before she even opened her eyes. She inhaled deeply, feeling the slight stiffness in her limbs as she stretched, arching her back like a lazy cat before rolling onto her side. The world outside was already awake—cars honking, people shouting, the distant hum of life moving on. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then shifted her gaze to the window. The glass was slightly fogged, the early morning air still cool from the night. She could see the city outside—buildings stretching high, endless roads weaving through them like veins. With a sigh, she threw the covers off and sat up, pressing her feet against the cold floor. The morning routine began. She dragged herself to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she examined herself in the mirror. Messy hair, sleep-heavy eyes, lips slightly parted from the remnants of dreams. She ran a hand over her face, then reached
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS BENEATH THE NEON LIGHTS
Victor Lanchester gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his knuckles whitening under the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The city buzzed around him, neon signs flashing against the wet pavement as he cut through traffic, barely paying attention to the cars he was weaving past.That bastard.His jaw clenched at the thought of Damian Wolfe, the golden boy, the man who had everything—the money, the power, the untouchable reputation. And now, Lana Grey.Victor scoffed.Damian might think he owns her, but no woman—especially not one like Lana—could ever be fully claimed.And he was going to prove it.The memory of that humiliating fight outside Super Mario still burned in his mind. He had been caught off guard, sure, but that wasn’t going to happen again. Damian had made a fool of him, in public no less, and Victor had never been one to forgive or forget.He took a sharp turn, the tires screeching slightly against the asphalt, his lips curling in a smirk.She was the key.La
THE HIDDEN HEIRESS ADRIAN
The vibration of Damian’s phone cut through the thick tension in the air. The sound was sharp, insistent, like an unwanted chaperone barging into a moment that was dangerously close to unraveling into something reckless.Lana’s breath was still uneven, her body betraying the control she tried so hard to maintain. His palm, warm and firm, still rested on her thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of her shorts. He didn’t move to answer the call immediately. Instead, his gaze held hers—heavy, smoldering, unreadable.“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Her voice was quiet but steady, though inside, she was anything but.Damian exhaled sharply, clearly irritated at the interruption. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and then, with visible reluctance, answered.“What?” His tone was clipped, his fingers tapping absently against her skin as if he’d forgotten they were still there.Lana sat frozen, trying to push past the lingering heat between them, but she couldn
