Matthew Lockwood and Adrian Thorne were born rivals, competing for everything from love to business. When their families arrange an engagement between Matthew’s sister and Adrian, Matthew vows to stop it at all costs. But as secrets unravel, including Adrian’s dangerous Mafia ties and the hidden truth behind the engagement, Matthew finds himself drawn to the one man he’s spent his life hating. In a world of lies, betrayal, and passion, Matthew must decide: can he trust the man who’s both his enemy and his obsession? And when the lines between love and revenge blur, will Matthew survive the deadly game they’re playing? The game has only just begun...
View MoreI paced my room restlessly, the carpet muffling the sound of my dragging steps, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside me. Every stride felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of my anger was physically anchoring me to the floor, grinding me down until I was nothing more than a shell driven by pure, seething rage. My chest heaved, heart pounding so loud it rang in my ears—louder, it seemed, than the silence suffocating the room.And it was all because of him. Adrian.God, why? Why the hell did it have to be him?Out of everyone—every miserable bastard this wretched city had to offer—why did fate tie my life to his? It didn’t feel like destiny. No, this wasn’t fate—it was a punishment, cold and calculated, delivered by a universe that must’ve hated me from the start. A cruel joke played at my expense, and the worst part? I walked right into it. Blind. Foolish.I threw my head back, a bitter, humorless laugh ripping from my throat—dry and broken. The sound echoed o
I quickened my pace, every step fueled by the fury twisting inside me. The distance between us shrank rapidly, my breathing shallow, uneven. Meanwhile, Adrian walked leisurely ahead, completely unbothered. His hands were tucked lazily into his pockets, shoulders relaxed, his gait slow and deliberate—as if the world itself dared not touch him. That infuriating calmness made my blood boil hotter, rage clawing at my insides like a feral beast begging to be unleashed.He didn’t glance back, didn’t spare me a second of his attention. It only made me seethe harder. Every muscle in my body coiled tighter, the urge to hurt him overtaking reason.Before he could slip into the safety of his room, I lunged. My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his arm in a bruising grip. Without hesitation, I yanked him back and slammed him hard against the cold, unyielding wall. The sharp sound of impact cracked through the corridor, loud and unforgiving. But Adrian—damn him—barely blinked.His dark eyes m
Morning came far too early, dragging me out of sleep before I was ready. The pale light of dawn crept through the half-closed curtains, bleeding into the room with a dull, grey hue that did nothing to warm the sterile air. I blinked slowly, fighting the heaviness in my eyes as I stared blankly at the ceiling overhead, my mind caught somewhere between dreams and the harsh pull of reality. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening to the deafening silence pressing in from all sides.An unfamiliar calm settled over me — not the kind born of peace or comfort, but the kind that came only from pure exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, my body sore in ways I couldn’t explain. Still, there was one small mercy — the gnawing hunger from last night had dulled. The food, as much as I hated to admit it, had done its job. I could almost taste it still — bland, lukewarm, but necessary. Denying that would’ve been a waste of energy. But swallowing it down had burned worse than any hunger. Every bite fel
I forced myself to sleep, tossing and turning beneath the cold sheets that clung to my skin like a second, suffocating layer. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes or how many times I flipped my pillow to the cooler side, sleep refused to claim me. The more I tried to surrender to the darkness, the harder it became—like my mind was trapped in a cruel, endless loop of restless thoughts, each one dragging me further from the peace I sought. Every memory, every regret clawed its way to the surface, whispering in my ear, refusing to grant me even a sliver of mercy.Silence wrapped around the room, thick and heavy, suffocating in its stillness. But even in that quiet, my body betrayed me. My stomach growled—low, guttural, desperate—the sound bouncing off the barren walls like a taunt. It wasn’t just hunger; it felt like something gnawed at my insides, like worms tearing through flesh, devouring the fragile lining of my stomach, clawing for anything—anything—to fill the hollow void.I could
Matthew's POV Adrian said he didn’t kiss me.His voice had been calm—too calm—detached, indifferent, almost convincing if not for the way my skin still burned with the memory of him. He stared straight through me, as if the words he spoke were simple facts, not loaded with consequence. But no matter how smooth his tone, no matter how steady his gaze, I don’t believe him. Not for a damn second.The memories of last night are a mess, a chaotic blend of light and shadow, broken fragments scattered across my mind like glass shards—sharp enough to sting, but never clear enough to piece together. They flash too quickly, disappearing the moment I try to grasp them. Yet, one truth remains—my body remembers what my mind refuses to fully see. The way I woke up this morning… weak, sore, disoriented—every inch of me screaming a silent truth his mouth refuses to speak.He’s lying. He has to be. There’s no better explanation.I can still picture the way his eyes didn’t so much as flinch when he sa
I didn’t want it to end. Every fiber of my being screamed for more—to push past the limits, to drag this moment out until nothing else existed but him and the way he felt beneath me. But I knew I couldn’t. I had already crossed a line that should have never been blurred, already allowed myself to sink too deep into something I had no right to claim.And yet, despite knowing this, I still couldn’t stop myself.So instead, I struck Matthew's dick while kissing him, pouring every unspoken desire, every ounce of restraint, and every buried frustration into the contact. My fingers curled against his skin, my grip tightening as if that alone could tether me to the present and keep me from unraveling entirely. His body shuddered under my touch, a sharp gasp tearing through the heavy silence before he slumped forward, his weight crashing into me. His breath, uneven and scorching, fanned against my throat, and I felt the way his pulse thundered in sync with mine, erratic and uncontrolled.I he
Adrain's POVI sat in the dimly lit living room, the pile of files in front of me demanding my attention, but despite my best efforts, my mind kept wandering. The papers in my hands blurred as I replayed the events of the day, and, more specifically, thoughts of Matthew invaded my every moment.I knew he’d stepped out earlier to meet his friends. I always knew. There was nothing he could do that I didn’t notice, no matter how subtle. I watched him like a hawk, meticulously observing each move, each glance. A sly smile curled at the corners of my lips, amused by how much control I had over his emotions.The anger in his eyes when he looked at me, the fury building within him every time I outsmarted him. It was all so... delicious. He had no idea just how much power I held over him. Each glance, every clenched fist, only made me feel more in control. The way he couldn't stand losing, how he loathed my victories—it was like a game to me, a twisted kind of sport, and I was winning.Matthe
*At the club*"You must be kidding me!" Noah’s voice cut through the heavy silence, sharp and unrelenting. His disbelief rippled through the room, thick enough to suffocate. His wide eyes bore into mine, scanning my face as if searching for some sign—some tiny flicker—that I was joking. That this was all some twisted prank I’d drop at any second.But I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t.I had told them everything. Every humiliating, gut-wrenching, pride-shattering detail. Now, they just stood there, staring at me like I’d confessed to willingly setting myself on fire.Kyle exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples as if the pressure in his skull had suddenly doubled. "Wait… you’re telling us that everything that happened that night—everything—was just a setup? A piece inside Adrian’s bigger plan?"I forced myself to nod. "Exactly."Kyle let out a low scoff, his jaw working. "And instead of you screwing him over, he turned it around and fucked you?"The words sliced through me, blu
The mansion loomed before me, an imposing fortress of glass and steel. Even from the outside, it reeked of money—obnoxious, in-your-face wealth. Typical of Adrian. The man never needed to say a word; his riches did the talking for him.I stood there, arms crossed, staring at the sheer size of the place. It was far bigger than I had expected, swallowing up the surrounding landscape like a beast. My jaw clenched. This was a mistake.The sharp slam of a car door snapped me from my thoughts. Adrian. His presence alone was enough to make my teeth grind. He approached, his pace unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I refused to acknowledge him, keeping my eyes fixed ahead.He was so fucking annoying. If I could strangle him and get away with it, I would.Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy.“You coming?” His voice was flat, indifferent, like he couldn’t care less whether I followed or not.I didn’t answer. I already knew this arrangement would do me more harm than good. But
Matthew's POV The moment I stepped into the room, my eyes immediately landed on him.Adrian Throne.The son of a bitch I so much detest. He sat there, drinking and talking to this lady. She seemed as cheap as her make-up as she smiled at him cheekily.Why are all ladies like this? Why do they like men whom they are sure will break their hearts?I clenched my teeth at that thought. Anger boiled in me and the next second I was already landing a punch on his face. The sound of my fist on his face was great, but the greater impact was when the glass he held on fell on the floor and shattered."You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I kept on punching him. Ready to spoil his so-called handsome face. It's unlike me doing this, but I couldn't help."What are you doing? Stop" The lady kept shouting in nothing but fear, this little scene caused a lot of commotion. But I didn't care.I hate this bastard with everything in me.Of all the men in this world, it was him...dad chose to marry Evelyn off...
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