Jamest felt like everything had changed so quickly, so deeply, especially with Katniss here with me. Our days were filled with emotions I couldn’t fully explain—an intense passion mixed with fear and hope. And right now, as she touched my face and drew herself closer, I couldn’t hold back anymore.Her kiss, though gentle, warmed me. There was tenderness in her kiss, but also a desire that I knew wasn’t only mine. It was a way to express all the feelings that had been locked away in our hearts for so long. I felt my body respond to her kiss, her tongue moving cautiously, but I couldn’t hold myself back.I knew the nurse was in the room, and there were a few other staff members around as well, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, I wanted her. And when her lips met mine, it felt like the outside world faded away. My body slowly followed the rhythm of the kiss, demanding more, pushing deeper. There was tension in my chest, like an explosion of emotions that could no longer be contained.Bu
RenataNews of Katniss and Ethan's divorce spread quickly. When I first heard it, an overwhelming wave of anger crashed into my heart. I didn’t like it. I really didn’t like it.Their divorce meant a huge opportunity for James and Katniss to be together again. And that was something I could not accept. They were already bound together in a never-ending cycle, and now everything seemed to be falling into place for them.I sat in the living room, trying to calm myself, but the news kept haunting my thoughts. As I stayed focused on that, my attention was drawn to Scarlett, who looked far too pleased about this situation. Her wide grin—full of satisfaction, maybe even joy—only made me more annoyed.“You seem really happy. This is exactly what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?” I said, opening the conversation. Scarlett just stared at me, offering me a smug look.“Are you sure you’re going to get what you want? You really think you’ll get Ethan?” I asked, not hiding the jealousy in my ton
JamesMy phone buzzed in my pocket, shattering the warm silence between us. I sighed, already anticipating who it might be. The name flashing on the screen confirmed my suspicions."Dad," I greeted as I answered, keeping my tone steady.His voice came through sharp and direct, and the moment I heard the clipped edge to his words, my stomach tightened. He wanted something, and he wasn’t the type to ask lightly.I listened, my brow furrowing with each word. A tight knot formed in my chest, but I let him finish before responding. “Alright,” I said, my voice as calm as I could muster. “We’ll see you soon.”I ended the call, my fingers gripping the phone harder than necessary. Turning to Katniss, I forced a smile, though I could see she wasn’t fooled."That was my dad," I began, pausing for a moment to gauge her reaction. "He… he wants us to come to New York.”“Let’s go there with me and Giselle, Katniss,” he said.Her eyes widened slightly. I knew this wouldn’t be easy for her. Hell, it w
Katniss:It's been a few days since that man's arrival. I've already looked into who he is, who that man really is. Christopher Archer. One of the top 10 richest people in the world. How could I not be shocked? All this time, I thought my father had passed away because my mother said so. But it turns out I was completely wrong. I still don’t know what made my mother keep this a secret, what caused them to separate. I was still lost in my own thoughts until I could hear James’s footsteps behind me, and then he suddenly stood beside me, murmuring softly, "Are you okay, Katniss? You’ve seemed so down these past few days. I’m really worried," he said, gently cradling my head before pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth he gave me, before finally looking up at his face, filled with concern. I tried to smile, though it felt so heavy. "I don't know, James. Everything just changed so quickly. All that’s happened... it’s too much. My disappointment i
Katniss: “Stop it! Please, stop it!” I screamed hearing my voice crack, pleading with them to release James to us . “James, no!” I could only scream in an effort and with a lifted head, and for a second he looked at me. He was overwhelmed by a blend of pain and apologies before they shut until he fell into unconsciousness. “Enough!” His father ordered then pointedly; an order laced with resentment. But the blows kept coming. Over and over, they attacked him again and again, savagely. In despair, I turned to his father and my voice became louder. “Do something—he’s going to die!” I was sobbing and the veil of hate mixed with desperate anxiety burned through my face as I shouted. James’s father paused for a while without saying anything. Then, with astonished steps, he approached Liam quickly and pulled the man's sleeve, forcing him to back up. “I said, stop it!” He barked this out and instantly, silence dropped like a curtain. Liam breathed hard and was still seething; his hands
James:I tried to open my eyes. I felt exhausted and even my muscles were sore as if I had been pinned to the ground with large stones. I smelled a familiar smell. I finally tried to open my eyes and my guess was right, I was in the hospital. Turning my head to the side, a faint smile tugged at my lips. Giselle was sleeping on my chest, her breathing steady. Katniss, on the other hand, was sitting beside me, holding my hand tightly even in her sleep.But my gaze didn’t stop there. Someone else caught my attention—Mr. Archer. My forehead creased in confusion."What’s he doing here? Did Katniss call him?" I wondered. But that didn’t make sense. Katniss despised him. There was still too much anger and disappointment in her heart toward him. Before I could think further, I heard a soft sound.“Emhh…” Katniss stirred. Her eyes blinked open, and she sat up straight the moment she realized I was awake."You’re awake?!" she asked, her voice sharp with shock.I smiled gently and nodded. "Slow
Katniss:We finally returned to the hotel."Careful," I warned him as he tried to lie down on the bed.James smiled at me. “I’m fine, sayang. Don’t worry. It’s just bruises. I’ll be better in a week," he said so casually, as if I hadn’t seen how close he was to death just hours ago.“When you were almost… dead?” I asked, my voice shaking with fear. “No, James,” I replied, and he let out a light chuckle. I sighed heavily in relief.“Is there anything you need?” I asked, trying to care for him as best as I could.James shook his head. “Go to Giselle’s room. She probably wants you to stay with her tonight. I’ll wait here. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”I tilted my head slightly, my curiosity piqued. “About what?” I responded.He shook his head. “Later.”Sighing, I nodded. “Alright, I’ll tuck Giselle in first.”“Mhhm,” he answered.An hour later, I returned to the room, expecting James to be asleep by now. But when I entered, he was still awake. Even in his pain, he was
James:I never expected that Katniss would turn to me and put her life in my hands in such a way. What she said resonated in the very core of my being."You... Katniss..." I had a lot of trouble trying to create whole sentences. For the first time I could ever remember I found myself with no real response."In your family..." Katniss started speaking quietly, her voice heavy with truth and bitterness. "I know that there is a mastermind behind their cruelty, a sinister person who has filled their hearts with hatred and malice."I tightened my hands into fists when her words finally sunk in. I had an idea whom she was talking about all this time. Emma.”Emma,” she said with a sneer as if she was spitting out the name.For a second, the steel in Katniss’s expression gave way. “Regardless of all the suffering that your father and brother inflicted on you, deep inside you still harbor warmth towards them,” she said.Such of ch words awakened mixed emotions in me – resentment, and sadness,
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?