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"You're so shameless, hugging your lover right outside the courtroom! But I guess you have nothing to fear when you've got a judge on your side!" Margaret's angry voice sliced through the hallway.Emmeline jerked away from Zavian's embrace, her gaze drawn to the courthouse entrance where Richard, Yuna, and his parents stood glaring at them.The hostility radiating from the group was palpable, like a physical wave of animosity washing over her.Margaret's normally elegant features contorted into an ugly visage of contempt that transformed her into someone Emmeline barely recognized.The corridor suddenly felt smaller and the air heavier as the two groups faced each other in the aftermath of the trial.Emmeline felt her heart rate accelerate. The small victory she'd just achieved seemed already tarnished by this confrontation. The taste of triumph turned bitter in her mouth."I feel guilty for choosing such a corrupt woman for my son," Margaret spat. Each word was enunciated, designed to
Yuna's gaze flickered briefly to Emmeline, assessing her like a predator, before returning to Zavian. Her perfectly painted lips curved into the ghost of a smile that never reached her eyes—a smile that spoke of leverage yet to be deployed."Aren't you his attorney?" Zavian asked his wife pointedly… in a tone suggesting she should know better than allow her clients make such reckless accusations. "Perhaps you should advise your clients on the legal implications of their statements before her mouth writes checks her family can't afford to cash."Yuna's expression didn't change. However, one could notice a muscle jumping beneath the smooth skin of her jaw—the only indication that Zavian's words had hit their mark.Her eyes burned with an intensity that made Emmeline shiver despite the warmth of Zavian's embrace.Brody, who had been standing with Taehyung and Minnie behind them, stepped forward with a serious expression. His intervention was perfectly timed, adding legal weight to Zavian'
Zavian's eyes burned with violence waiting to unleash. The intensity of his gaze made Richard unconsciously take another step back, some primitive part of his brain recognizing the presence of a superior predator."You won't get those hands back if you try it again!" Zavian threatened, straightening his collar with deliberate calm that contrasted sharply with the storm that still raged within him."I'm not one of your subordinates or your wife. I won't tolerate your tantrums or your hands on my person. Test me again, and you'll know exactly how unwise that would be!"The double meaning in his words sent a shiver down Emmeline's spine. To everyone else, it was a threat of legal consequences, perhaps physical retaliation but those familiar with him understood the true nature of the warning. If Richard pushed Zavian too far, the entities might break free, and there would be nothing left of Richard to prosecute or punish.Emmeline quickly placed her hand on Zavian's back. The contact see
Zavian's fingers closed around Richard's throat and delivered a single, calculated punch to Richard's midsection without a flicker of emotion crossing his marble-carved features.The sound of impact echoed sickeningly in the hushed corridor.Richard doubled over with a strangled wheeze escaping his lips as the air violently fled his lungs. His knees buckled that only Zavian's iron grip on his throat kept him from collapsing entirely.The sudden violence caused ripple through the courthouse corridor. Several onlookers gasped and stepped back, creating a widening circle around the confrontation.The temperature plummeted so drastically that everyone visibly shivered. Zavian's eyes darkened to an obsidian void that reflected nothing. They were the eyes of something merciless that had merely been wearing a man's skin."Don't. You. Dare. Insult. Her!" Each word fell from Zavian's lips like an icicle shattering on stone—a voice that scraped along the primal fear centers of everyone who heard
The effect proved instantaneous. Richard's face drained of color until it resembled chalk as his earlier bravado evaporated like morning mist before a scorching sun.A visible tremor ran through his body, starting at his hands and traveling upward until his entire frame shook uncontrollably.His mouth worked silently, opening and closing without producing sound, resembling a fish thrown onto dry land. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the unnatural cold, trickling down his temples.The moment stretched unnaturally into what felt like hours.Zavian straightened his rumpled shirt with slow, almost ceremonial motions. His eyes never left Richard's face, pinning him in place like a butterfly to a collection board. "Emmeline can sue you for domestic violence," he stated coolly. "Ask your lawyer about the consequences."The last remnants of Richard's confidence crumbled visibly. His shoulders sagged as though under an unbearable weight. His desperate, searching eyes turned to Yuna, silent
Emmeline remained rooted to the spot until Zavian reluctantly removed his hands from her shoulders.His jaw clenched in frustration, and he muttered something that sounded like "stubborn" under his breath.Only then did Emmeline allow her brother to lead her away."Thank you all," Emile threw over his shoulders in genuine gratitude despite his obvious desire to leave.Minnie looked annoyed at Emile's behavior. She waved enthusiastically to Emmeline nonetheless."You’ve won the case now and there's no longer any need to hide. I expect you to come visit me soon!"She raised her voice deliberately to ensure Emile would catch her next words. "No more locking you up at home, do you hear me?"Emile rolled his eyes disapprovingly at the comment.On the other hand, Emmeline kept her gaze fixed on Zavian as long as possible, drinking in the sight of him until they turned the corner at the end of the hallway and he disappeared from view."You're really something, Emmeline," Emile muttered once t
They drove in silence for the remainder of the journey, the familiar streets of Riverwalk passing by in a blur outside the window.Emmeline found comfort in the quiet, grateful that at least her brother would keep her secret from their parents.After fifteen minutes that felt much longer, they pulled into the driveway of the family home.The building loomed before them. To outsiders, it represented success and harmony. To Emmeline, it had become another kind of prison, different from her marital home but confining nonetheless.They entered quietly, only to find their parents standing in the living room, their postures tense with anticipation.Eleanor rushed toward them. "You’re so late! My heart almost stopped from the stress of waiting," she exclaimed, directing her words to Emile despite Emmeline being the one whose fate had been decided today. "What happened in court? Did Emmeline lose the lawsuit?"Emile forced a smile. "What's all this pessimism, Mom?"Charles approached them as w
Zavian's arms tenderly enveloped Emmeline, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other pressed firmly against her spine.The steady beat of his heart against her ear provided a rhythm to focus on—something solid and real amid the chaotic storm of her thoughts.She surrendered to his embrace, drawing strength from his unwavering presence as she had done countless times before, though never with such desperation clinging to her every breath."Please help me," Emmeline whispered. "I don't want to leave."Her arms tightened around his waist with such intensity that her knuckles blanched white.The warmth of his body contrasted with the cool evening air, grounding her in the moment even as her thoughts threatened to spiral into an abyss of panic and loss."My worst nightmare is about to come true, and I have no choice but to submit.” The words tumbled out, each syllable laced with raw fear. "You're the only one who can prevent this from happening."Zavian's hands moved to her sho
“Your Majesty. It’s Cara.” A soft, feminine voice whispered, barely carrying across the lavish bedroom. “I’ve come as summoned.”Zavian didn’t turn. His focus stayed locked on Emmeline, on the fragile rise and fall of her chest and the pale strain in her face.The cords in his neck tightened as fury simmered like a storm restrained by threadbare control.Then he moved.The shift was subtle but it sent a chill rippling through the air.Slowly, he rose to his full height and turned to face the person near the door.Cara froze when Zavian’s eyes landed on her, and whatever words she meant to say died in her throat.His glare burned into her with blistering intensity… with an unspoken warning passed with a single look.“Keep my mate safe. Or you’ll understand what true destruction feels like!”Cara gave a quick, frightened nod. She dared not meet his eyes again.The air shifted once more when the door opened behind her. This time, the presence that filled the room carried a different energ
"Home," Zavian replied, a new warmth entering his voice. His hand moved to stroke her hair gently. "Our home."Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he elaborated. "Not the estate you're thinking of. This is different. We're in another realm entirely."His voice took on a note of reverence. "This is my true homeland, the place I was born. A world parallel to the one you know but governed by different laws and energies."Emmeline's eyes widened in surprise and wonder. Throughout their relationship, Zavian had hinted at his otherworldly origins, but she had never fully understood what that meant.The reality of it… that she had crossed between dimensions was almost too much to process in her weakened state.Instinctively, she tried to sit up, wanting to see more of this new world, but the movement sent sharp pain lancing through her body.Emmeline gasped, falling back against the pillows."Careful now," Zavian was quick to move one hand to support her head while the other rested lightly on h
Emmeline's eyes fluttered open to a bright light that streamed through tall windows.She squinted, allowing her vision to adjust gradually while trying to make sense of her surroundings.Her body felt as though it had endured a tremendous ordeal. Every muscle ached, every joint protested, and a profound weakness permeated her entire being.The pain was particularly intense from her waist down, radiating in waves that made movement seem like an impossible feat.Her limbs felt disconnected from her commands, heavy and unresponsive despite her mental efforts to move them.Emmeline felt an unusual sensation in her left hand after several moments of disorientation and she managed to lift it slightly into her field of vision with considerable effort.An intravenous line had been inserted into her vein, connected to a clear bag of fluid hanging from a sleek medical stand positioned beside her bed.Emmeline blinked slowly, allowing her gaze to wander around her.The room was surprisingly spaci
The room seemed to grow darker and heavier.It suddenly went dead quiet. Not peaceful quiet… the kind of silence that crushes your lungs and makes your skin crawl.The fire that had danced so merrily before had withered to pathetic embers, their feeble orange glow mocking the darkness closing in.Frost slithered up the walls like hungry fingers turning their sanctuary into a tomb.Emmeline trembled violently beneath Zavian, her heart hammering against her ribs. Not from the biting cold, but from the terrifying wrongness radiating from the man she loved.His touch—God, his touch had transformed completely. Those hands that once traced her skin with reverence now moved with mechanical precision like a puppeteer yanking invisible strings.His eyes kept fracturing before her, flashing between the current molten gold, blood-red, obsidian like the very abyss and a silver so bright it hurt to look at.Each transformation felt like a knife twisting in her gut, screaming the truth she couldn't
Emmeline’s chest rose and fell in uneven waves, still trembling from the aftershocks of everything he had unleashed within her.Her skin glistened with sweat and every inch of her painted in the memory of his touch.The raw and soul-rending pain had receded at last, melting into something distant, hazy… almost dreamlike.Whatever Zavian had done to her... It was like a balm to her broken edges, a breath of cool air after drowning in a sea of fire.She blinked slowly, eyes dazed and glassy as the sensations gradually settled into her bones.Her lungs dragged in air hungrily, as though she had finally surfaced after being submerged in a flame licking at every nerve and every thought.A sweet, dizzying relief coursed through her veins, loosening the tight coil of agony that had gripped her since the moment he claimed her.Her fingers curled weakly against his chest. “That’s it? Have I truly lost my virginity?” she whispered, dazed, as though she hadn’t just been wrecked beyond repair.A d
Emmeline felt as though her entire being was being shattered, only to be reforged in the same breath again and again in an endless, excruciating cycle.Her body was no longer her own. It was his canvas, his battlefield, and his altar all at once.Pain seared through her hot and unrelenting, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her brain felt liquified, scrambled, as if it were melting beneath the weight of every thrust, every stretch… every unrelenting claim.Black spots flickered at the corners of her vision like cinders floating in smoke, and her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.She could no longer see Zavian clearly save for the gleam of his eyes and the heat of his penis pounding into her in a savage branding.Every brutal snap of his hips sent her body lurching forward, sent her spine arching in protest and raw need, only to be wrenched back again before she could even catch her breath.There was no mercy in his rhythm only relen
A guttural growl rumbled through Zavian’s chest as her slick walls clamped around him, struggling to accommodate his size.The stretch was unbearable for Emmeline. Her body trembled beneath his weight and her breath came in shallow gasps as she adjusted to the brutal invasion.“You’re so tight.” Zavian’s gaze lingered, devouring every expression that flickered across her face.“I’m fine so far,” Emmeline struggled to articulate her thoughts, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she struggled to contain the tears that threatened to spill. Yet, the way her nails dug into his skin revealed the truth behind her facade.Zavian clenched his teeth so tightly that the sound reverberated through the room, evidence of his struggle for control. He thrust deeper, inch by inch, splitting her open but paused when a sharp cry tore from her throat and her back arching in protest.“It hurts… fuck, it hurts so bad,” Emmeline choked out in a voice cracked and broken, trembling with the rawness of it.Her b
Zavian’s grip tightened on Emmeline’s shoulder as he captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.His tongue slipped into her mouth, demanding, tasting, claiming her as his own.Emmeline was too numb with pleasure to resist—not that she wanted to.Their mouths moved in a synchronized dance.Emmeline breath caught in the moment as his taste lingered on her lips, mingling with the remnants of her own essence that he had just devoured.She traced her fingertips over his chest, teasing the taut peaks of his nipples.Zavian let out a deep, guttural groan that sent her already oversensitized body quivering. His saliva trickled down her throat, laced with her arousal and setting her senses ablaze. Zavian finally released her, just as she was on the brink of breathlessness and fainting.“What do you think of your food?” he murmured.Emmeline licked the taste of her from his lips. She hesitated before scoffing lightly. “Either you’re exaggerating, or I’ve lost my sense of taste because I do
A tremor ran through Emmeline at his words and his tongue swirling around her aching bud. She gripped the sheets tighter, desperate to ground herself against the pleasure consuming her."Zavian," she whispered breathlessly. "You always know how to push me to the edge."Another strangled moan ripped from her throat when his tongue flicked over her clit.Zavian groaned in response, the vibrations sending another surge of pleasure through her."You're driving me mad," he rasped before sucking her into his mouth, drawing her deep, consuming her essence like a man starved.“Oh, Zavian!” A sharp cry escaped Emmeline. She writhed beneath him, every nerve in her body igniting like wildfire as her thighs quivering around his head."If only you could see what I see," Zavian mused. "How your folds swell for me, how they burn with need. Your lips don’t need rouge, love… their blush is natural, painted just for me."His gaze remained locked on hers, dark and filled with something primal. "You're be