The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return
It is payback time!
Cynthia Laurent’s comeback is fueled by heartbreak… and a love that won’t let go.
The day she was told she had six months to live, her husband’s betrayal cut deeper than any diagnosis.
While grappling with a brain tumor, Cynthia overheard her stepsister’s cruel confession: “I’m pregnant.”
One look at her husband’s face told her the truth — the affair was real, and the baby was his.
Eight years of marriage, discarded like trash.
Her pleas were met with her mother-in-law’s venom who saw her only as a nanny, a cook, a housekeeper, a cleaner – never a daughter-in-law and her eight-year-old son’s chilling wish for a “new mom.”
Broken and abandoned, Cynthia vanished to Paris, ready to die.
But fate had other plans.
In Paris, three men of immense power burst into her life, claiming to be her brothers and vowed to protect her at all costs. Titans of industry, speed, and medicine, they rebuilt Cynthia from the ground up.
Now, as the Michelin-starred queen of Maison Cynclair, Cynthia returns to the city that destroyed her.
Her ex-husband falls to his knees. “We’re still married,” he pleads.
Her son cries, “Mom, don’t you love me anymore?”
The woman they once broke is gone.
“Thank you for your betrayal,” she replied, calm and clear. “It made me a hundred-million-dollar woman.”
A man’s love fades. An empire? Never.
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Chapter: #172Chapter 172Cynthia’s POVThe drive back to the Walker mansion was quiet in a way that felt heavy rather than peaceful. The city lights blurred past my windshield, reflections stretching and breaking across the glass like fractured thoughts — much like the ones swirling endlessly in my mind.Ethan sat beside me, unusually silent.Not the brooding silence I had grown used to during our marriage, not the cold, dismissive quiet that used to fill the space between us like a wall. This was different. This was exhaustion. Shock. A man who had just learned that the foundation of his entire life had been built on a lie.I glanced at him briefly, careful not to stare. His head was leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, jaw clenched. He looked pale, drained, like someone who had been hollowed out from the inside.“Ethan,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “What happened to Anna?”His eyes opened slowly, and for a moment I thought he might not answer. Then he exhaled.“She’s in jail,” he
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: #171Chapter 171 Ethan’s POV Grace is not my mother. The words echoed in my head over and over again, like a broken record I couldn’t shut off no matter how hard I tried. They didn’t make sense. They couldn’t make sense. My brain kept rejecting them, pushing them away, trying to replace them with memories that suddenly felt unreliable, distorted. Grace Walker was my mother. She had always been my mother. She was the woman who scolded me when I scraped my knees as a child, who stood stiffly at my school events, who praised my achievements in public and punished my failures in private. She was the woman who stood beside my father at every formal dinner, every corporate gala, every board meeting photo op. She was the woman who raised me, controlled me, shaped me. And now I was being told she wasn’t my mother. I stared down at the test results again, as if the letters might rearrange themselves if I looked long enough, if I stared hard enough. But they didn’t. They remained cruelly, me
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: #170Chapter 170 Cynthia’s POV I ran away from Ethan and Bryan, trying to erase whatever I’d just heard. There was no way he meant what he said. Bryan had hated me right with Ethan three years ago. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever fight—or another stretch of unspoken tension—was brewing between them. I went back into the hospital in a secluded spot and called Amber. I needed to hear Amber’s voice. I needed that small reminder that at least one thing in this entire mess was safe, warm, and untouched by secrets and blood and betrayal. “Mom!” Amber’s voice burst through the line, bright and excited, so full of life it made my chest ache. “Mom, guess what!” I smiled despite myself, moving toward a quieter corner of the corridor. “Hi, baby. Guess what?” “I’m in a very huggeeee mansion!” he practically shouted. “It’s so big, Mom. Like… really big. Bigger than Dad’s house. Uncle Kevin says the land has been used to be their family home for generations.” I leaned agai
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: #169Chapter 169 Cynthia’s POV The car smelled faintly like Ethan. Leather. His cologne. Something warm and familiar that tightened my chest the moment I opened the door. I reached into the console and found my phone immediately, right where I’d left it. The screen lit up in my hand, dozens of messages waiting to be acknowledged, but I didn’t have the strength to look at them yet. I just needed to breathe. To exist outside the hospital walls for a moment. I stepped back and closed the car door… And nearly screamed. “Jesus, Bryan!” I gasped, clutching my chest as I stared at him. “What are you doing here?” He stood right in front of me, close enough that I hadn’t noticed him until the door shut. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his sweater, posture relaxed but eyes sharp, attentive. Watching me. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said quickly. “I just… wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay.” I frowned slightly. “You followed me?” “I followed the situation,” he co
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Chapter: #168Chapter 168Bryan’s POVIt was the first time I had ever been forced to sit with my thoughts for that long without a distraction, and it was hell.Hospitals did that to you. They stripped you down. Just white walls, the low hum of machines, and the unbearable weight of everything you had refused to admit to yourself.I knew they were looking at me.Ethan, with that sharp, territorial stare he had been perfecting all night. Cynthia, with confusion flickering behind her tired eyes, probably wondering why I was still there, why I hadn’t left when the doctor said we could go home. Why I had stayed through the night like I had a claim to any of this.The truth?I had stayed because leaving would have felt like surrender.And I didn’t lose. Not like that.But God… watching her sleep on his shoulder had nearly broken me.The image burned itself into my mind. Cynthia curled into Ethan’s side, her body instinctively seeking him even in exhaustion, even after everything he had done to her. As i
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: #167Chapter 167 Cynthia’s POV I noticed Bryan wasn’t leaving and I guess Ethan noticed it too. Ethan leaned back against the wall, arms folded loosely, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion tugging at his features. “So,” he said casually, too casually, “why aren’t you leaving?” Bryan didn’t look at him. “Do I need a reason?” Ethan scoffed. “You’re not exactly subtle. You’ve been hovering all night.” Bryan finally turned his head, irritation flashing across his face. “I’m not hovering.” “You are,” Ethan replied flatly. “And you shouldn’t be this concerned about other people’s business. Especially not their marriage.” The word marriage landed awkwardly in the space between us. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my fingers curling into the fabric of my coat. Something was off between the two of them. It felt like a fracture that had existed long before I returned, one that had only widened with my presence. Bryan’s jaw tightened. “I’m concerned because everything happening here affe
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection
Warning: Extremely explicit. For mature readers only.
If you crave erotica that doesn’t just turn you on but completely blows your mind with its depth, intensity, and heart, this collection is your next obsession.
Daddy’s Lessons in Pleasure is a scorching anthology of interconnected yet standalone erotic tales, woven together by themes of forbidden lust, raw power, and mind-bending passion.
Each story plunges deep into intense, explicit sexual encounters while delivering rich, layered narratives that explore desire, surrender, and emotional entanglement — proving erotica can be as intellectually gripping as it is physically arousing.
The majority of the collection revolves around intoxicating age-gap romances: older, commanding men — billionaires, mentors, mysterious strangers — who awaken the hidden cravings of younger women hungry for experience. From a ruthless CEO introducing an innocent librarian to the dark thrill of contractual BDSM, to a silver-fox professor unraveling his brilliant student’s composure in late-night “tutoring” sessions, these stories revel in the delicious tension of experience meeting curiosity.
Expect unapologetic, detailed smut: rough dominance, slow teasing edging, bondage, spanking, oral worship, orgasm denial, and breathless, sheet-soaking climaxes that leave characters (and readers) trembling. Yet beneath the heat lie deep storylines — moral conflicts, emotional vulnerability, power shifts, and unexpected love — that will linger long after the final page.
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Chapter: Celebrity Fantasies: 4◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~~ Two Days Later ~ I had filled fifteen pages. Fifteen pages of detailed, explicit, absolutely filthy things I wanted to do to Mr. Romans and things I wanted him to do to me. Positions: me riding him reverse cowgirl in his office chair, grinding until he was begging; him taking me from behind over the lecture podium, slapping my ass red. Locations: the empty classroom at midnight, the library stacks where anyone could walk in. Scenarios: some tender, like him waking me with his tongue lapping at my folds; some rough, like tying my hands with his tie and face-fucking me until I gagged. All of them completely consuming—ending with him coming inside me, on me, marking me as his. Mia and I walked toward the lecture hall, my heart racing with anticipation, my panties already damp from replaying the entries. “You seem excited,” Mia observed warily. “I have a mission today,” I told her, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Today is the day I make pro
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: Celebrity Fantasies: 3◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~I screamed the moment my bedroom door closed behind me.It was not a delicate, feminine sound. It was raw and frustrated and came from somewhere deep in my chest. I threw my bag across the room, watching with grim satisfaction as it hit the wall and my books spilled everywhere.“How dare he!”Mia, who followed me inside, wisely said nothing. She just picked up my scattered belongings while I paced back and forth across my bedroom floor like a caged animal.“Who does he think he is?” I was practically shouting now. “I’m Anna McGiver. Anna McGiver. I’ve been on the cover of Vogue. I have twelve million Instagram followers. Men literally write me love letters and marriage proposals every single day!”“I know, Anna…”“And he just… he just walked away! Like I was nobody. Like I was annoying him. Like I was…” I stopped pacing, pressing my hands to my flushed cheeks. “God, he probably thinks I’m pathetic.”“I don’t think…”“No, he definitely does. Did you s
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: Celebrity Fantasies: 2◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~The rest of the class was torture.I was barely registering a single word about cellular respiration or ATP. It was torture because every time I tried to catch Mr. Romans’s eye, he deliberately looked anywhere else. At his slides. At the students raising hands. At the fucking clock on the wall. Anywhere but me.I leaned forward just enough to let the deep V of my blouse gape, offering a deliberate view of the lace edge of my bra and the swell of my breasts. Nothing. I slowly uncrossed and recrossed my legs, letting my skirt ride high enough that the bare skin of my thigh was exposed almost to the crease where it met my hip. Nothing. I dragged my lower lip between my teeth, slow and deliberate — the move that had gotten me three magazine covers and DMs full of marriage proposals and explicit offers. Absolutely fucking nothing.I turned to Mia, seeking validation. “Mia, do I have something on my face?”She whipped around. “What? Where?” she sca
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Celebrity Fantasies: 1◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~Being a celebrity actress sucked about as much as being doused in perfume and left in a room with a swarm of bees. And those bees? They were men.I had them in every caliber imaginable — movie producers with their slimy promises of “private meetings,” co-stars who slid their hands too low during rehearsal kisses, fans who sent me dick pics captioned with marriage proposals. They all wanted to fuck me, worship me, own me. And that was precisely the problem. There was no thrill left in being the prey everyone had already caught. No chase or mystery. Just the same predictable rut where I spread my legs and they came running. I wanted to chase for once. I was so damn tired of being chased.“Anna, they’re ready for you on set.”I glanced up from my phone. Mia, my assistant, hovered with my usual iced oat-milk latte. She was wearing that familiar look — part concern, part exasperation, all professional restraint.“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the cup.
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Bus Ride: 2 ◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ The moment the elderly couple’s feet touched the pavement and the doors hissed shut, the atmosphere inside the bus changed. Thicker. Hungrier. The engine’s growl felt louder now, more conspiratorial, drowning out everything except the wet sounds their bodies were already making. Victoria was still impaled on him when Adrian finally pulled out…slow, deliberate, letting her feel the obscene drag of every inch. A thick rope of their combined release immediately slid down the inside of her thigh. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness. “On your knees,” he ordered, voice gravel now. “All fours. Right here.” The floor was sticky in places, grit under her palms, but the humiliation only made her clit throb harder. She dropped fast—palms flat against the filthy linoleum, knees spread, ass presented like an offering. Her skirt rode up over her hips on its own; she didn’t bother fixing it. Adrian didn’t waste time. He knelt behind her, one big hand fisting her hair, yank
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Bus Ride: 1◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ Victoria gripped the overhead rail so hard her knuckles blanched as the bus swayed through snarled evening traffic. The short pleated skirt that had felt flirty at 7 a.m. now rode dangerously high on her thighs, the hem flirting with exposure every time the vehicle lurched. Sweat prickled between her breasts; the press of too many bodies had turned the air thick and intimate. The man behind her radiated heat like a furnace. Tall. Silver hair swept back, sharp cheekbones, a jaw that looked carved for biting. Each time the driver braked, her ass was forced back against the unmistakable ridge of his erection — hard, thick, unapologetic. He didn’t pull away. Neither did she. She was already wet. Shamefully, embarrassingly wet. Just from the accidental friction. Just from wondering what his hands would feel like pinning her wrists above her head. “I can read your thoughts, you know,” a velvet voice purred directly into her ear, so close she felt the shape of the words
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Craving The Enemy's Husband
She seduced him for revenge… but didn’t expect to crave him passionately.
Christiana Salazar was born into privilege until the night her mother was murdered in cold blood. The culprit? Her own father, driven by a twisted obsession with her ex–best friend, Bella Calamida.
Left with nothing but rage and a ruined name, Christiana plots the ultimate revenge: seduce Bella’s husband and tear her perfect world apart from the inside.
Enter Bryan Adams. Billionaire, dangerously charming, and Bella’s unsuspecting husband. One stolen glance, one calculated touch, and he’s hooked. And when Christiana becomes his irresistible new secretary, playing the part of the loyal employee by day and temptation by night, the game begins.
But the deeper she sinks into Bryan’s world, the harder it becomes to remember why she started this in the first place.
Because the man she’s supposed to use for her revenge makes her heartbeat.
And he just might be the only one who can break her.
Now Christiana must choose: betray the man she’s falling for… or finish what she started and lose him forever.
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Chapter: Chapter 250: Epilogue.Chapter 250: Epilogue.**Christiana’s POV**Bryan and I sat nestled in the master suite of the Salazar mansion, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls like whispered secrets. His gaze hadn’t left me for what felt like an eternity, his eyes tracing every curve of my face with a reverence that made my heart stutter. It was as though he were committing me to memory, as though I were a rare relic he feared might vanish.“What?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, a nervous flutter under the weight of his stare.He offered a soft, almost secretive smile, shaking his head. “Nothing. Everything. You.”A flush crept up my cheeks, and I dipped my gaze, but his fingers found my chin, tilting it gently yet firmly until our eyes locked again. His touch was an anchor, grounding me in a way only he ever could.“Christiana,” he said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that sent shivers cascading through me. “Do you know what it was like tha
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: Chapter 249: Tatiana, Stella, RyanChapter 249: Tatiana, Stella, Ryan**Tatiana’s POV**The merciless sun pressed down on my shoulders, heavy and suffocating, as if it wanted to remind me that grief itself could burn. The cemetery was already filled with people dressed in shades of black and gray, murmuring low condolences, the occasional sound of sniffles carried by the wind. I walked between my parents, my heels sinking slightly into the damp grass.It wasn’t our family we were burying, it was Tony Amazli. Yet the weight in the air was the same: death made no distinction.Two people my mother knew had died in one night, Bella Calamida and Tony Amazli. She had cried uncontrollably when she heard that Tony was dead.I honestly wondered who that was, because I had never heard that name before. My father got better the next day as though the death of Bella had given him life, and he explained to me who Tony Amazli and Bella Calamida truly were.My mother’s best friends.I stayed in between my mom and dad as the priest pr
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Chapter: Chapter 248: Stella AmazliChapter 248: Stella Amazli**Stella’s POV**I buried my mother quickly, too quickly because she didn’t have any family other than me, she also didn’t have any friends.No grand speeches. No lavish tributes. Just a quiet, efficient service arranged by men in black suits who didn’t dare meet my eyes for long.I have my father's funeral to attend, which i know would be filled with rich people. The scent of lilies still clung to my clothes when I returned to the Amazli estate, but instead of grief tightening my chest, I felt… light.There was no mother breathing down my neck, plotting with her endless schemes and my father, who is a billionaire in the oil and gas sector had died also. Both of them were gone. Now thinking of it, I actually didn’t lose them… they just gave me everything.Just like in church, the reverend preached that we didn’t actually lose Christ on the cross, what he did was for our salvation.He gave his life, so we could have life.I guess that was what my parents had
Last Updated: 2025-12-04
Chapter: Chapter 247: I'm SorryChapter 247: I'm Sorry**Ryan’s POV**The world after the sound of the gun was a series of slow, terrible things.For a second there was only a ringing that had nothing to do with the monitors.It was inside my head, a single, persistent note that wouldn’t stop, since that gunshot.I opened my eyes and looked around.Tatiana had dropped on her knees by the bed, her arms wrapped around Christiana like she could hold two people in the same breath; Bryan’s eyes were opened now, he was making movements as though desperate to see what exactly had happened after that gunshot; and Bella… Bella on the floor.My heart jumped at the sight of her struggling for her life. Little did I know that she would aim for herself and not Christiana. Is that how worthless she felt her life to be? Didn’t she think she had hope to make it better?I didn’t know this woman’s pain would hurt me so much, well I guess no matter what she did, it didn’t change the fact that she was my mother, my blood and it would j
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter 246: Tony and MatildaChapter 246: Tony and Matilda**Stella’s POV**Everything was just happening to fast. My father… that I had just met few hours ago, returned back like a desperate man.He said he wanted to pass it down to me as soon as possible and this excited mom so much.The pen still felt warm in my hand, my signature resting beneath Tony Amazli’s bold one on the last document. My father. The word still felt foreign on my tongue, awkward, like a coat too heavy for me to wear. He had just signed me in officially as his heir, his successor, his only child.He closed the folder, his hands slow, deliberate. His face was strong, weathered with age, but it softened as his eyes landed on me.“There,” he said finally, his voice gravelly. “It’s done. You’re my heir now.”I swallowed hard, my heart racing. This moment should have felt triumphant. It should have felt like victory, like stepping into a destiny I had always dreamed about. But all I felt was a strange emptiness.Tony leaned back in his chair, l
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: Chapter 245: Pulled The TriggerChapter 245: Pulled The Trigger**Ryan’s POV**While I was in the drive way of the Adam’s mansion, just thinking of how I would be able to access it, I received a notification of a trending live video.A live video by Tatiana Adams.Clicking on it, I saw my mother, my fucking goddamit mother pointing a gun at Christiana, it was a little blurry as Tatiana was trying to hide the angled phone from her.The city lights blurred as I sped through the streets, weaving between cars like a madman. My grandmother’s voice still echoed in my mind, frail but urgent: “She bought a gun, Ryan. Bella’s gone after someone… she’s gone after Christiana.”I saw the location, Tatiana was a smart girl. St Mathew’s hospital.I pressed harder on the accelerator, praying the traffic lights would stay green. They didn’t. Sirens flashed behind me. Police cars and ambulances clustered around the hospital entrance, their red-and-blue beams slicing through the night sky.A barricade of officers stood at the entranc
Last Updated: 2025-12-01
The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy
I am trapped in the middle of a war I never asked for. A war written in blood, money, and betrayal. And if I don’t fight back, I will lose, and I don’t lose.
It began the day I discovered the truth. I wasn’t who I thought I was. My real family, the Black family were billionaires, powerful and merciless, their legacy dripping with old money and ancient grudges. Bound by ties to the Bristo empire, their world was one I was never meant to enter. I was dragged into it, whether I want to be or not.
To my newfound siblings, I am an intruder, a threat, a mistake that should have stayed buried. And above all, a rival. Because in their world, everything is a game of possession, including Lucas Bristo.
Lucas, with his arrogance and impossible charm, infuriates me to my core. I despise the way his eyes pin me in place. I despise the heat that coils in my chest whenever he dares to touch me. Loving him was never part of the plan. But my heart doesn’t obey plans, and neither does his.
Now my greatest enemies are not outsiders, but blood. My adopted sister, the one who lived the life meant for me has joined forces with my blood brother whom she is having an incestuous affair with.
Together, they will stop at nothing to destroy me, to strip away the man I love and the empire that is rightfully mine.
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Chapter: Chapter 194: The EndChapter 194 The sun was warm and golden, spilling over the white roses that lined the aisle. Hannah stood beneath the archway, her veil fluttering gently in the breeze, her heart pounding as Lucas’s eyes found hers. Everything they had been through — the chaos, the heartbreak, the loss, the redemption — had led to this one perfect moment. Piper smiled from the front row, tears in her eyes. A year ago, she could barely smile after Damon’s death, but now, with Gavin’s hand intertwined with hers, there was light again. As the ceremony reached its end and the crowd erupted into cheers, Gavin turned to her, knelt on one knee, and pulled out a small velvet box. Piper gasped. “Piper,” he said softly, “will you make me as happy as Lucas and Hannah are today?” Laughter, tears, applause — it was a moment of pure healing, love, and new beginnings. When Hannah tossed her bouquet, it landed squarely in Piper’s hands. Everyone laughed. Even from above, Damon must have been smiling.
Last Updated: 2025-12-28
Chapter: Chapter 193 Chapter 193 Lily’s POV The courtroom was cold. Not just in temperature — it was the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, the kind that reminds you there’s no warmth left for you in the world. They said my name a thousand times today. “Lily Black.” “Defendant.” “The accused.” Each time it sounded less like a person and more like a stain that couldn’t be washed off. I sat still, staring at the judge, at the jury, at the flashing cameras. My lawyers whispered things in my ear, but I didn’t listen. What was the point? Their words were useless now. The evidence — they said it was overwhelming. The videos, the recordings, the witnesses, the ballistic reports. Every single thing pointed to me. And maybe they were right. The prosecution called me “Mentally ill.” “Obsessive.” “Driven by jealousy and greed.” I called it love. But no one in that courtroom saw it that way. They never understood that everything I did — every plan, every risk, every lie — was to take back what was sup
Last Updated: 2025-12-27
Chapter: Chapter 192 Chapter 192 Hannah's POV Both Lucas and Piper had been numb since Damon's death. Lucas hardly spoke. He just sat sometimes, staring at nothing for long minutes before pretending to be fine again. Piper… she hadn't smiled once. Her eyes were always red, even when she tried to act normal. And me …. I didn't even know what I was supposed to feel anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, I could picture the way Damon fell, the sound of the gun, the look on his face when he smiled that one last time. It played over and over like a cruel movie reel I couldn't turn off. He died because of me. Because he tried to protect me. Because I was the one Lily wanted dead. I've never felt such guilt in my entire life. Sometimes, when Lucas would reach for my hand, I'd pull away just slightly, afraid of tainting him with the darkness that's been living inside me since that night. He doesn't deserve to carry my guilt too. I wish I could turn back time, stop Damon from following us, stop the bulle
Last Updated: 2025-12-26
Chapter: Chapter 191Chapter 191Hannah’s POVI stood behind the podium, hands trembling around the paper I’d written. The words blurred as I stared down at them, my vision swimming with tears that refused to stay hidden any longer.People were gathered, friends, family, even strangers whose lives Damon had quietly touched. Their faces were somber, some red-eyed, some lost. Lucas sat in the front row beside Damon’s mother, his hand gripping hers tightly. Piper sat just behind them, crying silently.I took a deep breath. My voice trembled when I began.“Damon Rice was… one of a kind.”My throat tightened immediately. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue.“He was brave. He was loyal. He was… the kind of friend you don’t meet twice in a lifetime. He was someone who loved deeply and fought harder for the people he cared about. I didn’t know what it truly meant to have someone stand up for me until Damon did it, he always.” I let out a wry laugh, “He always sided with me, even when Lucas didn’t like
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter 190Chapter 190 Lucas' POV "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…" The priest's voice broke through the heavy silence like a distant echo, carried by the cold wind that whipped through the cemetery with bitter insistence. My fingers clenched tighter around the folded handkerchief I was holding. The white fabric was already damp from tears I didn't even remember shedding, soaked through in places where I'd pressed it against my eyes trying to stem the endless flow. Damon's coffin rested in the earth before us, polished wood gleaming beneath the gray sky like some cruel mirror reflecting back our collective grief. Mahogany, because he'd once joked that if he ever died young, he wanted to go out in style. I'd laughed then. The sound of shovels digging into the dirt felt like thunder to my ears, impossibly loud in the hushed stillness. Each thud of falling sand hit me like a heartbeat that refused to stop, a rhythm that marked time I wished would simply cease. He's really gone. The thought ci
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Chapter 189Chapter 189Lucas’ POVThe hospital hallways smelled of antiseptic and panic. My hands were still sticky with Damon’s blood, drying now, cracking against my skin every time I moved my fingers. I didn’t even realize I’d been pacing until Hannah gently touched my arm.“Lucas,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “please sit down.”I couldn’t. My knees were locked, my chest tight, my ears ringing with the sound of the gunshot that refused to fade. The red stains on my shirt looked darker under the harsh hospital lights. I stared at them, feeling like if I just rubbed hard enough, just maybe… I could erase the last hour.The doors to the emergency room swung open.The doctor stepped out. His scrubs were stained too with red and brown, and I hated that I noticed that detail. His face said it all before he even opened his mouth.I froze anticipating his response, hoping for a positive feedback.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, eyes lowered. “He lost too much blood. We tried everything we coul
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
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