⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation. He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?" I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't." He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings. He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore." Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
View MoreThe day had finally arrived. The morning sun poured through the windows, casting a warm golden glow over the house. Harrison stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his suit. His hands were steady, but his heart raced with excitement. Today was the day he would marry Emma, the woman who had brought light back into his life after so much darkness.He could hardly believe it. After everything they had gone through, after the pain, the uncertainty, and the fear, they had come this far. Now, they were about to start a new chapter together, one filled with love, happiness, and hope.Harrison looked at his reflection one last time, straightening his tie before walking out of the room. Downstairs, he could hear the soft murmur of voices. Rachel and Ethan were already there, helping with the final preparations. Emma was getting ready, and Harrison couldn’t wait to see her, to see the woman he would call his wife.He walked into the living room where Rachel and Ethan were waiting
Harrison slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft warmth of the bed around him. But as he turned to his side, he noticed something was missing. Emma wasn’t there. His heart skipped a beat. Where could she be? He rubbed his eyes and sat up, glancing around the room. She wasn’t on the other side of the bed, and the house felt unusually quiet. His mind raced as he pushed the covers off and got out of bed. Maybe she was in the sitting room or downstairs. He quickly walked out of the room, his steps light, as he looked for her. As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear voices coming from the sitting room. It sounded like Emma, Rachel, and Ethan. Harrison’s heart lifted a little at the sound of their voices. He smiled to himself, glad they were all together. It meant everything was okay. When he reached the sitting room, he stopped in the doorway. There, sitting together on the couch, were Emma, Rachel, Ethan, and the maid who had been helping with Ethan. They were all talking an
Morning light crept into the room, soft and warm. Emma slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of Harrison’s arm around her. He was still sleeping, his breathing slow and steady. She smiled, her heart full of warmth. She had never felt this peaceful before. His presence beside her made everything feel right. But she didn’t want to wake him. He needed his rest. Carefully, she slid out of the bed, being as quiet as possible. The cold air of the room made her shiver slightly, but the memory of last night kept her warm. She tiptoed out of the room and into the sitting room, not wanting to disturb him further. Once she reached the sitting room, Emma let out a sigh of relief. It felt like her own space, a place where she could just think and breathe. She reached for the remote and switched on the TV, hoping for some distraction. The soft buzz of the screen came to life, but she didn’t expect what came next. The news anchor’s voice echoed through the room. “Breaking news: Mr. Blackwood
The door clicked shut softly behind us as Harrison and I entered our room. The house was quiet, but the thought of everything that had happened still hung in the air. The past days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, in this moment, there was just the two of us. I walked towards the bed, my heart racing as I thought about everything we had been through. But before I could sit down, I felt Harrison’s presence behind me. I turned slowly, meeting his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel the tension building between us. Without warning, he stepped forward, his hands reaching for me. My heart raced as he gently pulled me into his arms. The warmth of his body surrounded me, and for a moment, I let myself relax, feeling the safety and comfort he always gave me. But then, the moment shifted. Harrison’s hands moved to my waist, his touch firmer now, sending a ripple o
The moment we stepped through the door, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally home. It felt like a lifetime since I had last walked through this threshold, but there was something different about this time. It wasn’t just the physical space—it was the change in the air, the way everything seemed just a little bit lighter, a little less heavy. It wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but it was a step in the right direction. I didn’t even have time to fully take in the warmth of the house before my feet were moving toward Ethan’s room. My heart had been heavy with worry ever since I’d heard about the accident. It was like I couldn’t breathe until I knew he was okay. I pushed open the door quietly, my eyes immediately searching for my son. Ethan lay in his crib, surrounded by the soft glow of the nightlight, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest telling me that he was peacefully asleep. Relief filled me, but it was bittersweet. I stepped closer, careful not to disturb him. T
The atmosphere in the hospital room was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the soft beeping of machines, the only sound breaking the silence. Rachel sat in the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Luca, especially after everything he had done. But deep down, she hoped that, at the very least, he had changed. Luca stood by the door, his hands clenched tightly by his sides. His face was weary, eyes downcast, as if he was afraid to look anyone in the eye. He had been through so much, but nothing felt as heavy as what he had done to Rachel. He had hurt her, destroyed her family’s trust, and pushed her to the edge. The weight of his actions had followed him every day since, and now he had come to this moment to face the consequences. Harrison stood beside Luca, his presence offering quiet support. He hadn’t said much on the drive over, but Harrison knew this was importan
the morning sun filled the room with a soft glow. Harrison looked at his brother, Luca. They had done something huge together, something that took all their strength. After everything they’d been through, he didn’t want to keep holding on to their old fights. “Luca,” Harrison said quietly, “I think it’s time we put all this behind us. There’s no point in fighting anymore. We’re brothers. We should stick together.” Before Harrison could say more, Luca spoke up. His voice was low, and there was a sadness in his eyes. “No, Harrison. I need to say something first. I’m sorry.” Harrison was surprised, so he stayed quiet, listening. “I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, Emma, and Rachel,” Luca continued, looking down. “I let my hunger for power control me. I thought I was doing it for us, for the family, but it was just my pride. I was wrong.” Harrison could see Luca’s regret. This was the apology he had waited for, but now that it was here, it felt strange. He felt a mix of rel
Back at Harrison’s apartment, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Harrison moved quietly, his mind still reeling from everything they’d gone through. He and Luca hadn’t spoken much on the way over; both were too lost in their own thoughts, each weighed down by the magnitude of what they were about to do. They were about to open a drive that held the only real chance they had to stop Mr. Blackwood—one of the most dangerous men they’d ever crossed paths with. Harrison took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he plugged the USB drive into his laptop. His hands were trembling slightly. The weight of what they were about to witness filled him with a mix of dread and resolve. He knew they needed this evidence, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that whatever was on this drive had cost lives—especially the life of Rachel’s sister, a wound that still hadn’t healed. Luca sat beside him, watching Harrison with a calm and focused expression. But Harrison knew his brother well enough to s
The drive to the hospital was tense and silent. Harrison focused on the road, replaying his approach to Rachel in his mind. He knew she’d be furious seeing Luca, but he also knew they needed her help. Beside him, Luca looked calm, but Harrison sensed his brother’s mind working just as intensely, planning his next steps. When they reached the hospital, Harrison paused outside Rachel’s door, taking a steadying breath. He wasn’t sure how Rachel would react, especially with Luca here. But there was no choice—they needed that USB drive, and time was running out. Pushing open the door quietly, he found Rachel asleep, her breathing soft and steady. The sight of her lying there, still and peaceful, stirred a wave of guilt in Harrison. She’d already sacrificed so much for them. Emma, who had been sitting quietly by Rachel’s bedside, looked up as they entered. She quickly moved over to Rachel and gently shook her shoulder. “Rachel, wake up,” Emma whispered, glancing warily at Luca. Rachel st
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining through the blinds, making lines on the dusty floor of the big house. I was doing my chores, focused on cleaning, when the doorbell rang. I sighed and wiped my forehead. Who could it be at this time? It was only three o'clock, and Mr. Hathaway didn’t have any meetings.I walked down the hallway in my cleaning shoes, feeling nervous. I looked through the peephole and saw my boss, Mr. Hathaway. His gaze made me feel a thrill. There had been some tension between us for months, but we had never talked about it.I took a breath and opened the door. "Mr. Hathaway," I said, trying to sound calm.He looked at me, his eyes hungry, making me aware of my maid uniform. "Emma," he replied, his voice deep. "I didn’t expect to see you here."I stepped aside for him to enter. "Mr. Hathaway," I whispered. "Do you need something?"He walked in, his eyes on me. "Emma," he said, his voice lower, "I’m here to check your work."I felt my cheeks heat up...
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