Nobela ni Vivian.Chy

{HERMIONE} 8 MONTHS LATER.“Oh my fucking God, Zara. This is literally the best red dress I’ve ever worn in my entire life.”I can’t stop looking at myself. It’s been eight months of coding like a mad person, barely leaving my room. Zara has been handling the marketing, and now the launch is finally today. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s trying to jump it's way out of my chest.I don’t even know how to stand in front of an audience. Stage fright could knock the oxygen out of my system. But as the app owner, I still gotta do it without excuses.I need to finally show the world my face.I glance at my phone. Two hours left before I’m on stage. My chest feels heavy. Anxiety, joy, anticipation, happiness, everything all at once, like I can’t even separate them.The bathroom door slides open, and Zara comes out with a towel pressed against her wet hair.“Zara, we’re going to be late,” I say, grinning at her through the mirror.“Oh yes!” she screams, throwing her towel asi

First I left her to rot in prison.Then I sent her fucking divorce papers before she could even breathe free air.Then I dragged another woman into our bed, into our house, so she’d see it and hate me enough to never look back after I divorce her.I deliberately ruined the one woman who gave me her heart.How the fuck do I live with myself?My hands are still grabbing the steering wheel. I've been parked here for almost 20 minutes, staring at the black gate of the Bennetts’ mansion.Hermione’s inside, I'm sure she's running away from me as far as she can.How do I explain to my woman that I've been a godforsaken son of a fucking bitch for ever hurting her feelings.She might spit in my face. She might slap me, or hell, stab me if she’s got something sharp in her tiny hand. And I’d deserve it. Every fucking second of it.But what scares me the most is if she says she'll never be with me again. Because I won't accept that one for an answer.I take a deep breath and collapse on my seat,

{ADAM}“Name your price, Cassie. I’ve got important places to be,” I say, standing in front of the mirror, fixing my cufflinks. My reflection stares back at me, calm on the outside, but my chest feels too tight. I'm finalizing our divorce today but Hermione's crying face has been haunting me since yesterday.“What if I say that I want you instead…Adam?” Cassie says, her voice sounds like she's teasing, but I hope she doesn't mean what she just said.I watch her through the mirror as she slowly drags the white duvet off her body, slides off the bed, and catwalks toward me. Her breasts are out like she doesn't give a heck.I turn to face her before she gets too close. “The fuck do you mean?” I ask. “You divorced your wife, right? You’re single now…” she whispers, grabbing my black coat.I take a slow, deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Are you flirting with me?”“No, I’m just…remembering high school days,” she says, tilting her head, smirking.“The sex? It was insane. I miss,” sh

Zara is curled up beside me on the couch, one leg tucked under her. A half-eaten pancake sits on her plate, forgotten, her tea cooling between her palms. Her brows are drawn so tightly in confusion.She's gotten just a bit lean, but her caramel skin glows better, her black curls always look ever glossy like she oils it every minute.“Babe… tell me you’re joking,” she says, her voice almost breaking.“Adam? Divorce? That man worshiped everything that concerns you.”I stare down at my plate, pushing crumbs of pancakes around with my fork. My chest feels hollow, like someone scooped me out from the inside, and it hurts so much, but I feel more ashamed talking about it.Zara only visited us once but she knows everything about me and Adam. I used to tell her everything. But now…“I wish I was joking. But it’s true, Zara. He sent the papers while I was still in prison.”Zara’s head snaps toward me, her mouth parting in shock. “Sent them? God!—”“I don’t get it. I don’t fucking get it. Th

“Mrs. Hermione, are you okay?”I sniff, my throat burning. “I’m not a Mrs anymore, Hunter,” I whisper, forcing myself to look at him even though I feel like collapsing right here.His grey eyes widen. “Damn!…” He exclaims, pressing a hand through his black hair. His grey eyes still on me like he wants to say something but nothing comes out.“Can you… can you just drive?” My voice shakes.“Okay,” he replies quickly. He bends to lift my box, places it inside the car, then opens the door for me.“Please,” he says, gesturing.“Thanks…Hunter.”I slide into the seat, my body feeling heavy, my chest tighter than it has ever been. He starts the engine, and slowly, we roll forward.I look back, the mansion grows smaller as we move down the streets, I can't stop staring at it.Every memory I had in those walls. The kisses, the laughs, every touch, they all want to tear me in pieces.Hot tears spill again before I can stop them.“What did I do to you, Adam? What did I do to deserve this?”I k

The last 48 hours felt like a year. I waited, overthinking, my heart racing so hard as I kept counting the hours.Two years of my life wasted over a crime I didn't even commit.I slowly step out of the prison's big gate, clutching the small bag they gave me. Inside are the divorce papers I refused to sign, a few old things, and my phone that’s probably dead by now.The space outside feels too big, the air is fresh too. I take a deep long breath, but it doesn't calm the burn I feel in my chest.My eyes search for Adam's car among the cars lined up. He’s not here.Any second now, he’ll show up. He’ll pull me close, kiss me, and tell me this was all a welcome home prank. Because I know how crazy he can get when he wants to tease me, it's one of the reasons I can't stop loving him. His playfulness, his charm, his tease.Tears sting my eyes regardless, because something tells me I'm just dreaming.Then a glossy black ride startles me as it makes a quick stop in front of me. The window ro

Lance's POVFuck! She's clutching me like she's meant to tear me apart.She's too tight, too wet, every man's heaven, every man's fucking weakness.The way she's fixed to that robo chair, her hands held tight, her eyes fixed on me, begging. Her legs spread wide apart for me, the way I'm filling every bit of her, and that wine deep in my system.It feels illegal, out of this fucking world. I push deeper and faster, exploring all of her with my dick.Her tight pussy gripping me, filling my brain with images I don't fucking understand. “Ahhhh! It's too much, Lance!” she screams.“It's too much, I'm going to lose it!” she cries now, her voice totally lost between high breaths as tears roll down her cheeks. I can see every tear glisten under the red blinking lights, her lips trembling.“Yes, scream my name, baby,” I groan, my hands cupping her breasts, swirling in circles ever since I started riding her, feeling her nipples stiffen under my touch, every reaction feeding the hunger inside

“No questions, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “But…if you wanna know what’s happening tonight…”His thumb circles my clit, and my breath comes in loud, ragged gasps. The pleasure is insane. It feels like I could orgasm at any second, but I don’t.“Just a touch from me, Ramona,” he says, his voice slow and calm. “Right now, I’m going to punish your body.”I whimper, my eyes rolling from the intensity. My muscles ache in a new, sweet way. “I’m going to make you scream. Beg. Cry. Moan. I’m going to make your body ache for me so badly.”“Then… I'm going to fuck you crazy, till your cute senses melt into your body.”Then he reaches for the black box on the table. My mind races, expecting some kind of tool I've seen ladies play with, or maybe something that looks familiar.But instead, he pulls out a long, black feather. He holds it up, and my stomach twists with anticipation and confusion.“Now, if you want to know what will happen to you…” he whispers, his smirk dark and

I can’t even tell how big the room is. Lance carries me inside.Then he switches the light on, and it's just a red light hanging in the middle of the room… It's strange.The deep red glow flickers on, then off slowly. It feels like I'm being pulled into some kind of trance. My eyes keep adjusting, then losing focus, over and over again.I glance down. The floor isn’t hard, it looks like it's padded, with leather. My gaze travels up the walls. Same thing. Soft, wine-red leather everywhere, stitched perfectly, like someone spent years making it flawless.Then I observe the center of the room, a black velvet couch sitting alone at the middle and nothing else, except the small table sitting beside the couch.On that table…is a white box, a bottle of wine, two wine glasses.Lance sets me down. The second my feet touch the padded floor, a deep vibration crashes deep into my body.Not just under my feet, it hits deep into my bones. It feels like my bones are shifting.My muscles loosen wit

The sound of the elevator doors sliding open makes my ears lift, listening.Lance moves inside, the air is warmer in here, heavy too.I hear the sound of his breathing, the warm air brushing my face, which means he's looking at me.Even with the blindfold on, I know he's giving me that intense gaze.They don’t move away, not even for a second. I bite down on my lower lip, to keep the giggle from escaping my mouth. A faint chuckle vibrates his chest. “It’s sexy when you do that,” he says.The laugh I was holding spills out, and my cheeks heat up. I don’t even know why I’m blushing, but my heart feels a little lighter.The elevator keeps humming, and I realize we've been moving a bit longer.“Where are we going?” I ask, tilting my head toward his voice, a bit of curiosity creeping in.He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips find mine, with a kiss that's deep, slow, careful, like he’s taking his time to learn every part of my mouth. His lips are soft, sharing the faint taste of smoke and

"So tell me, Ramona…” Lance’s voice is low, but so calm, the sound of it gives me a subtle wave of dread.He steps in closer. “Why exactly were you following me?”My feet start dragging back as he pushes forward. “I just…” I stutter, then my legs hit the front of his car and I land on it.The heat from the hood seeps through my skirt, pressing into the skin on my thighs. It’s hot but bearable.He moves in until his chest almost touches mine. His hands landing firmly on the hood, one on each side of me, boxing me in.His breath brushes my face. I can see the skin level and well-trimmed stubble on his jaw, his scent fills my nostrils again.“You think I’m blind?” His eyes lock on mine. “Creeping after me like I wouldn’t catch you? Huh?”My mouth opens but nothing comes out. My pulse is too loud in my ears, and my chest keeps rising like I can’t get enough air.“Tell me, Ramona,” he says, “what reason would you have to come out here, at this hour, putting yourself in danger? Are you bei

Ramona's POV Gigi and I are hunched over her phone, our eyes still observing Lance on the tracking app. “Move the car. Now! And do it fast!”Our eyes shoot up at the same time and we both freeze.We see a man in a black suit commanding Oliver through his window. His voice is firm, and his expression isn't friendly at all.My chest thuds instantly.Gigi whispers, “I’m beginning to not like this. Why is he telling us to move? Is something wrong?”Oliver doesn’t answer her. He just turns the key and the car jolts forward.My heart hasn’t even stopped pounding since we parked here.“What about Lance?” I ask Gigi. “Where is he?”She looks back at the screen. “Wait! I think Lance is pulling right into our lane. He’s behind us, Mona.”My eyes fly to the tracking app. I spot the blue dot moving and realize she's right.“Oh my God! Oliver, can you speed up a bit?” My voice is tighter than I mean it to be.“You’re kidding me,” Gigi says under her breath. “He’s really fast.”I lean forward, “O