Oh, shit. My heart pounded like a war drum. Before I could react, Cynthia yanked me down with her, making me slide off the chair in one sharp movement. My back slammed against the cold wood of the desk, breath hitching as we pressed ourselves against it.The air felt thick, suffocating. I turned my head so slowly, and the moment I saw Jaxon, a cold knot tightened in my stomach.He stood at the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. My heart pounded, my breath hitchng in my throat. He hadn’t seen us. Not yet. But every second dragged, stretching unbearably, like a rope pulled too tight, ready to break.If he took even a few steps closer… if he pulled out the chair and sat, then—We were screwed.Exposed.Doomed.The thick desk barely shielded us and there wasn’t enough space to crawl underneath, so we pressed our backs against it, gripping each other’s hands so tightly that my knuckles ached.Every second felt like an eternity, the silence stretching, heavy and
The soft hum of machinery filled the air, low and almost hypnotic. Then, with a faint click, the chandelier above flickered to life, casting a silver glow over the space.For a moment, I thought it was just a passageway—a shortcut leading somewhere else. But as the light spread, the shadows melted away, revealing something far more striking.This wasn’t a passage.It was a restroom.No—more than that.My heart pounded as I took it all in. This wasn’t just a place to freshen up; it was a quiet display of wealth and power. Every inch of it felt intentional, untouched, as if nothing ever moved unless it was meant to.To the left, a long, sleek rack held an immaculate collection of tuxedos, each hanging with precision. Black, white, dark grey—every shade exuded elegance, the kind of suits worn by men who didn’t just follow rules but created themJust below, a row of polished dress shoes rested on a glass shelf, each pair lined up perfectly. The leather shone under the light, spotless and
The moment my eyes landed on the wall, my breath hitched. There they were. Pictures—dozens of them.Photos of me as a child, my small hands clutching a toy, and my toothy grin wide and innocent. Pictures of me in high school, frozen in time, caught in moments I barely remembered—laughing with friends, lost in thought, staring out of a classroom window. Some were crisp and clear, others slightly faded, as if they had been touched too many times, held too close, cherished beyond reason.A lump formed in my throat.Why?How did he even get these?My fingers trembled as I reached out, tracing the edges of a picture, one from my first year in high school. He had been watching me all along.The realization sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear that took hold of me—it was something deeper, something raw. Love. Devotion. An obsession that felt both overwhelming and terrifying.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stepped back, taking in the sheer magnitude of what I was
Myla POV:At twenty-three, I knew exactly what I wanted: to marry the love of my life and start my own family. Today was my wedding day—a day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl.I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the lace of my wedding dress. My hands trembled, not with excitement but with a feeling I couldn't explain. I had dreamt of this moment for years —walking down the aisle to the man I loved, the man I was about to marry. Today was supposed to be perfect.My fiancé, Damien Brooks, is the love of my life. We met three years ago, and it was love at first sight for the both of us. In a few hours, we will finally be husband and wife.My breath hitched as I looked at my reflection. The dress was breathtaking, hugging my curves perfectly, with the train flowing behind me like soft waves. My dark hair was styled elegantly, framing my face, and the veil rested gently over my head. For a moment, I felt like a princess. “ Are you ready, darling?” my mother's voice i
My heart felt as if it had been brutally ripped from my chest. My mother - the woman who carried me for nine months, the one I would lay down my life for — and Damien, the only man I'd ever truly loved, had destroyed me. Their betrayal was a wound that consumed me.I stood frozen in the doorway of Damien's bedroom, unable to move my eyes away from the scene that had shattered my life. My mother was still straddling him, her face showed no sign of shame or regret. While Damien had the audacity to smirk as if he had just won a lottery.I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked off the veil from my hair and threw it to the ground. I tore my wedding dress, ripping it apart as anger consumed me. My legs became weak, barely able to hold my weight. "You were supposed to love me. Both of you."" Love you?" Damien scoffed, leaning back against the pillows, completely unbothered by my presence. " Myla, do not be naive. I was never in love with you. I just wanted a taste, and now that I've had it. I'
Tears welled up again, and I clenched my fists, hating him even more for backing me into a corner. “You want to know what’s wrong?” I yelled, spinning around to face him. “My mother and my fiancé…” My voice cracked, and the rest of the words refused to come.Instead, I crumpled into tears again, unable to hold back the emotions. Jaxon stepped forward, his expression softening as he drew me into his arms once more.“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “Let it out, Myla. You don’t have to do this alone.”For the first time in hours, I felt peace. Jaxon may have been the last person I wanted to lean on, but in that moment, he was the only one there.“Come on,” he said gently, guiding me toward his car. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”I didn’t resist as he helped me into the passenger seat. He turned to one of his workers, who had arrived on the scene, and instructed them to take my car for repairs.As the car pulled away, I stared out the window, tears streaming silently down
“Of course, I've… had sex with a man before,” I thought to myself. Once. Twice. Well, maybe. He didn't actually get the chance to go all the way in, but that still counts, right?"You're still so young, Myla. You need to embrace your true self more… I have a zoom meeting to attend. Chat up if you want,” Cynthia said before hanging up.I covered my face with a pillow and let out a muffled, irritated scream. This wasn't the first time Cynthia was lecturing me, and I was extremely tired of it. I decided to do something rash. I took all the remnants of the wine in the bottle.The wine tasted… Sweet.“Whoa," I said to no one. Realizing I was talking to myself, I started giggling. My head felt good. Really good.I laughed again. Why didn't I drink more often? It was making me feel really, really, really good."Stupid, Cynthia," I murmured. "I'm having fun. And I want sex. I want...to...FUCK! I want to fucking fuck."I giggled again and made a decision. I went over to my phone and unlocked i
He kissed me all over, and I melted into him, gasping for air. Every touch from him sent waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless. I didn't think anyone could make me feel this way."You taste so good, Myla.” Jaxon whispered, his lips against mine, his voice filled with pleasure. “I can't stop it anymore.”As he deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin between my thighs, igniting a fire I couldn't control. His breath, warm and steady against my neck, sent shivers running down my spine. At that moment, I didn't want him to stop. I loved what he was doing to me.The kisses weren’t enough; I wanted more. The need to feel him inside of me completely consumed me, an irresistible desire burned within me. Slowly, I bit his lip before letting it go. A smirk played on my lips as I caught the hungry look in his eyes. Jaxon was ready to devour me.He smiled, the kind of smile that made my knees weak. His thumb gently rolled over the ti
The moment my eyes landed on the wall, my breath hitched. There they were. Pictures—dozens of them.Photos of me as a child, my small hands clutching a toy, and my toothy grin wide and innocent. Pictures of me in high school, frozen in time, caught in moments I barely remembered—laughing with friends, lost in thought, staring out of a classroom window. Some were crisp and clear, others slightly faded, as if they had been touched too many times, held too close, cherished beyond reason.A lump formed in my throat.Why?How did he even get these?My fingers trembled as I reached out, tracing the edges of a picture, one from my first year in high school. He had been watching me all along.The realization sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear that took hold of me—it was something deeper, something raw. Love. Devotion. An obsession that felt both overwhelming and terrifying.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stepped back, taking in the sheer magnitude of what I was
The soft hum of machinery filled the air, low and almost hypnotic. Then, with a faint click, the chandelier above flickered to life, casting a silver glow over the space.For a moment, I thought it was just a passageway—a shortcut leading somewhere else. But as the light spread, the shadows melted away, revealing something far more striking.This wasn’t a passage.It was a restroom.No—more than that.My heart pounded as I took it all in. This wasn’t just a place to freshen up; it was a quiet display of wealth and power. Every inch of it felt intentional, untouched, as if nothing ever moved unless it was meant to.To the left, a long, sleek rack held an immaculate collection of tuxedos, each hanging with precision. Black, white, dark grey—every shade exuded elegance, the kind of suits worn by men who didn’t just follow rules but created themJust below, a row of polished dress shoes rested on a glass shelf, each pair lined up perfectly. The leather shone under the light, spotless and
Oh, shit. My heart pounded like a war drum. Before I could react, Cynthia yanked me down with her, making me slide off the chair in one sharp movement. My back slammed against the cold wood of the desk, breath hitching as we pressed ourselves against it.The air felt thick, suffocating. I turned my head so slowly, and the moment I saw Jaxon, a cold knot tightened in my stomach.He stood at the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. My heart pounded, my breath hitchng in my throat. He hadn’t seen us. Not yet. But every second dragged, stretching unbearably, like a rope pulled too tight, ready to break.If he took even a few steps closer… if he pulled out the chair and sat, then—We were screwed.Exposed.Doomed.The thick desk barely shielded us and there wasn’t enough space to crawl underneath, so we pressed our backs against it, gripping each other’s hands so tightly that my knuckles ached.Every second felt like an eternity, the silence stretching, heavy and
“Are you crazy?” I hissed, staring at Cynthia like she had completely lost her mind.She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A little. But do you have a better idea?”I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. She had a point. A terrible, reckless, probably-going-to-get-us-killed point.I swallowed hard, glancing toward the massive wooden door that led to Jaxon’s closet. Of all the things I had imagined myself doing today, breaking into the wardrobe of that ridiculously good-looking man was not one of them.“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, even as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door.“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, not slowing down. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”I dug my heels into the plush carpet, yanking my arm free. “Wait!”She spun around, exasperated. “What now?”I threw my hands up. “I’m naked, Cynthia! What if someone—what if Jaxon sees me like this?”Her eyes flicked over me, amusement flickering across her face. “Techni
"Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.Cynthia let out a frustrated groan, smacking her forehead like she was dealing with the dumbest person alive."Are you serious right now? Don’t you understand sarcasm?" Her arched eyebrow was practically screaming, Are you actually this clueless?I folded my arms, trying to keep my cool. "Well, excuse me for trying to make sense of this mess!"Cynthia inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she was one second away from completely losing it. "Think, ma’am. How do we clean this up?"I stared at the blood in front of us, my mind racing. Cynthia kept tapping her foot impatiently, and the pressure was suffocating.I gulped, racking my brain. THINK! THINK! THINK.After what felt like an eternity, my gaze landed on the sink. A wild, reckless idea sparked in my mind. It was insane but it was the only shot we had.My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I turned to Cynthia, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."She c
I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth
My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.Oh God… oh God…The sudden sound of footsteps made me freeze. They were slow, creepy, and heavy, growing closer with each step.I shut my eyes tight, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt like something was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.I’ve been caught… oh God, I’ve been caught. I’m going to jail. My son… Who will save my Liam?My throat tightened as panic filled me, cold and heavy. Every second felt slower, and my heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears.Then, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of me.A shadow loomed over me, and my heart froze. I felt the presence before I saw it.I braced for the worst.But instead of the cold grip of the cops, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Hey, babes. Let’s clean this mess up."My eyes flew open.Cynthia.Cynthia.My eyes widened in shock. Cynthia stood in front of me, her lips curved into the faintest smirk I knew she could make, and her gaze was sharp and fa
I had to finish this—once and for all. My heart pounded like a war drum as I prowled toward him, my hands clenched into tight fists. I had come too far, crossed too many lines. And now… now, I realized I had done too much.A tight knot formed in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My hands were sweaty. How the hell was I going to get out of this?Then suddenly, Damien’s phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.The sharp vibration shattered the silence, making my whole body tense. Panic gripped me—the kind you feel when you've been caught red-handed. And, of course, I’d done worse. Much worse.I let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over my face before forcing myself to glance at the screen. The moment I saw the name flashing, I froze. It was that devil, Sophia. My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the call, pressing the phone to my ear. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. The thought of changing my voice crossed my mind, and I steeled myself to do it so Sophia would