Where do you go when you're at your lowest? When you have no one by your side? Or maybe when you've just run away from your own wedding?
For me, the answer was simple. The only place that made sense—the one spot where you could drown your sorrows in alcohol, cry your heart out, and let the music blast away the thoughts clawing at your mind. A club. Not just any club, mind you—one of the most exclusive in New York, owned by none other than the infamous and dangerous business man, Alaric Voss. My father’s friend. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure why I had come here. There were plenty of clubs in the city, but perhaps it had something to do with the fact that, deep down, I wanted to see him. To see someone familiar, someone who could offer me even the slightest sense of comfort. My ruthless father was practically out of the picture, so maybe, in some twisted way, I sought out his annoying friend instead. “More, pour me everything you have. Since all I have is fucking money, I’ll drink everything here and pay for it!” I shouted, a small smile tugging at my lips as I pushed my glass toward the bartender. He smirked in amusement as he filled my glass with whiskey. “Runaway bride?” he asked, and I froze, my eyes widening. My hand instinctively covered my mouth in shock. “How the fuck did you know that?” I asked, and he chuckled, giving me a quick, knowing glance. “Pretty obvious, don’t you think?” I tilted my head in confusion before following the direction of his gaze, realizing that I was still in my wedding dress. Ah, right, I hadn’t bothered to change before heading straight to the club. No wonder everyone was staring at me. "Why'd you run away from your wedding? Did the groom cheat?" The bartender joked, but in a way, he couldn’t have been more accurate. I shrugged, bringing the glass to my lips, downing it in one gulp. The burning sensation slid down my throat, but no matter how much I drank, it couldn't drown the pain—the suffocating ache in my chest. It was unbearable. I slammed the glass on the table, my lips trembling, and before I knew it, the tears started to fall. I couldn’t hold it in any longer—each tear fell down my cheeks, blurring my vision, making my heart feel as though it had been stabbed with a dagger. Why? Why, why, why? Why was this happening to me? Why did I always end up disappointed? Why was I always betrayed by the people I cared for and loved? Growing up, I was neglected and hated by my father, all because I was the cause of his wife—my mother’s—death. I didn’t know the full details, but all I was ever told was that she had died while giving birth to me. Since then, my father became the cold, distant man he was today. He blamed me every waking second for her death, making sure that I lived my life regretting the day I was born. “Your mother died because of you. If I had the choice, I would have traded your life for hers. But now that you're alive, you’ll live in regret for being the cause of her death.” My cries slowly turned into laughter as I gripped the glass tighter, almost breaking it in my hand. “I—oh my God, are you crying? Please, don't cry. It was just a joke. I didn’t mean it,” the bartender stammered, his voice filled with panic. I shook my head, taking off my glasses and wiping my tears with the sleeve of my dress. “More,” I whispered softly, my voice barely audible. “Please, pour more.” But before the bartender could refill my empty glass, a firm hand stopped him mid-motion, holding him in place. I instantly stiffened at the presence beside me, my body recognizing the familiar cologne before my mind could process it. Without realizing it, I closed my eyes and instinctively relaxed. “B-Boss…” “Leave,” a cold voice commanded. I opened my eyes just in time to see the frightened bartender bow slightly before scurrying away, as if he had just encountered the devil himself. I didn’t even need to turn to know it was Alaric who had scared him off. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your wedding?” Alaric asked. Finally turning, I found him seated on the stool next to me, his posture straight and composed. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a magazine—so effortlessly attractive and flawless despite his age. Black hair, gray eyes, and a face that could disarm anyone. This man was thirty six? Impossible. “I ran away from it,” I said, shifting my gaze away from him to stare at nothing in particular, yet I could feel his eyes boring into me. And then, to my utter surprise, he did something that left me speechless. He smirked and nodded before reaching for my head, his hand stroking it, making me stiffen slightly. “I guess little rose isn’t so little anymore. Tell me, why did you run away from your wedding?” I swallowed nervously, shaking my head. I refused to admit that I had left because my fiancé cheated on me— or because I had chosen to wait until our wedding night. Because I was a virgin, and I wanted my first time to be special. Hell, he was my father’s friend. twelve years older than me. If I told him that, he’d probably laugh and call me boring. And for some reason, I didn’t want to hear that from him. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was something else—some desperate need to prove that I wasn’t ugly, that I could be wanted if I chose to be. Maybe that’s why, instead of the truth, another set of words slipped from my lips. “That isn’t important, but I have a question,” I said. His head tilted slightly in amusement, his sharp gaze pinning me in place. My breath hitched. “Speak, little rose" I swallowed nervously at the nickname he had always called me before opening my mouth. “So… Do you want to spend the night together?” That was the last thing I remembered; the rest became blurry, but I didn’t need to remember the details to know that I had made a grave mistake and that we had sex.Two days had passed since the whole incident, and I had been trying nonstop to push it all behind me, to forget it. But, as expected, it was easier said than done. Every time I woke up, it was the first thing on my mind. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it—whether I was happy that I’d lost my virginity to Alaric, or if I was more upset that I couldn’t remember a single detail of it.It was driving me insane.“I heard about your wedding, poor sister. I can’t believe Leon really cheated on you. I can’t even imagine what you must’ve felt that day. Such a pity I couldn’t attend,” my older step-sister, Isolde,’s voice sliced through the silence, dragging me back to the present.I blinked, finding her seated in front of me with that all-too-sympathetic smile of hers. Her wavy blond hair cascaded softly over her shoulders as she watched me, her smile just subtle enough to feel condescending.“Oh, right, I heard about it too. Haha, I heard you walked out of the venue, that’s prett
I froze in place as I stared at the shattered glass on the ground, my heartbeat so loud I could swear I heard its echoes in my ears.This wasn’t the first time my father had done something like this. He was a man who commanded respect—and demanded it too—but what truly shocked me was that he had thrown the glass simply because I said I didn’t want to work at Alaric’s company.My legs went weak, and before I could collapse, I grabbed onto the nearest seat, breathing through my nose as a wave of nausea crashed over me all at once.I wanted to throw up. I wanted to cry.“Look at me!” Father yelled again. I shut my eyes, my body instinctively stiffening as I took a sharp breath before forcing myself to turn toward him. I knew if I didn’t, he would only grow angrier.The moment our eyes met, I froze, my grip tightening on the seat. His gaze burned with anger and hatred, his breathing slightly erratic as he glared at me—without a single trace of love.There was never any love to begin with.
Alaric's pov. "Don’t you want me? I may be a virgin, but I give the best blowjob. Just sit back and let me take care of you—I promise to make you cum, daddy~" “Alaric? Alaric, are you even listening to me?” Adam’s frustrated voice on the other line cut through my thoughts, snapping me out of my daze for the third time today. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as the corner of my lips curled into a smirk. Ignoring the persistent ache in my pants, I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping idly against the hard surface of my desk. Shifting slightly, I adjusted my position and lifted the phone higher, pretending to focus—when, in reality, my mind was still stuck on that sinful little voice. “Yes, I’m listening,” I drawled, my tone low and laced with boredom. “You were saying something about how evil I am, right? Please, go on. I’d love to hear more about how I’m the devil’s reincarnation.” Adam paused at my words before scoffing dramatically, then suddenly screamed, “I
Isla’s pov.Awkwardness.That was the only way to describe what was happening right now. Not only was it awkward, but it was also silent—so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The only sound filling the room was the slight tapping of Alaric's fingers against the desk—each thump making my chest tighten in anxiety.I swallowed nervously for what felt like the hundredth time since stepping into his office, my eyes darting everywhere except at the ridiculously gorgeous man in front of me. Yet, despite my attempts to avoid him, my gaze kept betraying me—always finding its way back to Alaric Voss.You see, Alaric Voss wasn’t just a wealthy man. He wasn’t just a powerful figure who carried the blood of the esteemed Voss family—the wealthiest family in the US. No, his fame extended beyond that.It was his sex appeal.You couldn’t imagine the sexiest man alive and then picture Alaric differently. Why? Because Alaric was the sexiest man alive. And don’t just take my word for it—it was offici
Isla’s pov. “This is your new office, and I’ve printed out Mr. Voss’s schedule for you,” Liam, Alaric's other secretary, announced as he dropped what looked like an entire book onto the desk with a heavy thud. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Eyes wide, I turned to Liam, half-expecting him to burst into laughter and tell me it was all a joke. But instead, he simply flipped the book open with a practiced ease and pointed to a page. “If you go to page 24, you’ll find the CEO likes and dislikes,” he said matter-of-factly. “For example, here, it details exactly how Mr. Voss likes his coffee—black and bland, no sugar.” My eyes flickered to the line he was indicating, and sure enough, in bold letters, it read: Mr. Voss likes his coffee black and bland. No sugar and absolutely no milk. Please take note of this. I stared at the words in disbelief. What the actual hell? He didn’t really expect me to read and memorize all of this, right? “And here,” Liam continued, completely unfa
Isla’s pov. The hum of the coffee machine and the hushed whispers around me were the only sounds filling the break room as I prepared Alaric's coffee. "Did you hear? She's the boss’s new secretary—the daughter of the Ashford Corporation," one of the employees whispered, not doing a great job of keeping her voice down. "Really? Wait... you mean the one from that viral video? The one whose fiancé cheated, and the wedding got called off?" "Oh my God, yes! That’s her—Isla Ashford. Is she really working as the boss’s secretary? That’s pretty sad. What a pity... She’s going to suffer like the others." I gulped nervously, a shiver running down my spine as I tried to concentrate on the words in front of me while preparing Alaric’s coffee. But it was kind of hard to focus when people around me were whispering about how I was now working for the devil. Their words, not mine. Taking a deep breath, I narrowed my eyes at the book, trying to read the precise steps for making Alaric’s coffee
Isla’s pov. Everything seemed to freeze at that moment. No one moved. It was like pressing the pause button on a movie at its most intense scene. My mouth is hung open in shock, eyes wide with disbelief. Alaric, however, remained still, his gaze locked onto his burnt hand. His eyes narrowed as if trying to process what had just happened, the faint wisps of smoke curling from his scorched skin the only movement in the heavy silence. My heart dropped—no, my everything dropped. Shit. There was no way out of this. I was smart enough to know what came next—I was getting fired. And if I lost this job, my father wouldn’t hesitate to marry me off to that old man. But at least I’d still be alive. Getting killed by Alaric Voss over a spilled coffee? Now that would be the worst possible outcome. So… “I am so sorry,” I whispered, barely audible, before spinning on my heel and bolting for the door. Survival mode had officially kicked in. But I didn’t make it far. Before I could take a si
Isla’s pov.I stopped the car in front of the grand mansion, my heart pounding against my chest as I clutched my phone, rereading the messages Suhyeon and Esther had sent while I was driving.Suhyeon: Korea or Nigeria? You’re exaggerating, Isla. Even if your father is evil, I doubt he’d actually sell his only biological child to some man twice your age. You should calm down and think carefully before doing anything stupid again.Esther: Hmm, we seem to have diverted from something important. Isla fucked Alaric Voss! She lost her virginity to him! Man, I don’t know if I should be scared for her or proud. Either way, I’m just happy she didn’t lose it to that dickhead.Esther: Anyway, tell me, Isla. How did it feel to spend the night with the man everyone wants to fuck? Is it true? I heard his dick is at least nine inches. You gotta tell me everything!Suhyeon: Esther! This is not the time for sex talk. Isla wants to flee to either Korea or Nigeria because she’s afraid her father will se
Isla pov The ringing. It was all I could hear. It drowned everything else out, made my vision blur— made me nauseous. I’ll deal with that bastard for touching you earlier. That was what had been written on the back of the picture I found yesterday after coming back from the club. And the man who had died... was the same man from that night, the owner of the car who had demanded compensation. The video- was from the club that night, the one Isolde had used to threaten me, he had it. No, something told me he was the one who had taken it. But what truly sent a shiver down my spine was the word ‘little rose’. It was what Alaric always called me, but never in public. So, seeing someone else use that name… it made me wonder just how long this person had been watching me. What was going on? Was this a stalker? It couldn't be my family, something deep inside me told me it wasn’t. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I shut my eyes, unable to look at the photo on the TV any longer.
Isla pov “You make me want to rip your eyes out.” That was what Alaric had said and just like that, the entire room turned tense within seconds. I could feel it in the air, see it on everyone’s faces, the shock, the disbelief. All eyes were on Alaric, who stared coldly at Isolde with that same emotionless gaze, and Isolde… she looked like she couldn’t breathe. Fear flickered in her eyes as she stared back at him in both shock and confusion. D–Did he really just say that? Did I hear him right? No one moved or said a word in that moment, and I blinked, glancing around to make sure I hadn’t misheard but the expressions on everyone’s faces confirmed I hadn’t imagined it. James and my father had deep frowns etched into their faces as they stared at Alaric. Kieran looked equally stunned, his mouth hanging open, while Liam— well, Liam was just Liam. His face remained unreadable, blank as ever. Either he was used to hearing such things from Alaric, or he was simply someone who n
Isla pov I couldn’t move. My eyes were glued to the three people in front of me, and instinctively, my hands clenched into fists as I took in their expressions. As usual, my father looked at me with that same empty gaze— cold and unreadable. But I still caught the slight disapproving frown that formed the second he saw me and a second later, he looked away, as if I were nothing more than a stranger. Kieran, on the other hand, stood there with a bright smile plastered on his face, waving enthusiastically at me. His other hand rested casually in his pocket, his posture relaxed, like this was just another normal day. And then there was Isolde. She stood beside him, dressed in a short pink skirt and a white blouse with the top few buttons undone. Her brown hair cascaded down her waist, and her makeup— flawless, perfectly highlighted her already striking features. She looked beautiful. The corner of her lips curled into a smirk as our eyes met. I caught the glint in her eyes just b
Isla pov “It will be fun.” That was what Alaric had said back in his office, and now, as I walked behind him, I couldn’t help but stare at his back, my brows slightly furrowed in confusion. Why exactly did he want me to come with him to this meeting? I mean, it wasn’t like it was unheard of for me to attend— after all, I was his secretary. But still, Liam had told me when I started last week that he usually accompanied Alaric to all his meetings, and that since I was new, I should focus on paperwork instead. I shook my head and drew in a sharp breath, trying not to think about the wicked glint in his eyes when he’d said it. As soon as I looked up, I noticed the staff instantly bowing their heads the moment they saw Alaric. They quickly scurried away like the devil himself was hot on their heels. Another thing I couldn’t ignore, none of them, especially the women, dared to look Alaric in the face, and if they did, they never held his gaze for long. It was as though doing so
Alaric pov Lust— use it to mask your pain. Laughter— use it to hide your emotions. Always smile to conceal your nightmares. Let no one see the scars on your wrists, the demons you carry inside. Let them never know how weak you really are. Because weakness is a disease. “But how do you feel about wrapping those pretty lips around my dick instead?” I murmured, a slow smirk curving my lips as I felt her stiffen, my breath grazing her ear. Her skin flushed a deep shade of red in an instant. She gasped softly when my hand moved to her neck, gently brushing her hair back, while the other hand trailed down to her shirt, swiftly undoing the first button, then the second. Without hesitation, I tugged the shirt back slightly, revealing just her shoulder to me. The moment I saw it, I ran my tongue over my teeth, the urge to sink them into her flesh and leave my mark there nearly overwhelming but instead, I leaned in and whispered under my breath. “Hm? Do you want to, little rose?” I mu
Isla pov What just happened? One second I was about to fall, and the next, I was perched on Alaric's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as he held me close— so close that for a moment, I froze, inhaling sharply. My entire body went rigid as Alaric leaned in, resting his head against my shoulder, keeping me there like he had no intention of letting go. I could hear my heartbeat, its echoes pounding in my ears like drums as Alaric's hands tightened around my waist. And for some reason, despite him not even doing anything— just his touch, just this position, was enough to make heat pool between my legs. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face turning a deep shade of red as I tried to think straight. “A-Alaric, what are you doing—” I began, but my words caught in my throat as he leaned in, his nose brushing the crook of my neck and then... He sniffed me. Yes. He sniffed my neck, taking in a deep breath before his body visibly relaxed. His breathing, which had been un
Isla pov As soon as I stepped into my office, I placed my bag on the desk and pulled out the bank card, a small smile tugging at my lips as I shook my head, remembering the scene from earlier. Suhyeon and Esther had always been there for me, ever since the day we met. Through thick and thin, they made sure I was okay— even back in college. Suhyeon had taken on the role of the mother I never had, something my stepmother never even attempted. And Esther… she was like the troublesome sister I had always wished for. And I wasn’t talking about the Isolde kind of troublesome. That thought made me pause, I wondered how they were all doing back home. Not that it mattered anymore. I’d run away, blocked them all, cut every tie. I didn’t want to see them or hear from them again. “Time to get to work,” I muttered under my breath with a small smile, slipping the bank card back into my bag and reaching to turn on the laptop. But before I could, a knock at the door froze me in place.
Isla pov Little rose, I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I was just a little upset you met with another man at the club today. I hope you weren’t injured and don’t worry, I’ll deal with that bastard for touching you earlier. Have a good night! The words from last night kept echoing in my head, and I couldn't help but grip the fork in my hand tighter as I stared blankly at the plate in front of me. My mind was a mess, desperately trying to process everything. ’Little rose.’ That was Alaric’s nickname for me. He was the only one who ever called me that. The only one I’d ever heard say it and I liked it when he did. But last night, for the first time, the word made me feel uneasy. It left a sick feeling in my stomach, and I hadn’t been able to sleep properly since. And the picture, it was truly terrifying, especially knowing it had been taken just a week ago. It made me wonder how long this person had been following me to capture such a moment. Was this some kind of sick
Isla pov I was all just in my head. I was just imagining it. Yet my entire body trembled as I watched the van disappear into the distance. I didn’t know what compelled me, but I quickly read out the plate number, trying hard to memorize it. “7LXG295,” I whispered under my breath and shakily reached for my phone to type it down in case I forgot. But before I could, a loud knock on the window made me jump. My head snapped to the side in fright, only to see a man furiously banging on the glass, his other hand clutching the back of his neck in pain. “Come out, you bitch! Look at what you did to my car! Are you blind?! Can’t you see where you’re going?!” he yelled, his voice thunderous. I flinched, glancing at the car I had crashed into earlier. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes widening as I glanced back at the furious man still yelling and banging on the window. My gaze quickly took in his appearance, tattoos covering his arms, rough clothes, and a deep scar runn