Matthew's POV I let Adrain fall on the couch like a bag of rice and went for the door and locked it. When I was sure it was well locked and no one could come in, I turned back to him.A smile tugged on my lips as I watched him all helpless and defenseless before me."Never thought you'd imagine this day" a smirk plastered on my lips. This day, I will forever hold in mind.The day I ruined the great Adrain Throne and reduced him to nothing."Today, you will scream and beg me to go easy on you but you know what? I won't...I will do exactly what you did to Lily, I will break you in the hardest and roughest way and you, will be at my mercy"My friends weren't the only ones that had plans, I did too. I pulled out a herb from my jacket, I was told it helped to stimulate sexual urges. Some people call it aphrodisiac incense but whatever the name is, I want nothing but a result.I placed it on a cigarette plate, brought out my lighter and lit it. The smoke was small at first but as it burne
Matthew's POV It felt like a new beginning, as I stretched out my hands yawning at the now fresh bright morning staring at me. Last night was a tug of war and I'm sure I did complete my mission.My eyes snapped open at that thought, I jumped out of the bed only to cry in pain. My butt hurts, like...Damnit! What just happened?I couldn't believe anything, whatever my mind was telling me. It can't be me right? It's him.It's supposed to be Adrain feeling this pain, not me. I was the one to do all these things to him.Then, the memories of last night came flooding my head, he's got me. Just right where he was supposed to be but it just didn't work as planned. That bastard always has to win in the end. It's a shame how many times I've been trying to get him to beg for my mercy only for me to end up begging.On the bed where we knew clothes. I'm sure he much have kept them for me but fuck him, I won't wear it.I forced myself to walk, I grabbed my clothes on the floor only to see how t
Matthew's POV I hated the way Adrian looked at me, that irritating smirk on his face making me want to punch it away.With gritted teeth, I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face my dad."What’s so serious about what you want to talk to me about?" I paused before adding, "You’ve never been one to involve me in your business.""This isn’t my business, Matthew," Dad growled.I gave him a half-shrug. There was nothing he could say to convince me otherwise. All of this was his business—it benefited no one but him."This is about our family and—" He stopped, cutting himself off before he could say something that might expose him.Letting out a heavy sigh, his voice softened."There’s a problem."I frowned, confusion and unease building inside me."Mr. Adrian can’t marry your sister anymore."That was what he called a problem? This was good news. Something worth celebrating.My heart pounded with excitement. This—this was the best news I’d had so far. Did this mean my efforts had finally
"You should have been working beside me, but I guess I'll find someone else," he said, turning to face me. His expression was cold, unreadable. "When I discovered what your slutty sister did, I feared everything I had built—everything I planned—had crumbled. But then, surprisingly, Adrian seemed interested in you."He paused, studying me with mild amusement."I wonder why he saw you," he mused. "But whatever the case, I'm glad the deal is still on. And you, my son, will take your sister’s place.""No," I interjected, my voice shaking but firm. "Never. I won’t do it, Dad. I won’t be what you want me to be."I forced myself off the floor, my body aching from the weight of his expectations."I'm not my sister. I don’t cower in fear or cry my eyes out. I am a man, and I will defend myself from you. I won’t marry that devil, and I won’t let you, a greedy bastard, dictate my life!" The words rushed out, sharp and unfiltered. "And if you think you've done enough for me, then stop. I’ll pay y
There was no mercy in his eyes, no warmth—only the cold satisfaction of a man reveling in his own success."Stop. I'll do it." The words left me like a jagged lump forced from my throat, scraping and cutting on their way out.Was this what I wanted? To be his puppet, his stepping stone to greatness? No.But what choice did I have?I glanced at my sister—her fragile frame slumped in the chair, her wrists raw from the restraints, her skin sickly pale under the dim light. Even unconscious, she looked like she was in pain, her face twisted in a silent nightmare she couldn't escape. And maybe she never would.If I didn't act now, the consequences would be irreversible.Saving her cost me everything—my freedom, my peace, my happiness.And yet, if given the choice again, would I do it?Yes.Because if I didn't, no one else would. Because the thought of a world without her—without her stubbornness, her laughter, her constant nagging—was unbearable. I'd rather suffer under my father’s thumb, c
I stood in the middle of the grand yet suffocating room, dressed in a pristine white suit. Ordinarily, I would have admired how well it fit me, how the fabric sat perfectly against my frame, exuding a kind of effortless elegance I usually took pride in. But today wasn’t an ordinary day. Today, nothing felt right.Because today was the day I was getting engaged to that bastard, Adrian.The very engagement I had fought to free my sister from had now become my own personal prison. No, not just a prison—a pit. A deep, dark abyss where my fate had been sealed, and there was no escaping it. My heart pounded against my ribcage, a relentless hammering that made my breath come short and uneven. I wasn't forced into this, not physically. No one held a gun to my head or dragged me here against my will. But was it truly free will when the alternative was unthinkable? When a single refusal could cost me someone I loved?From the left corner of the room, my father stood, watching me. Smiling. Like
“What?” I blurted, confusion slamming into me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs.My father’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, his fingers digging in like claws, sharp and unyielding. He twisted, his grip merciless, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I bit back a whimper, forcing it down my throat, but he heard it—he always did. A slow smirk curled at the edges of his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes. He relished this. The reminder that he owned me.“You know how kids are these days.” He let out a dry, humorless laugh, his grip tightening just enough to drive his point home. A warning. His fingers pressed against bone, his nails biting into my skin. Behave.I kept my expression blank, refusing to let him see how hard my heart pounded against my ribs. This wasn’t part of the deal. I was supposed to get engaged in my sister’s place—not be forced to move in with my mortal enemy.A thick silence wrapped around the room, the tension nearly suffocat
The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "What is it?" The question was instinctive, a reflex born out of something I couldn't even name, a desperate hope that something would break the tension in the air, something that would give me clarity. Or maybe I was just expecting a simple greeting—a "hello" would have sufficed.His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart thrum erratically, but he didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on me, as if he was calculating something beneath the surface. For a moment, I thought maybe he would say something, anything, that might make sense of the strange discomfort gnawing at me. But he only took a step back, his voice barely whispering, "Nothing."Nothing? That’s it?A fire ignited inside me. I couldn't help it. I was furious. Was he seriously pulling this kind of joke on me? Did he think I was here to entertain his games? Did he think I would just accept this silence, this mockery? My fists clenched, the mus
Matthew's POV Adrian sank heavily onto the couch, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, his eyes already burning with a hunger that eclipsed everything else. It wasn’t just desire—it was something darker, something primal. And I could feel it, too, swirling inside me, pulling me toward him like gravity. I followed his lead, my legs slipping around his waist as I straddled him, the heat of his body colliding with mine in a rush that set every nerve on fire. Our bodies slammed together like two storms, tearing through each other, both of us desperate to be pulled apart and stitched back together in a single, violent union.There was no room for hesitation. No time for restraint. Our lips crashed together, urgently, demanding, a collision of fire and needed to obliterate everything else. The outside world vanished in that instant, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth: nothing mattered but this, nothing could ever matter more.We kissed like the earth was ending. Like the world had
I no longer cared about the world outside that room—or the chaos clawing at the back of my mind, screaming for attention like a neglected child. Let it scream. Let it howl. Its voice was a distant echo now, fading into irrelevance. I used to live in that noise. I used to drown in it, second-guessing every impulsive choice, every reckless breath that felt too wild, too fast, too dangerous to be mine. I used to ask myself if I was spiraling.But not anymore.Tonight, I didn’t need clarity. I didn’t want a reason.I wanted this.I wanted him.The air between us pulsed with something raw, something unspoken and untamed. The dim lighting draped the room in golden shadows, blurring the harshness of our sins until they almost looked beautiful. His mouth found mine like it was always meant to—urgent, rough, aching. There was no grace in our kiss, no gentle prelude. It was a collision. Violent. Unapologetic. It tasted like desperation and heat and a thousand broken promises we didn't care to f
Matthew's POV "You misjudged us," Lily said all of a sudden, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I frowned, thrown off completely.I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I might be gay—or at least not straight. Whatever label I was supposed to wear, I wasn’t ready for it. And now here she was, throwing in another curveball that only tangled up my already twisted thoughts."Just like you, I too am in a state of dilemma," she said, pausing for a breath, her eyes flickering with something soft—regret, maybe. "I wasn't sure at first, but after kissing Adrian... and then kissing you... I'm more than certain now."She swallowed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth."I like her."My frown deepened. The hell is she talking about? And like who?"Jennie, you slow wink... don't get all worked up," she teased.Then it hit me.Realization crashed into me like a wave slapping across the face. My eyes widened, and I blinked slowly."You like girls?" I a
The night spun out of control in the most unexpected way. As I lay there, the remnants of our heated passion clung to my mind. It felt surreal—yet deeply satisfying—as if I had crossed a line I never imagined I would. And somehow, I didn’t regret it. Adrian and I had never gone that far. We fought, hurled insults, pushed each other’s buttons—but this? This changed everything. It wasn’t just a kiss or even the raw, uninhibited sex. It was the fact that, for once, I was sober. And I wanted it. That truth slammed into me like a freight train. The feeling felt so unfamiliar. I’d always claimed to be straight. Women have always been my preference. I built my life around that certainty. But in those moments with Adrian, my resolve crumbled, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I didn’t understand it. It wasn’t supposed to happen—especially not like this. But the second his lips touched mine, I craved him with a hunger I couldn’t explain. I remembered how he kissed me—better than
Matthew's POV Confusion struck me like a thunderstorm erupting in the middle of a sunlit afternoon—unexpected, brutal, and relentless. It crashed over me, flooding my sanity, blurring the lines between what I knew and what I thought I knew. One moment, everything made sense. Next, I was drowning in betrayal, every breath harder than the last. My feet refused to move, rooted to the floor like I’d turned to stone. I watched them—Adrian and Lily—wrapped in a moment that should’ve never existed. A living, breathing portrait of everything I feared.His hand brushed hers.So simple. So damning.When Adrian’s gaze collided with mine through the crowd, my lungs clenched, useless. He didn’t look away fast enough to spare me the devastation, nor long enough to explain himself. But even that fraction of a second stole the air from my chest. The world shrank to nothing but the sound of blood roaring in my ears, like a tidal wave crashing inward.He didn't flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just turn
I wasn’t prepared for the wave of familiarity that crashed over me the moment I stepped into the event hall. It hit hard—like a tide I didn’t see coming. The soft lighting overhead casts a golden hue across the room, making everything feel strangely dreamlike. Faces I hadn’t seen in years filled the space, some aged by time’s quiet touch, others still clinging to the same goofy, untamed energy they wore in high school. The smell of perfume and cologne mingled with the faint scent of polished floors and catered appetizers, adding to the sensory overload.Laughter rang out from various corners, a backdrop to the hum of overlapping conversations and the occasional cheer erupting from those sudden, emotional reunions. It felt surreal—like I had walked into a memory that had been playing on repeat somewhere far back in my mind, and now, suddenly, I was living in it.I stood there, rooted in place, caught off guard by how easily the past had found me. I knew, on paper, that this event was a
I froze mid-step, heart seizing with a sudden, unexpected pang of guilt.It clawed through me out of nowhere—the realization that I hadn’t spoken to any of my friends in what felt like forever. Not just days. Weeks, maybe. Time had blurred together, slipping past while I’d been caught up in my own mess. I hadn’t noticed how far I’d drifted, how silent I’d become. And now, the silence wasn’t just mine—it had infected everything.What if they thought I’d abandoned them? Ignored them on purpose? Worse—what if they were angry? Hurt?A coil of panic tightened in my chest as I snatched my phone from where it lay buried under a twisted mess of sheets and blankets on my unmade bed. The screen lit up harshly, and I squinted at the brightness, blinking against the sting. My thumb moved quickly, muscle memory guiding me straight to the group chat.Silence.A wide, empty silence. Like stepping into a room after a fight—thick, tense, and echoing with unspoken things.Matthew: Group is dead silent.
Matthew's POV As soon as the car came to a halt, Adrian stepped out without a word. The door closed behind him with a dull, final click that seemed to echo louder than it should’ve. I didn’t move. I stayed rooted in place, my gaze fixed blankly on the dashboard, the soft glow of the controls blurring as my thoughts spiraled. My hands lay loosely clasped in my lap, unmoving, almost lifeless. A knot of confusion tightened in my chest, thick and unrelenting.Had I said something wrong? Something that pushed him away?I tried to trace the thread backward, hunting for the moment when the shift occurred—the second his mood had changed, when the air in the car grew colder, heavier. But nothing screamed out. No harsh words. No sarcasm. Nothing but an invisible wall that had suddenly risen between us, silent and immovable.The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like a weighted blanket I hadn’t asked for. It sat on my shoulders, in my lungs, in my bones. My mind looped the last part of
I slid into the car and shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing a little too loudly in the quiet. The atmosphere inside felt... different. Heavy. Stifling, even. My hands fumbled over my lap as I settled into the seat, trying to look composed, but the truth was far from it. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable; it wasn’t the kind you slip into with someone you trust. No—this silence had sharp edges, pressing against my skin, suffocating me inch by inch. On ordinary days, I wouldn’t have given a damn. I’d have cracked a joke, leaned back, and ignored whatever tension lingered in the air. But right now? My heart was beating like a warning drum, and I couldn’t keep my mind from spiraling. A born flirt. A professional heartbreaker. My jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as I stared at him. If he kissed me like that—so deep, so sure, like I was the only one that mattered—how many others had tasted those lips before me? How many girls had been pulled into that orbit only t