Chapter: THE BEST PERFORMING ACTRESS“I belong to myself!” She hit his chest hard, but he didn’t move. “We could've lived happily ever after if you didn’t try to own me. I am not your possession Jax! You found a way to ruin everything. Don’t you just deserve a fucking standing ovation?”From the stairs, Emilia’s voice cut in, the hurt in her voice was audible. “You two are so pathetic. Bickering like animals while I’m lying here bleeding, after you both tried to kill me. You’re both filth.”Delilah turned her head just enough to glance at her, a cold little smile curling her mouth. “Still talking Emilia? If I were you, I’d focus on trying to stay alive till help comes. You look pale and ready to die.”Emilia’s face twisted. “Jax, how can you stand by and watch this happen to me because of your mistress? You almost killed me because of that tramp! If you don’t call the ambulance, and throw her out right now, I swear I’ll—”“You’ll what?” Delilah interrupted. “Cry harder? Call the press? Tell them about your sad little lif
Última actualización: 2026-09-09
Chapter: YOU BELONG TO ME(Third Person POV) Delilah’s heels struck the marble hard as she walked up the stairs furiously elegant, voice rising with every step. “Jax! Jax!” The name echoed off the high ceilings. Maids scattered and then hurried after her, calling soft warnings that she ignored.“Miss Delilah—please—Madam is—”“Move out of my way!” she snapped without looking back.Doors opened along the upper landing. Emilia appeared first, silk robe clutched closed, face already tightening with dislike. Jax stepped out behind her, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp from a shower of his own.“Why the hell are you yelling like a banshee in my house?” Emilia snapped.Delilah barely glanced at her. “I’m not here for you, Emilia. Take your ugly face out of my sight. I’m here for Jax.”Jax’s eyes locked on Delilah’s. Something dark and hungry moved behind them. “Come with me Delilah. Let’s talk privately in my study.”“You bastard!”Delilah closed the distance instead, and her palm cracked across his cheek hard
Última actualización: 2026-09-07
Chapter: MADAME DELILAH ROMANODelilah Amour (First Person POV) I was sitting on the edge of the bed after a cold shower, the silk sheets cool against my bare thighs. Water still ran down my back and dripped from my hair onto the towel I’d half-wrapped around myself. In one hand I held a glass of red wine I hadn’t touched; in the other, was the remote. The morning show’s host droned on about Silver case nonstop— grainy footage of him in handcuffs kept replaying on the screen, talking heads dissecting the charges, the fall of another golden boy they headlined it. Everything hit me at once. I was staring at the TV but my mind was somewhere else. The humiliation at Emilia’s party—the way she had smiled that polished, victorious smile while the room watched me shrink, still burned under my skin. Silver was still locked up behind bars. Jax, and the decision I had turned over in my mind all night were giving me a headache. The paparazzi camped outside Silver’s place like vultures with cameras irked me. And und
Última actualización: 2026-08-29
Chapter: EMILIA VS DELILAH, WHO WILL WIN?Delilah’s simple black gown looked elegant, but she looked tired, her face was pale from another long day of calls and jail visits. She barely glanced at Jax, her mind was clearly elsewhere—on the next meeting with Silver’s lawyer, and the upcoming court hearing.“Delilah, darling!” Emilia called, waving her over with false warmth. “Come join us. You look like you need a drink after all that dreary courtroom drama. Tell us, how is our dear Silver holding up? Still charming the jail warden and guards, I hope?”Delilah’s response was forced. “He’s holding on. We’re making progress.” She had no warmth for Emilia. The distance she’d built felt like a wall.Emilia leaned into Jax harder, her hand sliding down his chest possessively as male strippers gyrated nearby and bottle girls weaved through the crowd in skimpy outfits. “Isn’t loyalty beautiful?” she said loudly enough for Delilah to hear as she walked away.The tension thickened as the night progressed. Jax was trying to get to his
Última actualización: 2026-06-25
Chapter: THE QUEEN OF REVENGE PARTIESJax Romano slammed the front door of the sprawling Paris mansion harder than he intended. His head throbbed from the previous night’s endless champagne and forced smiles.Today had been a long, soul-crushing day. His meetings had been disasters—investors were pulling back because of the family scandal, and lawyers had warned that Silver’s case could drag the Romano name through the mud for years.And Delilah? She hadn’t shown up to work and hadn’t answered his last two calls. His plan hadn’t gone as expected, and all her energy was now poured into Silver, leaving him on the outside looking in. The frustration clawed at him.He missed her—the way she used to fuck him with raw emotion. Now it was all court filings and jail visits.Jax heard noise coming from the grand ballroom and followed it. The room was alive with chaos. Workers in crisp uniforms hauled tables, adjusted chandeliers, and positioned massive floral arrangements that smelled too sweet, almost overwhelming.He stood in th
Última actualización: 2026-06-16
Chapter: EMILIA HAS RECLAIMED HER THRONEDelilah clutched the visitor pass tightly in her hand as the metal doors clanged shut behind her.The jail’s visiting room smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry insects. She sat on the hard plastic chair, heart hammering in her ribs, waiting for the guards to bring Silver out.When he finally appeared—hands cuffed, orange jumpsuit hanging loose on his once-sharp frame—her breath caught in her throat and her hand flew to her mouth. Silver Romano, the charismatic playboy who commanded any room, now looked worn down. Bruises shadowed his jaw from whatever scraps happened inside, and his usual smirk was strained.“Delilah,” he said, voice rough as he picked up the phone on his side of the glass. His eyes softened when they met hers. “You came. Thank you, baby.”She pressed her palm to the glass, wishing she could touch him. “Of course I did. The hearing’s tomorrow. I spoke to the lawyers this morning—they think we have a shot at bail
Última actualización: 2026-06-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 57I was a nervous mess.The mirror reflected a version of me I barely recognized. White silk flowed over my frame like water, hugging me in places that reminded me I was alive, that I had survived long enough to get here. For a long moment, I just stared at the woman looking back at me, as though she were someone else entirely — someone stronger, freer, softer than the girl who once scrubbed her hands raw trying to forget she came from nothing.“Stop fidgeting with it, you’ll wrinkle the fabric.”My mother’s voice carried across the small bridal suite. It was steadier than I expected, but when I turned to her, I caught the gleam of tears already brimming in her eyes. She looked radiant herself, her hair pulled back neatly, her beautiful dress a pale blue that made her appear ten years younger.“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her hands covering her mouth. “My daughter. My little girl.”I laughed lightly, but it cracked at the edges. “I’m not little anymore, Mom.”Her
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 56I hadn’t planned on visiting Mason.If I was honest, I didn’t think I ever wanted to see him again.But Dean had asked me gently, late one night as we sat together on the balcony of his penthouse, the city lights winking beneath us. He hadn’t pushed. He just said softly, “He’s trying, Babe. And maybe… maybe hearing from you would help him finish what he’s started.”So here I was, standing in front of the wide oak doors of the private rehabilitation center tucked deep in the countryside. It looked less like a clinic and more like an old estate converted into something new with its sprawling gardens, high windows, and air so clean it felt almost wrong to breathe it after years in the city.The receptionist had recognized me immediately, her brows twitching in surprise before smoothing into a professional smile. “Mr. Caldwell will be very glad to see you.”I doubted that. Mason had never been glad to see me. He had only wanted to own me, to parade me like a prize. That was never love.Bu
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 55LANIThe laughter was still spilling out of me by the time Dean tugged me down the cobblestoned street, his hand warm and steady wrapped around mine. The narrow alley opened into a wide square where the faint smell of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon sugar drifted on the cool air. Tourists were gathered near little shops, cameras flashing, while locals sat outside cafés, sipping espresso as if time itself slowed for them.We’d been wandering all morning, ducking in and out of antique shops and tiny boutiques, pretending we were just another couple on vacation. It was almost too easy to forget everything we’d left behind— Caldwell Holdings, the trial, the chaos of the last few years. For once, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder or preparing for another battle.Dean squeezed my hand, drawing me back to him. “You’re quiet,” he said softly, his voice carrying that mix of warmth and curiosity that always disarmed me.“I’m not quiet,” I said, though my tone was more thoughtful than playful. “I
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 54The conference room was suffocating.Not because of the size—Caldwell Holdings had spared no expense when it came to intimidating spaces. The long mahogany table gleamed under recessed lights, leather chairs lined both sides, and the wall of glass overlooked the city I had spent my entire life trying to conquer. But right now, it wasn’t grandeur I felt. It was decay.The air reeked of fear.One by one, the board members shuffled papers, avoided eye contact, and cleared their throats like cowards preparing to abandon ship. And that ship… was mine.“I think we need to be realistic, Dean,” said Harris, one of our oldest board members. His voice cracked, and his eyes darted nervously around the table. “The fallout from the trial has… well, it’s gutted us. Public trust is gone. Investors are gone. We can’t sustain this.”I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. “We’ve weathered storms before. We survived recessions, bad press, and all sorts of other things. This company doesn’t get to crumble
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 53DEANIt was 2am when the phone rang. Everyone knows such an hour was too quiet for good news.I almost didn’t answer. I’d been pacing the penthouse, restless, flipping through documents for the case, but not reading them. Lani had fallen asleep on the couch, her head bent against a pillow, her breathing soft and steady. For one foolish second, I considered letting the call go to voicemail.But something in my chest twisted, and I picked it up.“Mr. Caldwell?” The voice on the other end was firm, clinical. A doctor. “It’s your father. I think you should come. Now.”The room swayed around me. I didn’t realize my hand was trembling until the phone nearly slipped from it.“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”___I don’t remember the drive to the hospital. I only remember the sterile light of the hospital corridor as I rushed down it, my shoes loud against the tiles. I remember the smell of disinfectant and metal, and the weight in my chest that grew heavier with each step.When I entered th
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 52Dean poured two fingers of whiskey into his glass, then pushed the decanter away as though the very act of touching it repulsed him. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw locked, and though the city stretched glittering beyond the penthouse windows, his eyes were fixed on nothing.I curled my legs under me on the sofa, nursing a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The silence between us was brittle and fragile, the kind that felt like if either of us spoke too suddenly, it would shatter.Finally, Dean exhaled, a heavy sound. “He’s not stopping.”I looked up, my chest tightening. “What did you hear this time?” I didn’t have to ask, I knew he was talking about Mason.His mouth pressed into a thin line. He didn’t look at me when he answered. “Last week it was a fight in some nightclub. Yesterday it was an arrest outside a strip of bars in Midtown. Today…” He rubbed his temple with his thumb, frustration edging his voice. “Today, apparently, he totaled one of the cars.”“Mason?” My voic
Última actualización: 2025-09-19
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