Nathan I barely heard my mother’s voice over the ringing in my ears. My breath was ragged, my body trembling as I stared at the shattered vase on the floor. “Nathan, that is enough!” My mother’s voice cut through my haze of anger. “What if your father hears breaking things in your room? What are you doing?!” I saw red. My head snapped toward her, my hand already rising to strike, but then I froze. My mother. “Fuck!!” I snarled, my entire body coiled so tight I thought I might explode. I needed to hit something—anything. And then I saw the maid standing by the door, her head lowered, her presence insignificant. Without thinking, I lashed out. My palm cracked against her cheek, sending her stumbling to the floor with a painful yelp. She clutched her face, but she didn’t make a sound. She didn’t fight back. She wouldn’t dare. Because there were two kinds of people in this world. People at the top, those who held power, those who could do whatever they wanted without consequence
Nathan “Mmmm” I threw my head back, a low groan slipping from my lips as she took me into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue wrapping around my cock. My grip in her hair tightened, my fingers twisting through the strands as I guided her, controlling every movement. “Go deeper.” She whimpered, her hands gripping my thighs, her nails pressing into my skin as she tried to adjust to my size. But I wasn’t here to let her go at her own pace. I yanked her hair back sharply, forcing her to look up at me, her lips slick with spit. “Open your fucking mouth and take me deep.” I ordered, watching as her breath hitched before her mouth parted obediently. I shoved her back down onto me, making her choke. A wicked smirk curled at my lips as she gagged, her throat constricting around me. “Fuck, good girl,” I murmured, gripping her chin. “Now keep it open and make me cum hard.” I pushed back into her mouth, watching her eyes widen as she took me deeper. I groaned at the fee
Eve I stood frozen in front of the massive building, my fingers tightening around the strap of the bag. Should I go in? Or should I just turn around and go back home, pretend this never happened? I didn’t even know when I left the house. One moment, I was in my room, and the next, I was standing here, staring at Theodore’s company like some lost soul. Okay, maybe I knew how I got here. But I didn’t understand why I agreed. I had spent the past few days locked in my room after finding out I was pregnant. Just like today, I had planned to stay put, drowning in my own thoughts. But then the elderly maid entered my room, her eyes silently pleading with me. That was the first sign something was off. And when she finally spoke, my suspicions were confirmed, she wanted me to take homemade food to Theodore. It was strange. After what happened between us, we hadn’t spoken. He hadn’t come home, and I… well, I had enough on my plate without worrying about him. But when she asked me for t
Theodore I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples in an attempt to ease the tension building behind my eyes. I was exhausted, but there was no time to rest. A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I said, my voice heavy with fatigue. The door opened, and Elizabeth stepped inside. "Good afternoon, sir. We’re ready for the meeting. The car is waiting outside." I arched an eyebrow and glanced at the time. 3 PM. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had been so caught up in work that I completely forgot about the important meeting with Sterling Enterprises. Pushing myself up from the chair, I reached for my jacket when Elizabeth hesitated before speaking again. "Forgive my rudeness, sir, but wouldn’t it be better to postpone the meeting, go home, and rest?" I paused. "You've been at the office for weeks," she continued. "You're working harder than usual. I don't think it is good for your health, sir." Home. Where Eve was. After our
Eve This wasn’t like him. Theodore was always composed, always in control. The perfect gentleman. When I was still working at the hospital, he was well-respected and praised for his kindness. Everyone saw him as a sweetheart—the kind of man who wouldn’t show affection in public, the kind of man who would be patient and gentle, even in bed. But they were all wrong. Maybe I was wrong, too. The first time we had slept together, he had been exactly what I expected, his touches were soft, he was careful with me. But now? Now he felt like a beast starved for too long. His lips crashed against mine again, rough and demanding, as if he wanted to consume me. His fingers curled into my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside with a hunger that made my knees weak. Heat coiled low in my stomach as his hands roamed, tracing every curve, memorizing every inch of me. He tilted his he
Eve I watched Theodore as he ate, his face looking worn and tired, like he hadn't had a proper meal in days. Now that he was finally eating, I was happy. I didn’t know that watching someone eat could bring me this much joy. “Are you going to keep making me fall for you by looking at me like that?” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. Theodore was looking at me with a small teasing smile. I raised an eyebrow. “Theodore, when are you going to stop?” He reached out, gently moving a stray strand of hair from my face before his fingers trailed down, brushing against my lips. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Until you fall in love with me.” I smiled but didn’t say anything. He had been saying things like this after we entered his office, but I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t sure if I ever could. Theodore picked up a piece of meat with his fork and held it out toward me. “Do you want a bite?” The moment the scent hit my nose, my stomach twisted painfully. Although it
Eve The moment I stepped out, both women looked at me as if they had just seen the devil himself. Their mouths hung open. They were frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. I took a slow step forward, my voice low and deadly. "Say it again." I met their gazes head-on, daring them. "I dare you to repeat what you just said in front of me." “I-I….” Jennifer swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. The receptionist, however, recovered quickly. She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, you were here all along?" she drawled. "That’s kind of creepy, don’t you think? Just sitting there, listening like some stalker." The other woman tugged at her arm. “Linda, stop.” But Linda yanked her arm away, rolling her eyes. “Why? Why should I stop, Jennifer? I’m already fired, aren’t I? Might as well say whatever I want.” Then she turned her full attention to me, her expression twisting with pure venom. “I don’t know what kind of tricks you pulled to get
Eve I pushed the door open and stepped inside with Daisy. Theodore’s voice echoed in the office as he spoke on the phone. His back was to us, his tall figure standing near the window, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone to his ear. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms. My eyes trailed over him before I even realized what I was doing. He looked effortlessly attractive, like something out of a dream. Daisy leaned toward me, her voice teasing. “I can see you lusting after big brother, Eve.” I flinched, tearing my gaze away from Theodore. My face heated as I whispered back, “That’s not true.” Daisy chuckled. “Mmm, sure.” I narrowed my eyes at her, but before I could say anything, she tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I’m curious though… do you have a type?” I blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?” Daisy’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Do you like the gentle sweetheart type, or…hmm…” she tapped her c
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldn’t be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. “Dr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.”I glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. “She’s becoming more popular every day,” Elijah muttered under his breath. “You should improve on your moves.”Asher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for getting it without your permission. I didn’t kno—”I smiled, taking the ice cream from him. “Thank you, Levi. I was craving some.”He sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.“Oh, how’s your older brother?” I asked, eyes still on the photographs. “He’s still going for his checkups,
Rosa “Hahahaha!” I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until I’m satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" “Yes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?” "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xander’s beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didn’t need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “T-That man… he’s Asher.” The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.”The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.”Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.”My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?”Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.”My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.”Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. “Dr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?”I stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.“....”Don’t look at him, Rosa. Don’t you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not going to raise your hands?”I smiled playfully. “Mr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity to—” I felt his fingers press ever so slightly “Keep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.”I chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when you’re about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some don’t even understand what’s happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesn’t give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldn’t move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ah… so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didn’t pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his family….. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. “What are you doing, Dr. Rosa?” I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. “And?” “And, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people don’t run away from me,” she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. “Like you might have noticed, I’m way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,” she grinned, “I’m a little confused. Why are you running away from me?”
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou