Katniss“This… this is what will satisfy you. Tell me… are you ready for it?”The way his deep voice carried those filthy words sent shivers through me. My body felt impossibly hot, every nerve on edge, aching for him. We had done this before, more than once, but this time… this time was different. There was no pretense, no haze of alcohol, no tricks or stimulants. This time, it was real, raw, and mutual. We both wanted this. Fully aware. Completely willing.“Then please me, honey,” I said softly, my voice teasing yet laced with challenge.His eyes widened slightly in surprise at my bold words, as though he hadn’t expected such a response from me. But then, that reaction turned into something darker—a smirk spread across his lips, filled with wicked intent.“You naughty little lady,” he murmured, gripping my chin lightly. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, pressing and tugging at it playfully before he bit his own lip in that irresistible way that made my pulse race.James’s hand dr
KatnissChu...He kissed me tenderly again, his lips brushing against mine. His strong arms slipped under my legs and back, lifting me bridal style, and gently setting me down in the bathtub."You’ve made me take another bath," I protested with a small pout.James looked at me, his eyes twinkling but there was warmth in his eyes. "My apologies, love. Let me pamper you this time,” he said with a smile in his voice.I shook my head, but I couldn’t help smiling a bit. “You won’t last,” I countered, pointing at him. “Just look at that.” His eyes glinted with anticipation and I saw his libido stir once again after the ejaculation he just had.James chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating through the bathroom. "I can’t help it. You’re irresistible and I love you,” he said seriously and for a moment I was speechless by such a declaration.Lifting the handle on the shower, he set the water till it became warm enough to soothe me. The steam and the feeling of the water splashing on my skin wa
JamesEveryone was staring at me, Katniss, and Giselle.It wasn’t just Eloise, her mother, and Christopher. The entire Archer family was present, their judgmental eyes piercing through the room like a storm waiting to unleash.“Is this for real?” one of them asked. I didn’t know who he was—a man not much older than Christopher, but with the same cold, calculating presence.“That… woman managed to hide a child, and now her child gets to claim our family’s wealth? What kind of madness is this?” The man’s tone was dripping with disdain as his eyes flicked toward Katniss, as if dissecting her every flaw.I opened my mouth to respond, but Katniss placed her hand on my thigh, gently stroking it—a silent plea for patience.“I’ve already warned you not to insult my partner,” Christopher snapped, his voice sharp, protective.“And you’re still defending her? Even now? Pathetic,” the man retorted with a sneer.“You—”“Enough, Christopher.” The commanding voice of Katniss’s grandmother sliced thr
Liam"After disappearing for years, the top businessman in France, Mr. Christopher Archer, has finally announced that they have found their biological daughter, Katniss Archer. She is someone who once worked at Corleone Company as a famous fashion designer, influencing the fashion world with her style and innovative creations during her time there,"announced a well-known world news presenter with a composed tone.I sat on the couch, glued to the television screen, focusing intently. Beside me were my father and my stepmother, Emma. We were in the living room, watching this cursed news. My anger rose like a blazing fire.“This is my boyfriend. I’m sure you all know who he is. James. He used to be the CEO of Kent’s Corporation. But no longer. He will be the CEO of Archer Corporation from now on.”I shifted my gaze toward my father. His jaw tightened, and his expression screamed outrage as the report continued. His face turned an alarming shade of red."Dear!" Emma called out in a worri
Emma"I don't understand, Emma," he said, frustration lacing his voice."You’re putting too much pressure on Liam," I replied, my tone sharp yet composed. "You expect him to surpass James, but can’t you see how overwhelmed Liam is? He’s still struggling to adjust.""He needs someone more experienced to guide him through this process," he argued, his voice steady yet defensive. "And you know I can’t bring in someone unrelated to the family for such a responsibility. My son... your stepson. Look at how far he’s come, standing on his own two feet. See how successful he is now.""You mean... Henry?" I asked, tilting my head, though I already knew the answer.He nodded hesitantly."Yes," I whispered softly, yet firmly. "Henry, darling."I leaned closer. "Let him lead the company with Liam. Together. You know they’d make a powerful combination."His eyebrows furrowed. "Do you really think that’s the best idea?""Of course, it is. It’s the smartest choice right now. If you leave Liam to hand
ScarlettI stared quietly at my phone. My hand trembled slightly as I saw the name on the screen."What does he want? Why is he calling me now?" I muttered to myself. It had been ages—no, it felt like centuries—since the last time I’d received a call or even a message from him.I hesitated, unsure whether I should answer. But in the end, I decided to pick it up.And the moment I did, his words cut through me like a knife."Where are you? Who let you out?" His voice was sharp, demanding answers.I didn’t respond right away.“Scarlett! I’m talking to you right now! I know it’s you who answered the call!” he barked, his tone furious. It wasn’t hard to imagine the look on his face—red with anger, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes burning with frustration.“I went to the prison, and damn it, you and Renata were gone! Answer me! Where are you? Who’s the idiot that set you both free while you’re still on record as prisoners?”I kept my expression neutral, my voice calm, but the annoyance was
Chapter 1Katniss“Get away! Let me in! I am still his wife,” I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the broad chest of the bodyguard barring my way. After ten minutes of hysterical begging, I finally forced the door open.I cried helplessly, tears streaming down my face. Everyone in the room looked at me with disgust.“That woman! Why is she here?” Their murmurs cut through me like blades.This should have been the happiest day of my life. My husband, who had left for a business trip five months ago, was now returning home. But now, standing in the doorway, I witnessed the unthinkable: he was marrying another woman—the very woman who had schemed to drive us apart. She had always been a loser, but now she had won.I strode forward, my face burning with anger, and slapped her hard across the cheek.SLAP!If I hadn't overheard the maids gossiping, I would never have known about their secret wedding. But why? How could he betray me like this?She winced, clamping her mouth shut to stifle a gas
Five years later...My breath caught as his hand slid along my waist, caressing my stomach. His lips teased the side of my face, then moved to my ear, kissing softly. I heard him whisper in his deep voice, "The first time I saw you in the club, I knew I wanted to have a one-night stand with you."I closed my eyes, unable to stop a single tear from falling. My toes curled, wanting to push the body above me away and run from there. But I had no other choice.My daughter had just finished treatment at the hospital, but she wasn't allowed to go home because I hadn't yet paid off the hospital bills. I work as a fashion designer, but this month's salary hasn't come in because the company is going through a crisis, and my boss absolutely refuses to give me an advance.And here I am now. In a cheap hotel with a stranger whose name I don't even know. I need money fast! Following advice from a friend who secured my company, I made up my mind to sell my body because I was informed that it was hi
ScarlettI stared quietly at my phone. My hand trembled slightly as I saw the name on the screen."What does he want? Why is he calling me now?" I muttered to myself. It had been ages—no, it felt like centuries—since the last time I’d received a call or even a message from him.I hesitated, unsure whether I should answer. But in the end, I decided to pick it up.And the moment I did, his words cut through me like a knife."Where are you? Who let you out?" His voice was sharp, demanding answers.I didn’t respond right away.“Scarlett! I’m talking to you right now! I know it’s you who answered the call!” he barked, his tone furious. It wasn’t hard to imagine the look on his face—red with anger, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes burning with frustration.“I went to the prison, and damn it, you and Renata were gone! Answer me! Where are you? Who’s the idiot that set you both free while you’re still on record as prisoners?”I kept my expression neutral, my voice calm, but the annoyance was
Emma"I don't understand, Emma," he said, frustration lacing his voice."You’re putting too much pressure on Liam," I replied, my tone sharp yet composed. "You expect him to surpass James, but can’t you see how overwhelmed Liam is? He’s still struggling to adjust.""He needs someone more experienced to guide him through this process," he argued, his voice steady yet defensive. "And you know I can’t bring in someone unrelated to the family for such a responsibility. My son... your stepson. Look at how far he’s come, standing on his own two feet. See how successful he is now.""You mean... Henry?" I asked, tilting my head, though I already knew the answer.He nodded hesitantly."Yes," I whispered softly, yet firmly. "Henry, darling."I leaned closer. "Let him lead the company with Liam. Together. You know they’d make a powerful combination."His eyebrows furrowed. "Do you really think that’s the best idea?""Of course, it is. It’s the smartest choice right now. If you leave Liam to hand
Liam"After disappearing for years, the top businessman in France, Mr. Christopher Archer, has finally announced that they have found their biological daughter, Katniss Archer. She is someone who once worked at Corleone Company as a famous fashion designer, influencing the fashion world with her style and innovative creations during her time there,"announced a well-known world news presenter with a composed tone.I sat on the couch, glued to the television screen, focusing intently. Beside me were my father and my stepmother, Emma. We were in the living room, watching this cursed news. My anger rose like a blazing fire.“This is my boyfriend. I’m sure you all know who he is. James. He used to be the CEO of Kent’s Corporation. But no longer. He will be the CEO of Archer Corporation from now on.”I shifted my gaze toward my father. His jaw tightened, and his expression screamed outrage as the report continued. His face turned an alarming shade of red."Dear!" Emma called out in a worri
JamesEveryone was staring at me, Katniss, and Giselle.It wasn’t just Eloise, her mother, and Christopher. The entire Archer family was present, their judgmental eyes piercing through the room like a storm waiting to unleash.“Is this for real?” one of them asked. I didn’t know who he was—a man not much older than Christopher, but with the same cold, calculating presence.“That… woman managed to hide a child, and now her child gets to claim our family’s wealth? What kind of madness is this?” The man’s tone was dripping with disdain as his eyes flicked toward Katniss, as if dissecting her every flaw.I opened my mouth to respond, but Katniss placed her hand on my thigh, gently stroking it—a silent plea for patience.“I’ve already warned you not to insult my partner,” Christopher snapped, his voice sharp, protective.“And you’re still defending her? Even now? Pathetic,” the man retorted with a sneer.“You—”“Enough, Christopher.” The commanding voice of Katniss’s grandmother sliced thr
KatnissChu...He kissed me tenderly again, his lips brushing against mine. His strong arms slipped under my legs and back, lifting me bridal style, and gently setting me down in the bathtub."You’ve made me take another bath," I protested with a small pout.James looked at me, his eyes twinkling but there was warmth in his eyes. "My apologies, love. Let me pamper you this time,” he said with a smile in his voice.I shook my head, but I couldn’t help smiling a bit. “You won’t last,” I countered, pointing at him. “Just look at that.” His eyes glinted with anticipation and I saw his libido stir once again after the ejaculation he just had.James chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating through the bathroom. "I can’t help it. You’re irresistible and I love you,” he said seriously and for a moment I was speechless by such a declaration.Lifting the handle on the shower, he set the water till it became warm enough to soothe me. The steam and the feeling of the water splashing on my skin wa
Katniss“This… this is what will satisfy you. Tell me… are you ready for it?”The way his deep voice carried those filthy words sent shivers through me. My body felt impossibly hot, every nerve on edge, aching for him. We had done this before, more than once, but this time… this time was different. There was no pretense, no haze of alcohol, no tricks or stimulants. This time, it was real, raw, and mutual. We both wanted this. Fully aware. Completely willing.“Then please me, honey,” I said softly, my voice teasing yet laced with challenge.His eyes widened slightly in surprise at my bold words, as though he hadn’t expected such a response from me. But then, that reaction turned into something darker—a smirk spread across his lips, filled with wicked intent.“You naughty little lady,” he murmured, gripping my chin lightly. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, pressing and tugging at it playfully before he bit his own lip in that irresistible way that made my pulse race.James’s hand dr
JamesMy hands slid up and began to undo the knot of her bathrobe. A quick look behind me ensured that our daughter, Giselle, was still asleep like we had found her. A smile of satisfaction appeared on my face.“Ah!” Katniss let out a small moan as I picked her up with ease, her arms and legs automatically locking around my body for balance.“Shhh… love,” I whispered, my grin becoming even wider. “It’s our time. We cannot allow our princess wake up.”She seemed embarrassed, her cheeks red, but her arms went around my neck. “We cannot do this in front of her,” she said softly, and she was breathing heavily.I pulled her closer and gently, softly kissed her on the lips. “Of course,” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of the challenge I would soon be presenting her with.Gently, I supported her and walked her back into the bathroom. Carefully, I let her stand on the counter beside the sink and looked at her for a moment. Her robe was rather flowing and it exposed quite a lot of skin. He
JamesIt boiled my blood to the core. We were in our room now, but Christopher, her father, was still here—lingering, as if waiting for a moment to set things right.“Please forgive my sister,” he began, his tone measured. “She’s... blunt. A bit sharp-tongued, but she has a kind heart underneath. Don’t worry; I think she was just testing you.”“With all due respect, sir,” I said, keeping my voice controlled but firm. “You should have told your sister outright that speaking disrespectfully to Katniss, especially in front of our child, is unacceptable. Giselle is just a little girl. Children are impressionable, and words like that can leave scars.”Christopher exhaled deeply, nodding. “I know, James. I’ll talk to her.”“It’s okay,” Katniss said softly, stepping close. Her hand brushed over my back—a soothing gesture that calmed my raging thoughts.“I understand,” she added, her gaze meeting mine with unwavering strength. “This is just one of the hurdles I need to face. I know it won’t b
Katnis: The mansion wasn’t just grand—it was more like a Roman-era palace. Every corner screamed majesty and tradition, with thick tension lingering in the air, heavy as the intricate drapes adorning the walls."Come," Christopher’s voice carried authority, but there was a softness to it as well.“Your grandmother is at the hospital for a routine check-up. She’ll be here in a few hours. You should rest—you must be exhausted,” he added, his gaze steady.I nodded silently.“Maids, escort them to their rooms,” Christopher directed.“Yes, Sir.”“This way, Miss, Sir,” one of the maids gestured toward the sprawling staircase.Behind us, other staff members gathered our belongings—several suitcases, trunks, and personal items. Moving into the Archer estate for an indefinite period felt surreal. It was a chance to rebuild everything from scratch, a life reborn amidst layers of judgment.Before we could ascend, a sharp voice cut through the air, halting us in place.“So, that’s your daughter?