Nobela ni Léla

♠ SYLVARA ♠ “Sylvara! ” He called my name angrily, yet gently.“What is it?” I hissed, refusing to look at him. “Don't be stubborn, huh?” He tried to pull me towards him, but I didn't flinch. Until he carried me, shoving me on his lap. “Darius, we are outside; let me go,” I said, looking around to see if anyone was looking, but the street was silent; one could mistake it for a ghost town. “I don't care. Why were you acting like that?”“I want some music, that's all.” I said, unaware of how I was seated. “Okay then, I will let you enjoy some music.” He whispered, biting my earlobe. “Stop it.” I tried to get off his laps but it was too late.“Relax, Luna.” His hand was already in my blouse. Circling my nipple with his fingertips. Pinching them softly before squeezing them between his two fingers like he was trying to get some juice from them.“Dar…” I released a soft moan to try to caution him. “Tell me you don't want here,” he,” he whispered, grazing my tits with his nails.After f

♠SYLVARA♠ Back to the present.... This… this wasn’t my room. I blinked rapidly, my vision hazy as the unfamiliar ceiling swayed above me. Darius’ mansion looked nothing like this. Nothing at all. Cold panic twisted in my stomach. “What…” My voice broke before I could finish. The moment the realization hit, tears burst free and streamed hot down my cheeks. I’ve been raped? The thought tore through me like a knife. My whole body throbbed..... sharp, burning aches in places that made me feel sick. My bones felt strained, like I’d fought… or worse, like I had responded to something I didn’t remember. I felt like I’d betrayed myself.... betrayed my body and everything I’d promised. Once I discovered Darius was my mate, I’d vowed to keep myself untouched, to wait for him alone. How could I… why would my body react? How could I feel that stinging soreness and see those white stains on my skin? Those marks. Those reminders. I slapped myself mentally as if I could punch the memory back i

LYANNA It was already midnight.The mansion was cloaked in silence, but my mind refused to rest. Darius still hadn’t come home.“What’s wrong with him? ” I muttered under my breath, pacing the length of my bedroom. My fingers tightened around my phone as I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time, only to hear it ring endlessly. No answer.I bit my lip, irritation flaring. Finally, I called Lycus. He picked up after a few seconds that felt like minutes.“Where is Darius? ” I demanded, skipping any greeting.“Is that your idea of saying hello? ”Lycus hissed on the other end, his tone dripping with sarcasm.I exhaled sharply. “Sorry, Lycus. I’m just… worried. I called his number, but he isn’t picking up. Are you two okay? ”“Nothing’s wrong with the Alpha,” he replied lazily, though something in his voice sounded off. “So stop worrying that little head of yours and go to sleep.”Before I could say another word, the line went dead.I stood there, staring at the phone, my

♣DARIUS♣“What's going on here?!” Their leader came in, and they were able to regain their confidence.The room was thick with their arrogance, their smirks, and their hands on weapons they didn’t have the balls to use first. I stepped into that den of jackals not as a man... but as judgment. My fists were clenched, but not from fear. It was the restraint... barely leashed, barely sane.My voice was calm. That kind of calm that only comes before the storm. "You made a mistake," I said, and they laughed. Laughed.That’s when it snapped.The anger tore through me like a gunshot in a church... loud, holy, and final. I didn't see their faces after that. Only targets. Obstacles. The distance between her and me.Every punch I threw was a message. Every shot was a signature. I wasn't fighting to win. I was erasing. Cleaning the filth that thought they could take what was mine.By the time I reached her, my knuckles were raw and warm, my heart a war drum still pounding for her. She looked up

♣DARIUS♣ 8 hours before,I calmed my hard cock as I thought about Sylvara; I couldn't wait to have pussy walls wrapped tightly around my cock.I dipped my hand inside my pants, stroking my cock smoothly. Prepping it for what has to come.But then an attendant rushed in without knocking. “fuck! Where are your manners?” I roared. “Sorry, sir! There is an issue outside.” She panicked. “Issue? What issue?” I furrowed my brows.“Your woman is being dragged away by the Blacks.” She informed me, and I stood up immediately. My inside was boiling with anger.They just got back, and they decided to choose my woman as their victim? I thought about walking out of the restaurant, but they were already gone.I took my phone and called Lycus. “Take the boys to The Black's territory; we are killing them all tonight as a welcoming party. Wash their sins away with guns!” I ordered and entered my car.I drove out angrily. I couldn't stop thinking about Sylvara. How she was feeling. ‘She must have bee

♠SYLVARA♠ We got to the restaurant, and I was surprised to see the restaurant aesthetic. “Are you sure we are only eating here?” I asked Darius subconsciously, but he just smirked instead.“Welcome, ma'am, sir,” an attendant greeted politely as we walked into the elegant restaurant, which is often used by the high class; the restaurant bears a lot of privacy, as each table was in different rooms. People of high class often go there to discuss confidential conversations. “The rooms are booked, ma'am, sir,” the lady at the counter said. But her tone changed when Darius removed his glasses. “Don....” she became nervous as she bowed. “Do I need to have a reservation now?” Darius chuckled, looking at his phone screen. “Let's leave,” I muttered, but he didn't listen to me. “Which room would you prefer, sir or ma'am?” the lady asked before I could persuade Darius. What was I expecting? He is Darius anyway. I thought.“Let's go.” He mumbled, holding my hands tightly. Not painful but enou

♥♥♥♥ Before Layla could even raise her eyebrows to check the situation, the scene before her made her scream. Her heart pounded as she tapped the driver’s shoulder, yelling for him to stop the car…. but he didn’t. Panic clawed at her chest. She grabbed the handle to open the door herself, but froze when she noticed something that made her blood run cold. There…..right beside them, in the car that should’ve been crushed…..sat a familiar figure. Lucian. Alive. Calm. Unbothered. Layla’s breath hitched. Is that… a ghost? “Surprise!” Lucian said casually, waving at her from the other car. His lips curved into an infuriating smirk as he watched her stunned expression. He remembered clearly how he had switched cars earlier in the traffic and set the first car on auto-drive. “I guess she’s getting old already,” he murmured under his breath, amusement flickering in his eyes. “What an outdated attack. Still, quite the wedding gift.” He closed his eyes, resting his head back aga

♥♥♥♥A masculine figure stood inside a dark, spacious office, gazing out at the glittering city skyline.The room was so dim that only faint rays from the streetlights illuminated fragments of the furniture and reflected a dull glow from the sky.Lucian let out a heavy sigh, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon as memories of the engagement gathering replayed in his mind. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed one leg over the other and rested his head against the backrest, deep in thought.Files were stacked neatly across his austere desk… documents awaiting his approval, along with a few reports from his department.Lucian was strict when it came to work; he never tolerated laziness. To him, slacking off only invited chaos and extra burdens later.He was calculated, sharp, and impossibly disciplined… but after that night, something gnawed at his thoughts. The Carter family is quite interesting, he mused silently, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.He slid his hands deeper into his poc

♥♥♥♥A week passed in uneasy silence, with Margot’s daily calls and veiled threats reminding Layla that escape wasn’t an option. Each message carried the same warning… “Don’t you dare run.”Now, as laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the Hilton estate’s grand ballroom, Layla felt her pulse quicken. Warm lighting bathed the room in a soft golden glow, but none of it eased the weight pressing on her chest. This was her engagement night… and every elegant shimmer around her only deepened the ache inside.Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she entered the room. She held her head high, her movements graceful, but her unease was clear in the way she kept tugging lightly at her bracelet...a nervous habit she couldn’t shake.The moment she spotted him, her steps faltered.Lucian Hilton. Immaculate in a tailored black suit, his presence commanded the room without effort. His expression was cool, detached… as if none of this mattered to him. When his eyes met hers, a f

♥♥♥♥“Y… ye… ss… NO!”Layla’s voice trembled through the phone, cracking like glass.Silence followed. She pressed a hand to her racing chest. You, this woman, control yourself, her inner voice warned sharply.Lucian frowned on the other end, his voice low, deep, and edged with confusion.“What are you saying?”“It’s… Layla Carter,” she managed quickly, her words tumbling together.“Miss Carter?” His tone shifted—cooler, distant. “Why are you calling me, and how did you get my number?”“I… Elder Hilton told me to call you here,” she said softly.Lucian’s brows furrowed. “Where?”“It’s noon already. I waited for you to pick me up, but you didn’t show up, so I decided to take a cab. I’m at the restaurant now, and the elder isn’t here. He sent his butler instead… and the butler told me to call you. That’s why,” Layla explained in one breath, heat flooding her cheeks in embarrassment.Before Lucian could reply, the line went dead.He sat still for a moment, decoding her rushed words. Then

♥♥♥♥“Watch where you’re going, girl.”Lucian’s voice cut through the noise, low and sharp. The woman stumbled, her small frame barely balanced in his grasp before he let her go.“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, bowing quickly, her tone breathless yet soft.Lucian turned to leave, but something about her made him pause. The tilt of her chin. The faint scent clinging to her….. warm, familiar, maddening. His gaze sharpened.“The mask girl?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.She shook her head immediately. “You’ve got the wrong person.”“You’re wearing a mask again,” Lucian murmured, his tone dipping somewhere between curiosity and challenge. “Who are you hiding from this time?”But she turned away before he could take another step. Her movements were hurried, almost desperate.Lucian’s jaw flexed as he watched her retreat. Suspicion burned quietly behind his eyes. He was about to follow when a familiar voice broke his focus.“Hey, buddy!”Lucian sighed. “Steve.”Steve Hilfiger… his friend

♥♥♥♥"Are you consoling a ghost?"The low, baritone voice sliced through the stillness. Layla froze, her breath catching. She turned sharply toward the sound…and there he was.Lucian."You should really make a sound when you’re around," she blurted out, clutching her chest as if to calm her racing heart."I’ve been here for some time," he replied coolly. "But I can’t seem to concentrate because of your noise. I can’t seem to concentrate because of your…"He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze had landed on her face…on the faint shimmer of tears.He tilted his head slightly, his brows narrowing.Layla quickly wiped her tears, pretending calm. "Something got into my eyes. That’s all. It hurt a little.""I didn’t ask," he said flatly."Yeah, that’s true," she muttered with a small, awkward laugh, trying to mask her discomfort. But when she caught the expression on his face…. stoic, unreadable….her smile faltered."I was just wondering why you’re outside," she asked, desperate to fill the sile