ZinaMy gut feeling told me that Gwen was stuck inside. She wasn't psychotic enough to have to burn down her own house. This was the house she had lived in all her life and raised her sons, where she kept a shrine for her dead son. The very thought of her setting it on fire seemed absurd. She might have been bitter and unkind, but I couldn’t see her doing this kind of destruction.Immediately, I called the fire service, and they assured me they were on their way, but waiting around wasn’t an option. I needed to be sure Gwen wasn’t trapped inside, even though she had been nothing but an ass to me.The fire was spreading quickly, consuming everything in its path. "Gwen!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping she could hear me. The fire roared louder, burning one side of the house. I ran through the backyard and pushed open the kitchen door, and though that side wasn’t engulfed in flames yet, it was hot as hell and thick with smoke.I kept screaming for Gwen until my voice grew h
AnthonyAt first glance, Easy Money Ventures looked like a random, harmless structure. It looked like the headquarters of a legitimate enterprise, except that it wasn't.Only victims like me knew the cruel bastards that ran this place.I stood before the building, staring at the slanted walls and windows tinted and reinforced with bulletproof glass.Easy Money indeed, I thought bitterly. The bastards hid behind their glossy front, pretending to help people with loans. In reality, they preyed on the desperate, sucking them dry with ridiculous interest rates and contracts designed to trap them.Standing there, I contemplated my next move. Should I go in calmly and try to reason with them?Explain that while they had taken the money I owed them, the rest wasn’t mine and needed to be returned.Or should I demand my money
ZinaI jerked awake from an alarming dream, drenched in sweat. My breath was heavy and uneven as I sat up. The dream had been almost too absolute, with Anthony in some danger. It bothered me in ways I didn’t want to admit.Why the hell did I keep dreaming about him, especially since he was probably somewhere out there squandering the money my late husband had worked so hard to earn?“Don't think about it,” I said out loud. “It's just your mind playing tricks on you.”Or maybe it was a sign, but even if it were, what could I do about it?How likely was it that his problems began just when the money was transferred to him?For my own sake, I needed to stop thinking about him. What we shared was just a bond that could be broken, nothing more.Dragging myself out of bed, I went to the kitchen and poured mys
AnthonyIt had been two long, grueling weeks since I arrived here—two weeks without daylight. The cell was suffocating. The air was heavy with sweat, filth, and despair. I hated it.There was no escape, not even the chance of bail. Zina had done everything she could, and even my mom had tried. But the court refused, claiming the case was too severe and that Vivian was supposedly afraid for her life because I was a “threat.” The irony of it all. The real criminal was out there, living her life, while I rotted in this hellhole.Zina had mentioned that D'Angelo was hunting for Vivian, but there wasn’t a single trace of her. Wasn't that enough to show everyone that she was a manipulative bastard? Yet here I was, gripping the cold iron bars, feeling every ounce of rage flood me.The cell was filled with men awaiting trial, some hardened criminals. Every day was a battle
AnthonyMy eyelids felt heavier than lead, and my eyes struggled to peel open. When they did, my vision blurred and became unfocused.The cold, hard floor pressed against my body, and the first emotion that gripped me was fear when I realized that I couldn't move my legs. It felt lifeless and foreign as if they belonged to someone else.I panicked, attempting to call for help, but even my tongue refused to cooperate.Everything felt wrong. I couldn't lift my arm or stand. I attempted to shift, but even that was impossible as my wolf wouldn't cooperate.Something was wrong, and as I searched for an explanation, I realized that they must have weakened me with something.My belly was knotted with regret, wishing that I hadn't been stupid enough to come here without backup. Marcus had warned me to be careful because I could be overpowered.
Zina Unable to sit still, I paced around the apartment. D'Angelo had told me about two hours ago that his men had found Anthony battered and lying helpless on the floor.My heart dropped when he told me, and my mind raced with a thousand questions. It had to be Vivian. That wicked, conniving bitch had ruined his life.Now that I was sure that Anthony was under duress to have fucked Vivian, my resolve to help him grew stronger. Gwen was sitting in the corner with deep worry lines on her face. Now and then, she’d glance at me and ask why they had not arrived. I even saw her wipe a tear from her cheek.My paranoia grew by the minute. My trembling hands wouldn't settle, and I felt so much tension. I kept calling D'Angelo, asking him where the guards were. He sounded calm and said they were coming, but I could sense the annoyed undertone. He was busy at the secretariat, handling important matters.Unable to stand it any longer, I headed downstairs, hoping that moving would shorten the wa
ZinaAnthony and I lay side by side, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. Having no desire to be anywhere else, I felt so relaxed and calm, enjoying lying beside him. His eyes were lidded with a look of satisfaction as he enjoyed the moment The room was silent, a comforting one that neither of us wanted to break. I loved how we fit together, and I felt at peace for the first time since Grey's death. In a way, I felt compensated for my husband’s death. The ache in my heart was easing. But as I sank deeper into that peaceful thought, Anthony broke the silence. “I’ve got this sinking feeling that Vivian isn’t done yet. She’s going to try and destroy our lives.”I raised my head, frowning slightly as I turned to face him. He was staring at the ceiling. My irritation burned out of control. “Why the hell are you giving Vivian so much power? She's just a thief and a murderer. She has no real power over you.”His gaze bounced from place to place. “You don’t understand. She’s go
D'Angelo povIt was still surreal to me that I had a daughter. She was beautiful and perfect. Now I understood why most girls and their fathers had an unbreakable bond. My baby, Angel, was a chubby little thing with soft, rosy cheeks and bright eyes that seemed to sparkle every time I looked at her. She had this way of sucking on her feeding bottle as though it was the most important thing in the world. Every time I saw her, it filled me with awe. I could hardly believe that she was mine.I visited her mom's house often because I always needed to see my baby. Kira didn't like me going there alone. She had a lingering suspicion that Alexis might still have feelings for me or want to take advantage of the situation. But Alexis wasn’t a threat, and it’s not like I could even look at another woman. I was madly in love with Kira and was loyal to her. I only wanted to be part of my child's life. So, I stopped telling Kira every single time I was going to see my daughter and just went af
My mind fluttered away, anxious that D-Day had finally arrived. Aunt Helena didn't make it, and I was sure that I would see her on the mainland.Half in anticipation and half in dread, I prayed that everything would work out smoothlIt wasn't as exciting as a competition usually is, as the girls already knew the winner, but that was the least of my worries. All I wanted was for this to be over so I could live happily ever after with Adonis without anyone interrupting uOn D-Day, we were getting dressed, and the private helicopters were already outside to take us. I felt a little sad to leave this beautiful place, so full of peace and far away from the madness and complexities of lif"What's on your mind, my queen?" Natalia joked behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I need to make sure that your makeup is perfectMy stomach churned, and I grew anxious by the gazes that I would get from people, knowing that there was no way in hell my father wouldn't find out. I didn't know what
Sophia looked over her shoulder and shot Iris a glance from the corner of her eye.She hated her so much that anytime she saw her, her skin would crawl. Sophia didn't think she was capable of hating anyone that badly. Iris was an insignificant pest and would soon be crushed. She was blocking Sophia's path and stealing what belonged to her.The silly girl didn't know what was about to come for her, and Sophia just couldn't contain her excitement at the thought of watching her crumble when the truth came out.Let the show begin!A muscle tic jumped in her cheek, and she felt a flush of warmth spread through her body, making her lightheaded with thoughts of how the fool's lies were about to be exposed.Sophia had always known there was something off about Iris, and now her suspicions were confirmed—she was the Syndicate Alpha's daughter.The deceit made her blood boil, and she vowed to expose Iris for the fraud she truly was.How could she have the audacity, the sheer audacity, to partic
Iris I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt heavy, and my vision was blurry. When I finally managed to pry them open, the world around me was hazy.Confused, I closed my eyes again, trying to clear the fog from my mind. I opened them a second time, and my vision was clearer, but I realized that something was amiss.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my back, making me gasp. I reached around and felt a thick layer of sterile dressing covering my skin.Then the memories of that horrific moment came flooding back: the scorching acid pouring down my back, the pain that seemed never-ending.Damn it, I couldn't believe that this wasn't just some nightmare in my head—it was all too real. My back would never be the same again, all because of some jealous psycho's twisted actions.My heart broke miserably, and I swallowed hard. Whoever was behind this was heartless, and all for what? Adonis, who would never choose them anyway?They had no shame. It was disgusting how l
AdonisI was furious when I discovered that some sick bastard dared to douse Iris's body with acid.It felt like a cruel joke, a sickening slap in the face—and I couldn't wrap my head around something so despicable that could happen to a pure, harmless soul. I blamed myself for letting her leave the safety of my sight. If only she had stayed a little longer, this terrible act could have been prevented.The thought of what she must be going through filled me with rage beyond words.Machines were beeping, and medical staff in scrubs were working quickly to attend to her. My mind was chaotic as I paced around the small clinic."Dammit," I swore, breathless with rage. After they had gotten her out of danger, I was allowed to see her.I gently brushed a hair off her face while the highly skilled medical staff efficiently attended to her wounds."We've identified that the acid used is a mild form, and fortunately, it didn't affect her internal organs. She will recover quickly," one of them
🔞🔞🔞Adonis and I lay side by side on the grass. It had been over twenty minutes since the power outage had enveloped the mansion, and boy, did we love it. We had all the privacy we needed to explore our bodies. I stifled my laughter when Adonis wrenched my skirt up around my ass. He was inordinately pleased with himself at that moment, which only intensified my smile as I pulled his shirt off and kissed him softly on his chest.'Surely you're not thinking about having sex here in the open,' I said playfully into his mouth as he pulled me tighter against his naked body. He smiled as he nipped my jawline softly before kissing me harder.“Who's going to try and stop us, right? There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with you.”“And what if someone sees us? What if there are guards patrolling the house? Or if the power comes back on?”Adonis covered my mouth hungrily before pulling out a pack of condoms. 'Well then, I guess we'll have to hurry because I have no desire to le
The girls were fuming with envy toward me, and I noticed how they would frown and sulk whenever I walked into the room.They were unnecessarily rude, talking behind my back and giving me fake smiles, and even those who were nice enough were just putting on an act.Jealousy couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard they tried to mask it. The way the girls were acting toward me was unsettling. Their envy consumed them so much that I worried they might do something to hurt me.I hoped they wouldn't attempt to poison my food.Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I pulled out a classic literature book I had taken from Adonis' study and tried to ignore the subtle insults from the other girls.The trick was to act like I didn’t hear them, but I couldn’t deny that their words stung. It was hard to remain calm.“Let’s be real,” one of the girls, who seemed the most spiteful, spoke up. “Alpha Adonis might have flirted with other girls too. He’s probably testing to see who’s the best before making his c
The sound of footsteps outside her cell drew Helena’s attention back to the present. She tensed as Victoria, Alexander’s whore, approached her, clasping her hands together in a tight grip. The hatred Helena felt for Victoria surged to the surface, burning hot and fierce. She had never known she could hate anyone more than she hated this woman. Victoria needed to be punished for causing Mona so much pain, even up until her death.Victoria’s smirk was malicious, her satisfaction evident as she raised her chin high, wild-eyed. She looked down at Helena with a smug expression, as if relishing in her suffering.“So, how is the confinement?” Victoria asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.Helena shrugged and turned away, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. “What do you think?”“You should eat,” Victoria said indifferently, setting a tray of food on the floor. “We’re just trying to find your niece.”“I won’t touch anything from you,” Helena spat back, her voice full
Helena sat on the cold, gray stone floor of the dank cell in Alexander’s house. The bastard had locked her up for three days. The stone was rough and unforgiving beneath her, seeping its chill through her thin clothing. She leaned against the damp wall, the smell of mildew and decay filling her nostrils, wondering when this madness would finally be over.Her thoughts kept circling back to her husband, Bruno. A spineless coward, that’s what he was. It angered her to no end that he hadn’t come for her. But even more than her own predicament, she was worried about Iris. The girl’s safety weighed heavily on her heart.Helena sensed danger closing in. She needed to warn Iris to flee before it was too late. She had seen the evil in Alexander’s eyes, the way he relished in others’ pain. He was capable of anything. Her greatest fear was that Alexander would drag Iris back into his cruel world, the same world that had nearly destroyed her.History was repeating itself. Helena’s sister, Mona
When I entered Adonis’ room, the lighting was dim, just bright enough to reveal his sleeping figure. The heavy curtains barely let in any light.Adonis lay still, his powerful frame resting under the covers. Despite his powerful Lycan nature, he looked fragile, as if strong medications had knocked him out.I stood there, my mind confused. How could someone as powerful as Adonis fall ill? His blood was stronger than most werewolves', making him more resistant to illnesses and diseases than any of us. Fred’s gaze lingered on me, as if he could read my thoughts. His smile was gentle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There was surely something behind it."Don’t worry about him," Fred assured me. "It’s just stress. I’m sure when he wakes up, he’ll feel a lot better.""Stress?" I echoed, trying to make sense of it. "What’s causing him stress? He seemed fine the last time I saw him."Fred ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. He looked away and his eyes avoided mine as if the ans