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THANEWhen Pops said I’d be meeting Sarah’s daughter over breakfast, I didn’t think much of it, another polite smile, another forced family introduction.What I didn’t expect was for her to be the same girl I had my hands all over last night.Yeah. Her.The short firecracker with the sharp mouth and the tighter-than-sin attitude.She's not my usual type. Girls below my chest height normally don’t get my attention, but damn, she made it hard not to look twice. Or want a third round.Funny how life works. I thought I was getting a stepsister.Instead, I got her.I was ready to tease her just to watch her react when Sarah’s head popped into the doorway, cutting through the whole mood.“When did you get back, Thane?” she asked, wrapping me in a side-hug.I flashed her a lazy, sheepish smile. The one she never sees through.“Well, I couldn’t help but rush down when I heard I’d be meeting my hot—” I paused, pretending to censor myself. “My step sister. I like her already.”Racheal rolled he

RACHELI slammed my door the second I got into my room and collapsed face-first onto the bed, swallowing back every stupid tear threatening to slip out.She always made decisions without thinking of me first. But this? This one crossed the line, and I wasn’t letting her win.A soft knock came seconds later. I ignored it, but she still let herself in. I felt the bed dip as she sat beside me.“Rachel,” she whispered.I didn’t respond. I just wanted her to leave without pestering but that's a no with her.“I know this is my fault. I thought it would be too hard for you to take. You can’t blame me completely, sweetheart…”I tore myself from the sheets and glared at her. “Yes, I can. You don’t get to make decisions for me. I’m not ten anymore, I’ll be eighteen next year, mum. Start treating me like an actual adult. When you left Dad, neither of you told me anything, and I still let it go. Didn’t I?”She dropped her head, tears already falling.“I’m sorry. I should have included you. This a

RACHELHe slammed into me again, harder, and faster, this time, until my mind went completely blank except for him.“I love how f*cking tight you are, freckles,” he groaned, gripping my hips like if I even moved an inch, he’d lose himself.It was insane. One moment I was furious at Raymond for making out with another girl, and now I was here, being absolutely wrecked on the bed of a stranger who touched me like he already owned every part of me.Before I could breathe, he flipped me onto my stomach. One finger slid into me, deep and slow, at first, pulling a broken moan out of me before I could even think of Jack Robinson.“F*ck,” I gasped.He kept going, like my voice only pushed him further. His finger curled, twisting deeper until my hips were moving on their own, matching the pace he set.“Do you want me inside you again?” he asked, his voice low and dark.“Yes… please.”That was all he needed. He slammed into me from behind, one hand gripping my ass like he needed it to stay upri

RACHEALRaymond didn’t hesitate. He tore us apart so fast it was like the sight of me kissing someone else snapped something loose inside him.Before I could even breathe, he swung, his fist flying straight at the hot stranger, but the guy moved like he’d seen it coming. He caught Raymond’s hand mid-air, twisted his arm, and shoved him forward hard enough to send him stumbling.“Who the hell are you, man?” Raymond barked, red-faced and fuming. “You’ve got it twisted! She’s my girlfriend!”I don’t know where the boldness came from, maybe anger, heartbreak, adrenaline, God knows what but a laugh escaped me. Sharp and cold.I met his eyes without flinching. “Wrong. You mean ex-girlfriend, Ray.”Then I turned to the stranger. Placed my hand on his chest, solid heat under my palm, and held his gaze like I wasn’t burning inside, like the whole drama wasn’t driving me crazy.“Can you get me out of here, baby?”A slow smile curved across his mouth, dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he h

RACHEL The whole place throbbed with bass, lights flashing like they were trying to blind someone. I’d never liked parties too loud, too sweaty, too many people pretending to have the best night of their lives.But it was Tiara’s birthday, and she’d dragged me here with the same force a tornado uses to lift cars.I was just trying to breathe through the chaos when a hand slid around my waist slowly, and very confidently.My heart jerked as I spun around.Some ridiculously fine, annoyingly smug guy staring at me like he had every right to touch me.“Excuse me, riff-raff. Can you just fucking piss off?” I yelled so loud my throat burned. If the music wasn’t blasting through the walls, the whole house would’ve frozen at the way I shouted at the guy.I hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight. But Tiara had begged like she always did but tonight she actually managed to convince me with that trophy speech “Come on, Rach, loosen up, live a little.And… It worked.All my life had been a tight

VINCENZO CASTILLO“Are you expecting anyone?” Camilla asked, her voice still low, cautious, before I turned my gaze back to her.“No… I’m not.” My eyes cut back to the door, narrowing.“It’s probably room service. I’ll go check.”That was when it hit me... I hadn’t even considered that possibility. To me, a knock was never just a knock. Room service or not, I couldn’t ignore the thought that the old sneaky man might have switched his plan, maybe sent skilled men this time to drag me out. I’d been played once; I wasn’t about to let it happen again.“I’ll go,” I said firmly, already sliding off the bed.Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open.A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini.“Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed.I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers

VINCENZO LORENZOI stood there in silence, watching her, waiting for her first reaction.“Who was that?” she asked, still mopping her damp hair with the towel clutched in her right hand.“She’s a friend. No one really important.”My voice was calm, unbothered, as I walked deeper into the room. I knew that answer wouldn’t settle with her... Damn, I could already see the way her eyes narrowed, the doubt flickering behind them. So while my lips curved faintly, my mind was already rehearsing the next response.“I’ve never seen you with a friend, Vin. And even if you did have one, it’s strange it’s a woman. You don’t keep females around.”I raised a brow, tilting my head slightly. “Is that jealousy I’m hearing?”She rolled her eyes, sharp, and dismissive.“As if… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”“You sure about that?” I let the words drag, my tone low, testing her. “Because you can tell me now. I’ll break it off. With just one word from you.”She gave a short, mocking laugh, the sound curl

VINCENZO CASTILLOThe rest of it was no longer soft moans, it was screaming, raw and desperate, tearing out of her with every thrust.Slowly, I pulled her off me, holding her still for a second. Our eyes locked, hers glazed with heat, mine burning straight through her.“Can I take you from the back?” I asked, my voice lower, softer than I’d ever heard myself sound in this lifetime.She didn’t answer with words. She just gave a small nod.Her fingers found the edge of the tub, pushing herself up. Water clung to her body, dripping down every curve as she stepped out, her skin glowing under the steam. I followed, my c*ck still thick, unrelenting, pointing at her as if it had its own will.Guiding her beneath the shower, I leaned over and turned the handle. A rush of water spilled down over us, streaming down her back, over the swell of her *ss, catching the light like liquid fire. She braced herself against the marble wall, arching her back, offering herself without hesitation.I slid a

VINCENZO CASTILLO“If you want something, just ask. You don’t have to sneak around me, pulling stunts like this,”I managed, even though the words came out rough. Hard to think straight when her breasts were pressed against my back, soft heat searing through me.“Are you sure you’ll do as I ask?” she whispered against my ear, her breath warm, laced with challenge.“You know I won’t agree to anything if it puts you in danger,” I muttered, my mind flashing back to our argument, already suspecting this was her way of dragging me back into it.She slipped away from behind me, water droplets gliding down her skin as she moved across the steam-filled room. Then she stepped into the tub, slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving mine.And I saw her. All of her. The way the water licked up her thighs, parting around the full, perfect curve of her cl*t, until my eyes dragged higher, locking with hers again. She knew what I saw. She wanted me to see it, actually.“It’s not something that wil

VINCENZO CASTILLOI had a feeling it would come to this, just not expecting it this soon.Stopping her would only make it seem like I agreed with whatever she had wanted to comply with. And maybe I wanted it so badly too, but I couldn’t afford to give her that. Not now.She has no idea of the danger that lurks around her. Every second I spend here with her feels like walking on a wire above fire. But the truth is, I’d have lost my mind if I stayed away any longer.She’d be safer with Lorenzo; I know that. But she’s too stubborn to see it, too stubborn to understand. And the thought of her back turned to me now, curled up on that couch, doesn’t make things any easier. The duvet had slipped down, baring more of her than I could ignore. Did she really think I could sleep with that taunting me?I swung my feet to the floor and moved to her side. I wasn’t about to let her spend the night in that chair. She deserved better, even if she hated me for it.Sliding one arm beneath her legs and t

CAMILLA RYDERI shifted on his lap, sliding until I was pressed right against the hard length of him. His breath hitched, the sound rough and unsteady, as if he wasn’t used to feeling someone like this. Slowly, I lowered myself, and his soft groan broke through the silence.His hand shot to my waist, gripping me too tight at first, then loosening like he was learning how to guide me. His hips moved, tentative at first, then harder, deeper, as if instinct was taking over where experience couldn’t. I clung to his shoulders, my body trembling, gasps slipping from my lips.“You like it?” I teased, my br*asts brushing against his face as they swayed with every motion.“Oh… f*ck… I love everything about you,” he rasped, voice low, before his mouth claimed me hungrily.His grip was rough, almost desperate, one hand pinning my hips down on his c*ck, the other cupping my chest as if he couldn’t bear to let me slip away.“F-f*ck, Vin…” I cried, twisting under his touch. He suck*d harder, not pa

MALCOM HEART“What?!” I blurted before I could even think.She glanced at me quickly, her lips pressed together nervously. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked,” she murmured, stepping back, but my hand caught her at the waist before she could move.My eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, I didn’t even care what I was doing. I just wanted to hold her and keep her close. “Listen to me,” I whispered. “I’m not marrying Yasmine. I swear, what happened between us… it was a mistake I still regret every day.”She swallowed, shifting her face away, but then met my gaze again. “I trust you, Malcom.”Relief hit me like a wave, and I exhaled sharply.“Thank goodness… I thought you wouldn’t—” but I didn’t get the words out finish.“I’m not making excuses for you,” she interrupted, biting her lower lip, her eyes flicking to the floor and back. “I’m just… I think we should forget this happened.”My brows furrowed. “What? Why?”Her hand slid to her waist pulling down mine. She held herself like she

MALCOM HEARTKeisha hurried toward me, her palm landing gently on my cheek. Fear washed over her face like she’d just witnessed something violent, like a live horror show.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her hand still warm against my skin.I nodded once. “I’m fine, Keisha. Can you give us a moment?” I mumbled.She clearly didn’t believe me. I didn’t even expect her to.She turned toward my mother. “Mrs. Heart…” Her voice wavered. “I’m sorry for coming in unannounced. I know this isn’t my place, but as your son’s secretary—”“It’s fine, Keisha,” I cut in quietly. “You can leave us alone for now. Please.”I hated the way she looked at me then. Like she’d seen a part of me that scared her. A side I never wanted her to witness. Pushing her away was the only shield I had left. I didn’t even look at her when I said it.Before she could move, my mother spoke. “No. It’s fine. I’ll leave.”She glanced at me once before turning and walking out. Keisha didn’t move until the door closed behind

MALCOM HEARTI just stood there staring at the door, silently praying the ground would open up and swallow me whole.“Who the hell is that?”Trixie snapped beside me. For a second, I couldn’t even form a sentence... Of all people… of all days… she had to show up now?I hadn’t gone to see her at the hospital. I hadn’t even seen her since she came back to New York. And now she was standing outside my office like a ghost I never asked to return.She stood there rubbing her arm, terrified, like she didn’t even know if she had the right to walk in.I exhaled sharply and finally started moving toward the door, but of course, Trixie blocked me again.I fought the urge to yell at her. I really would have, if I hadn't held back myself.“Why did Keisha let a stranger in without calling you first? Shouldn’t you be mad at her?” She went on, her voice dripping with irritation.I turned and glared at her, gripping the last thread of my patience I had left. “Trixie, do me a favor. Leave my office.”

OWAIN LUTHERThe moment I pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even wait for the engine to die.I jumped out, rounded the hood, and rushed straight to the backseat where Karima lay slumped against the cushions, too still, in a way that made somewhere in my chest twist.My heart was beating like it wanted to burst out of my chest.I didn’t even know I could feel this kind of fear… not for anyone. But for her? It tore right through me.I yanked the door open and bent into the car, sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back.Her body leaned limp against me, her arm falling across my shoulder as I lifted her out carefully but urgently.Her skin was ice-cold.I slammed the door shut with my foot, then rushed inside the house, straight to my room.I laid her on the bed as gently as I could. Rainwater clung to her hair, her lashes, her skin. Her clothes were completely soaked, and a small shiver ran through her body.She never handled cold well. She knew that. Which meant sh

KARIMA HEART“Well, I have all day to listen.” The words came out calm, but even I could hear how sharp they truly sounded.Mum shifted again, like the chair suddenly turned too hot for her.“I was going to tell you everything, sweetheart. But…” Her voice cracked. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and she dabbed at them with shaky fingers. “I just thought you weren’t ready yet. I mean—”“You thought on my behalf?” I cut in, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Mum, I’m not thirteen. I’m an adult. You don’t get to make that choice for me.”“I know. I’m sorry, Karry.” her breath trembled. “It’s not what you think. I was scared. I thought you’d hate me… which...” she swallowed “—you probably already do.”My heart raced. I dragged my eyes away for a second just to breathe, then met hers again.“So… it’s true.” The words scraped out of my throat. “I’m adopted? Malcom isn’t even my real brother? And Dad—” my voice cracked “—Dad pretended to love me when I wasn’t even his child

MALCOM HEARTMy hand slipped out of Yasmine’s like I’d touched a live wire.Heat quickly surged up my chest, tight and violent, and sweat prickled across my forehead as if someone had turned my office floor into a furnace.Keisha didn’t speak at first. She just walked toward us with that calm, composed grace she always carried, the kind that made every emotion in me feel loud and messy in comparison.She stopped a few inches in front of me, her face smooth, unreadable. Like she hadn’t just walked into a disaster.“Mr. Heart,” she said, her voice steady, respectful, almost too controlled. “I’m sorry I let your sister in without your permission. I called you three times but you didn’t pick up, so I assumed you were busy.”Her gaze slid briefly to Yasmine, then back to me.“The elevator has a technical malfunction. It’s out of service for now, but I’ve already contacted the electrical team. That’s what I came to inform you about, sir.”I blinked as my throat tight. “Uhm… thank you, Keish