ANYA The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the room as I stretched my arms lazily. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness. That’s when I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned my head slowly and nearly swallowed my tongue. Hunter stood near the window, hands casually tucked into his pockets. He was dressed in a sharp black suit that hugged his body perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a luxury fashion ad. His smile was slow and wicked. “Good morning, Cherie.” I swallowed and sat up, quickly rubbing my face as if that could wipe away the awkwardness. “Good morning, Hunter.” He took a few steps closer, his gaze warm and teasing. “How was your night?” There it was....that amused tone that could make anyone think he was harmless, but made me uncomfortable because I knew what he was capable of. The memories of last night hit me like a tidal wave—the nightmare, Hunter comforting me, his lips on m
ANYA I nodded and leaned closer to Hunter. My heart was racing like I’d just run a mile. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, hoping it would be enough to make him stop. He smiled, amused, as I pulled back and reached for the door handle. I twisted it, but it didn’t budge. I froze. The door was locked. I turned to him, frustration bubbling up in my chest as I thought, “Seriously, Hunter?” His grin widened. “I’m sure you can do better.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. “Come on, Anya. I taught you how to kiss last night, did you forget so soon? Close your eyes this time.” I stared at him, speechless. He was unbelievable. But before I could argue, his hands gently cupped my face, brushing my cheek. Something in the way he touched me made my nerves melt away. I closed my eyes. Slowly, I leaned in and kissed him again. This time, it was different. His lips pressed against mine softly at first, then deeper, more intense. His arms wrapped around my back
ANYA Cross stared at me, his eyes wild with disbelief. "What? So the rumors are true? How could you? How could you marry someone else when you know how I feel about you, Anya?" His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt my throat tighten, but I forced myself to breathe. I turned away from him, staring blankly at the wall as I tried to find the right words. "It wasn’t my choice," I said softly. Cross's footsteps moved closer until I could feel his warmth behind me. "What do you mean?" His voice was softer now, filled with confusion and hurt. I closed my eyes, remembering every terrible moment. "Hunter showed up at my house the next day. He threatened to destroy my father’s company if I didn't marry him, Cross. He said he’d crush everything my father built. My dad almost had a heart attack. I couldn’t... I couldn’t let that happen." My voice broke, and I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. Cross’s hand gently rested on my shoulder. "Anya... I’m so sorry." I tu
ANYA I exhaled slowly and tucked my phone into my bag. My nerves felt frayed, but I didn’t have time to waste. I said goodbye to Cross and left the library quietly, keeping my head down as I walked toward the exit. Once outside, I pulled out my phone again and called Evans. He picked up after a few rings. "Anya? I saw you earlier but kept my distance. Is it safe to speak now and are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. "I’m going to Hunter’s office," I told him. "I have to talk to him... and I might not get this opportunity again. Perhaps I should go ahead and plant the cameras like you mentioned. The only problem is that there may be cameras in Hunter's office and bedroom. I don't want to get caught before our plan even begins." "About that....I thought of it and came up with something to take care of that." I sighed in relief, "Really, thank you so much, Evans." Evans was silent for a second. "You’re sure about this today?" "Yes. I shouldn't waste such a good opp
ANYA Hunter took a step closer to me, "Are you already so eager about our plans for tonight?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.My heart sank as I recalled what lay in store for me. The lightness in his tone felt sharp, almost mocking. I forced a smile, but it slipped away before I could catch it. Hunter’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled. "What happened? Didn’t you come here to tell me your decision? Go ahead and do it. Will it be a blowjob or a bath?" I stepped back again as if his words had pushed me. My chest tightened, and I felt the air grow thicker. I shook my head. "I’ll tell you later... at home." He frowned, confused but still curious. "So why did you want to speak to me?" I swallowed hard, feeling the words stick in my throat. I had practiced this speech in my head over and over, but now that it was time, everything felt wrong. "I have a friend," I began, my voice quieter than I intended. "Her name is Bernice." Hunter crossed his arms, watching me carefull
ANYA Less than twenty minutes later, I saw Bernice walking toward me, a suitcase in each hand. She looked around and spotted me near the car. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sleek, expensive vehicle. "This isn’t the car you drove before," she remarked, setting her bags down. "I would remember if your car was this sleek." "It’s a new car," I replied with a small shrug. "A gift." Her gaze sharpened. "From Hunter?" I nodded. "Yes." Her smile faltered, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. I noticed, but I didn’t say anything. There was already enough tension in the air. We loaded her bags into the trunk, and she slid into the passenger seat. The drive home was quiet at first, just the hum of the engine and the soft rush of the wind. "Thanks for helping me, Anya," Bernice said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper. "That’s what friends are for," I replied. She looked out the window, her fingers tapping nervously on her lap. I wondered what s
ANYA My heart raced as Bernice's words echoed in my head. For a fleeting moment, I had felt relieved when she offered to take my place in Hunter's room. But then, the weight of the situation crashed down on me like a wave. This wasn’t just about me. I couldn’t risk the life of Evans, my best friend, my anchor in this nightmare. Hunter wasn’t a man you could predict. What if Bernice’s actions enraged him? What if he ordered Evans’ death out of spite? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I couldn’t let that happen. “No,” I said firmly, rushing toward her. “I can’t let you do this.” Bernice’s eyes narrowed as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me,” I began. “I understand why you’re here. But Hunter asked me to go to his room and it’s almost time. If I don’t show up, things could go horribly wrong. I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt. Please, don’t stop me.” Her reaction was immediate and explosive. She shoved my hands off her shoulders, her face twiste
ANYA The air in the bathroom felt heavy as Hunter stepped closer to me. His hands moved with deliberate slowness, slipping off my clothes piece by piece. My heart pounded louder with every layer he removed until I was left in just my bra and panties. When his fingers reached for the clasp of my bra, I instinctively brought both hands up, gripping his wrists tightly. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky but firm. Hunter’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes locking onto mine. “It’s a bath, cherie,” his tone was teasing but commanding. I swallowed hard, my grip tightening for a moment before I reluctantly let go. He held my gaze for a beat longer, then lowered his hands, respecting my hesitation.....for now. Without a word, he began to undress himself. My breath hitched as each piece of clothing fell to the floor, leaving him completely bare before me. My eyes caught sight of his hardened cock, and I instantly spun around, turning my back to him. He chuckled, the sound low a
Hector sat quietly for a moment, staring at Ruby like he was seeing her for the first time. Then his voice broke the silence. “I want to make you a promise,” he said. “From now on, I will never keep you with me against your will. But I’ll also never send you away again.” Ruby’s eyes widened slightly. She held her breath, unsure if she had heard him right. “You’re free,” he continued. “You can come and go as you please. Do whatever makes you happy. If one day you decide to leave, I won’t stop you.” He leaned forward, locking eyes with her. “That’s my promise.” For a second, there was silence. Then her lips slowly curved into a faint smile. “Turns out getting almost killed was for the best,” she said lightly, though something in her voice shook. But Hector didn’t smile back. His expression hardened. “No,” he said firmly. “It wasn’t. And don’t you ever try something like that again. I don’t like it.” Ruby’s smile faded just a little. She nodded. “I won’t,” she promised so
Ruby was falling. Her body hit the ground hard, but she didn’t feel the pain. Her vision blurred, everything fading into darkness. The last thing she saw was a figure running toward her. His voice cut through the haze, shouting her name. Hector. She knew it was him. But she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her eyes closed as the world slipped away. She woke to the sound of steady beeping. Cold sheets beneath her. A dull ache in her chest. Ruby blinked slowly. Bright lights above her head. White walls. The smell of antiseptic. She was certainly in a hospital. And then... She felt a hand holding hers. Warm and strong. Her eyes shifted, and there he was. Hector. Sitting by her side, his dark eyes locked onto hers. His grip tight, like he was afraid she might slip away again. “Where… where am I?” she whispered. Her voice was weak. “Am I… still alive?” Hector’s jaw clenched as he nodded. “You’re alive,” he said. His voice was low. “Thank God you’re
After dinner, Ruby followed Hector into his room, smiling because she finally got him to eat everything she made. She believed she was so close to finally gaining his trust. She had no idea that he had already made up his mind. No matter what, he had to send her away. Keeping her here… it was wrong. This wasn’t her world. She deserved something better...a life far from him, far from danger. But before she left, he wanted to give her something. Something that truly mattered to her. So when she entered the room and saw him lost in thought, she walked over and sat on his thigh, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek, her lips soft against his skin. "What’s on your mind?" she asked, her voice gentle. Hector blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "I was thinking of doing something nice for you," he admitted. Her brows lifted slightly. "Oh?" "Yeah." His gaze locked onto hers. "Tell me," he said. "Is there something you really want?" Her e
On the drive back home, Hector’s mind was in turmoil. Everything he had believed was a lie. Ruby had struggled...fought...to convince him that she was someone else. But he hadn’t listened. He had refused to listen. And now, he finally understood. He leaned back against the seat, eyes dark. Eduardo. That bastard. Hector had spent years perfecting the art of punishment, but what punishment could ever be enough for what Eduardo had done to Ruby? He had destroyed her life. Sold her. Framed her. Left her to rot. His fists tightened. But then, an odd thought crossed his mind. 'Why did she stop trying to convince me?' 'Why did she eventually accept it?' 'If she had stood her ground… if she had fought a little harder… Would I have figured it out sooner?' He exhaled sharply. His underling, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. “What are you going to do now?” Hector stared out of the window, expression unreadable. "The right thing," he
As soon as they got into the car, Hector turned to his underling. "Where are we headed?" he asked, his voice calm. The underling hesitated. "It's not something I can explain," he finally said. "I just need to show you." Hector's brows lifted slightly. Mysterious. He didn’t like mysteries. Especially not when they involved him. Because he had been betrayed before, Hector never fully trusted anyone. Not his enemies. Not his underlings. And definitely not the woman sleeping in his bed. Since this one refused to disclose what they were going to find, Hector decided to let him have his way. But at the same time, he discreetly prepared his weapon. If this was a trap, he would deal with it immediately. And if his underling was up to no good? Well… he wouldn’t live to see another sunrise. When the car finally came to a stop, Hector frowned. A cemetery. He stepped out slowly, scanning the area. The air was still. His underling pointed ahead. "Read what’s writt
As the plane soared through the skies, Ruby stayed close to Hector. She blamed herself. She had made a mistake. She had allowed too many emotions to slip through. And because of that, Hector hadn’t fallen completely into her hands yet. She needed to fix it. She needed to convince him that she was hopelessly, unconditionally in love with him. So, she adjusted. She rested her hands on his shoulder, leaned into him, laughed at everything he said...even the things that weren’t funny. She hugged him whenever she had the chance, looked at him with admiration, and spoke to him in the softest, sweetest tone. Hector watched her carefully, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let her play her game. When they made their first stop to refuel, Ruby turned to him with a small smile. "I need to take you somewhere," she said. Hector raised a brow. "Where?" She simply smiled. "Just trust me." Hector leaned back in his seat, smirking. Trust? That was something he was n
Ruby stood frozen, her entire world shrinking to the sight of Eduardo and Selina. Her mind raced. Every betrayal. Every lie. Every moment they had crushed her. She could still hear the cold way Eduardo had spoken to her the last time they met. She could still remember the way she had received the news of her father’s death. And now he was here. Laughing. Holding Selena like she was the love of his life. Like she hadn't destroyed everything Ruby ever had. Her fingers dug deeper into Hector’s hand, unaware of the blood that had begun to surface. Hector, on the other hand, remained composed. He turned slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping the beach before he gestured for one of his men to approach. As the underling leaned in, Hector spoke in a low voice. “See the man in white? The one looking lovingly at the woman in the pink playsuit?” The underling nodded. “Get close to them. Find out his name. Take a picture of him...discreetly.” The man gave a subtle nod befor
The silence in the room stretched for minutes. Hector sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ruby carefully. Then, without a word, he picked up the plate. He held out a spoonful of food. “Eat.” Ruby hesitated, shaking her head. “I meant what I said...I really don’t have much of an appetite.” Hector didn’t budge. “I’m not asking, Ruby. Just eat a little. You’re going to break down if you keep this up.” She sighed, looking away. He exhaled. “You know, I left an important meeting for you. I don’t do things like this. I don’t sit by anyone’s bedside and care for them. But here I am.” She looked at him, eyes soft. “Thank you.” His jaw clenched. “I don’t want your thanks, Ruby. I want your honesty.” His gaze locked onto hers. “Are you still hurt by Don Gray’s death?” She frowned. “No.” “Were you in love with him?” She stiffened at the question. Then, without hesitation, she swore on her life. “I despised that man, Hector. With a passion. And now that he’s dead?” Sh
Hector had barely been gone an hour when Ruby stirred from sleep. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees to her chest. She felt a sadness so deep, so consuming, that it left her breathless. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, curled up on the bed, lost in thoughts. But then a soft knock came at the door. The housekeeper entered, carrying a warm smile. “Good, you’re awake,” she said gently before turning to leave. A few minutes later, she returned with a tray of food. The aroma filled the air, rich and inviting, but Ruby barely glanced at it. "I don’t really have much of an appetite," she murmured. The housekeeper placed the tray in front of her and gave her a knowing look. "You should try it. It’s nice.” Ruby sighed, feeling too tired to argue. "Thank you," she said quietly. She picked up the spoon and had a taste. And then a memory hit her. She was sick. Feverish. Weak. She had been lying in bed, waiting for the family doctor to arrive. At that ti