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“ Just for tonight,” he added, his fingers already traveling towards me, while his gaze remained locked with mine.“ You should stop,” I said and turned away. “ You will lose your job the second your boss finds out about this. I will pretend you were never here. Leave.”“ Moraine…”“ I said, leave!”Taken aback, he stares at me for long and tilts his head, but he doesn't move. Or leave.A smug smile lifts the corner of his lips. “ I understand you don't want to sound desperate but that's a bit too much. You know, I could help you tonight. No one needs to know. If you don't talk, I won't.” He says, seductively running his fingers over his throbbing length. “ A male stripper? For goodness sake, did he send him to test me or what?” I sigh and click my tongue. “ I will rather fuck myself than give you that chance. Besides, you are not half of the man I f*ck every night. Now get lost before you miss a ball and the chance to ever make any woman happy again.”Gone like a breath, the room se

Teeth buried into my lower lip, my heart race, wondering if he heard me. He grunts and detached, hands firm on my waist.My mind burn with thoughts of what his first question is going to be. “ Probably going to ask me why his son's name.” I ponder, and slowly turned to face him. He neither leaves my waist nor leaves at all.My heart race with time, silence capturing the thumping of my heart in perpetual motion. “ Hey…” he says with a lull in his voice. I don't know if that's a good sign or not. “ Hey,” I reply, lips parted.His gaze softens, dreamy and entranced. “ That felt so good.”I swallow with difficulty. Can't tell if that's a bait or not, but it doesn't help my dilemma at all.“ One would think you would have enjoyed getting sucked moments ago.” I say and roll my eyes. He chuckles, wearing his smile in the brightness of his eyes.“ Were you jealous?”“ Shouldn't I be? I will be damned if I wasn't?”His lips lifts by the side like he's amused by a play thing. “ I had to brin

He hesitates, unwilling to let go of my peaks. I pushed him away, and nudge him out of sight, behind the door.Straightening up my evening dress, I dressed my hair, hoping the damage wasn't much, while my heartbeat thrummed within the walls of my chest. I pull the knob and stepped out with a straight face, expecting him to be there, instead I see one of his friends.“ Hey!”“ Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.”My heart skipped a beat, the relief I had felt only seconds before snapping back into anxiety. “ No!” I blurted before he could push the door open. “ I made a mess in there. I would hate for you to see it. There's another bathroom nearby.” I lied and motioned in the direction. He flashed a faint smile and strutted towards the direction. I inhaled and took a moment to pull myself together. Moments later, I joined the conversation on the comparison of Alexander's wealth and power to the president's, and all along, I insisted the president was greater. I alone.“ Why do I feel l

Eyes lingering in space, I kept quiet like I hadn't heard him. If I stutter, at a loss of an explanation, it will be the end of me. A man like Alexander will easily pick up the trail from there." Luthor, what time are you talking about?"He lifted his gaze at him and narrowed his eyes. " You chose a pesky woman for a wife." He gruffed, sulky, like he practically hates everything about me at the moment. "Sadly, she thinks winning me over will be instrumental to a closer bonding with you. I gave her a day to try. She failed..." He said and glanced at me, wearing a smirk. " She even had to lecture me about bringing a woman into the house."" Soon, I'm afraid there will be no space for me anywhere here, because your wife may dismiss me." He spoke maliciously. Alexander glanced at me, tapped his son on the shoulder and walked inside, ignoring me. As dusk descended completely, I crawled into bed and pulled the sheets over my body. Choosing quietness over drama, but not up to a minute lat

Breath caught in my throat, heartbeat pacing with expectancy, I lingered below his eye level, my eyes wandering up from his lips to his eyes at intervals.“ You are right. We should go.”I gulped loudly, feeling a burn in my chest. Like a stab of rejection I hadn't seen coming. Particularly, not from him.“What an idiot I have become?”With the way he said it, his tone and his choice of words suggest he has realized we shouldn't be doing this…we shouldn't be here, right now. While I could argue it's what I have reminded him every time he made a move on me, I feel stupid for succumbing to this wild desires and Luthor's unending move of seduction.“ Yes,” I supported his decision, with a shaky voice. An agreement I utilized to save my face. He smiles contentedly, and brushed his fast growing hair. Unlike when he returned, his hair have grown above the level the military permitted, but it looked more cropped by the day.It was noon when we got back home. While berating myself for the sli

“ How crazy can he be?” I queried myself at first. On one hand, I hadn't understood why a female lead in a movie would be my stunt double. Doesn't make sense!On the other hand, the comment about our resemblance had begun to sink in. I didn't notice, but my mind became a chaotic struggle between why he used someone that looks like me, and why I'm needed at all if he already had a replacement for me. But above all, I had begun to think about the deal: it can't be good.And it was confirmed. Crystal clear.“ I knew it!”Luthor wouldn't make me an offer if it would be easy to execute my part of the bargain. “ How could I be so stupid?!” I thought, and face palmed right after I had thrown the script at him. With the room full, and my presence unwelcomed, the action garnered more attention than a record breaking victory would. Eyes turned my way with a combination of disapproval, disdain and an unmistakable line of " get lost" boldly inscribed on foreheads that furrowed in fine annoyan

“ Stephanie Ross?!”The name reverberated in my ears. “ What is she doing here?” I spoke calmly, recognizing the glow of fear in her eyes. “ She wants to speak with you,” the maid replied, shakily. With the way her legs knocked around the knees, I suspected she wanted to bolt.“ Tell Miss Ross that I'll be with her in some minutes,” I replied after a brief pause, expecting her to zap the next second. She lingered. Unsure of what to say…or maybe, how to say it.“ It's alright. You can talk to me,” I spoke gently to her. Her eyes misted, turning into a gentle plea. “ If Mr. Lunar finds out she visited here again, I might end up in jail. Please…”“ I can't promise you that he won't find out, but when he does, I'll be ready to take responsibility,” I assured her.With that promise, I trudged downstairs moments later, weighing the possible reasons for her visit. Not too long after a brief exchange of casual pleasantries, she broke the ice.“ I'm begging you as a fellow lady. Please, h

(Hazel)I sat across the hospital bed, where Roman laid. The extra bed in the room feels out of place. It wasn't here the last time I came, and the same applies to Diana.She clicks her tongue, staring down at me. Her eyes are colored with disdain, but beneath it was something I hadn't noticed before.Uncertainty. Anxiety. It feels like she has changed overnight...or maybe, I was too occupied to notice her inner struggle.“ Even when your wedding is a few days away, you traipse back to your ex. Oh, poor Hazel!”I humphed, letting my mind soar across the torn we have had in our relationship since childhood. “ I'm not here for him,” I stated, matter-of-factly. I had come for her. Hearing about her release, I knew she would be here.“ You and I aren't so different. He locked you up for separating Christian from me, yet here you are…trying to mend a relationship that was never meant to exist in the first place.”She scoffs, running her fingers on his still hand. “ Unlike you, I still hav

(Dominic)My wedding is in a week. Hazel's pregnancy is formed into a bump, constantly reminding me that the baby inside her isn't mine. And now, I have to deal with insubordination.“ I want a name,” I commanded, maintaining a calm demeanor, moments after breaking the pool stick. “ It's either you give it to me now, or I'll beat it out of you.”It took a critical assessment of the footage to notice that something was amiss. The record of my grandma in the house had been deleted. Wiped off the records in a way that would indicate a fault in the system. It wasn't that alone.So much more has been going on under my nose, and I hadn't noticed.“ Shall we begin?” I queried, head tilted to the side. He appeared unfazed, just like I expected. That is loyalty…to whomever he had sworn it to, but I know just how to break it. Or shall I say, who?“ Barn, get me Piper!”His eyes shot up at me, twitching. Horror shrouded his face in a way that made me smirk. “ The Piper effect,” I gloated inwa

" I can't talk. Your phone is bugged."Echoes that refused to fade from my mind. Words that made my knees knock against each other. I didn't expect Dominic would stoop so low.My phone?Has he been monitoring my calls?Every call I have ever made since my arrival at his home replayed in my ears like a recorded call. I beat it off my mind and straightened up.At 5.30pm, he strode in, and met me waiting on the cushion before the door." Sit, Dom."His eyebrows arched, riddled with surprise. Aloof and indifferent to his dazed look, and the tilt of his head which inadvertently reminded me of whose house I am, I motioned to my side and got up to my feet." Did you bug my phone?"Flat out straight to the point, my hollowed-out heart felt emptier than it has ever been." Why would I do that?"he countered." Well, maybe because, for some reasons, you have had me under watch, including having Cody check the camera room downstairs for my interactions with your mother. Don't you dare lie to me!"

I carried his response like a stillborn in my bosom, mourning on my way home. Dominic is so sure that I'm not a Sullivan. How's he going to react when he learns that I'm the true born child of the man who killed his father and kidnapped his brother? I and my sister, Diana.The man whom he has loathed his entire life!How can fate be this cruel to me? What wrong did I ever do? What's my crime?Piper's words echoed again in my ears. “ He never wanted girls. He had bragged about how his first child would be a male. So, when you both came, he couldn't stand it. He gave you both away to his secretary at the time.”“He gave me away.”“He gave us away.”That was all I could think of. Even my birth father didn't want me. My birth mother couldn't stop him either. I chuckled, letting my tears run down in streams. “ It's unfair how everything turns out well for some, and is a labyrinth of disaster to others.”Thinking back to my childhood, my paternal ties stabbed my heart again. At least, Dia

Dusk has set, yet I haven't taken my heart off the incident. Wrapped in his arms in bed, I coughed to draw his attention.“ What would you do if I were a Sullivan?” I quizzed, listening to the beat of his heart.His breathing paused, and his heartbeat accelerated. My stomach twists. My heart lurches. Hot tears burn my iris. The silence widening like a gulf, determined to pull us apart from each other.I have my answer, but I can't seem to accept this reality.A second chance at love. I couldn't throw it all away over an assumption.“ You're not,” he deadpanned, his hands tightening around my stomach. It feels foreign, bereft of warmth and comfort.A sickly feeling permeates my membranes. Sitting in his arms, knowing that if the outcome was different, I wouldn't be here, changes it all.No more butterflies in the belly, or so much as a toe-curling romance. More or less, roommates.“ Take your mind off it. You can't possibly be. I have made inquiries…”It fell on my ears with a deafenin

From the moment he dropped the question, to the time my father had his men march me to the bride's room like a prisoner of war, bound in fetters, and shamed through the streets of men who couldn't wait for me to be pronounced guilty inorder to rip my clothes off me, my muscles contracted painfully, uncertainty dragging the reins of my helplessness. My heart lurched, a wave of shivers leaving me with a shuddering breath. Even my father didn't doubt my involvement. Almost like everyone wanted to get rid of me.It wasn't the death that scared me. It was the process which would be involved in proving my innocence that scared.I would have to drink her blood. The blood oath. The prove everyone is waiting for. “ Drink it all!” Damian scowled, eyes burning like molten lava. It hasn't changed since his arrival in the hall.I swallowed it all down to dregs, the metallic taste lingering on my tongue long after I had licked it off my lips. “ According to our traditions,” I said, with one hand

I felt a skip in my heartbeat. I glanced at my father wondering how he had agreed with something as ridiculous as this. I am to take the crown from his head and transfer it to Damian. What other way would they tell me to give him my crown myself. “ Let me get this straight. Something tells you all that I would go along with this preposterous plan? You wouldn't think that father. Certainly you must know I wouldn't bow to this nonsense.”“ Yes,” she replied. “ We knew. Which is why we made a second plan.”“ A second plan? Fine. Out with it! Tell me how you intend to cage me so that I can't raise my head or cough a word while carrying out your goal for global peace.”She chuckled softly. “ Why would you think that? Of course you know I wouldn't dare. Your mother's loyal men would sooner hang me in the cursed fields than have me hurt a hair of your head.”“ I'm glad you and I share that opinion. So, what do you have in store for me…stepmom?” I said, after fighting off the urge to call he

They could be getting wed and this is his own way of telling me ahead of time. I imagined her by his side and my chest tightened. I could not be with him openly, but she would. Even in private, he has grown distance…gone from my side to be with her. “ I knew you must have learnt about us. That alone would explain your attitude.”I waited for it to fall. For this weight on my chest to fall off with the confirmation of my suspicion. “ I never planned for it. The goddess had her own plans…”“ The goddess?” I shrieked in near horror. “ No…no…no. It can not be. Tell me this isn't true.” I cried.“ She's my fated mate.” He announced. My knees knocked and crumbled to the ground. “ It cannot be,” I mumbled, reality sinking into my muddled brain. Every pang I felt when I learnt about her, returned. Twice as worse. Hitting home like it could saw me in two. Getting the reins of my emotions, I got up from the grown, looking into space like whatever that had dared to offend me was across my pos

(Third person POV)On the wall, a tablet reads 30LC, with strokes marking and crossing months that had gone by in the Lycan Calender. Marked as 30LC. Daisies and roses adorn a flowery pot on each side of the room, its fresh scent perfuming the whole room. Seated on the dining, are the two royal bloodline since the first descent. And today, a marriage proposal has brought them to the same table. “ Damian,” the king called, and took the alpha prince aside. “ Your sister has been summoned but she will not appear. Our guests can not be kept waiting any longer, neither will I oblige her anymore. This would make the fifth marriage she is rejecting, and I will not have it.”“ I shall talk to her,” he replied coldly and exited into an adjoining corridor. Moments later, he arrived at her door. It's parted, just enough to let her pet through. He looked inside and met everywhere neatly set, but she's asleep.“ Lucy Delily. You can not sleep this long on a day like this,” he said, and tapped her

(Lucy)I don't know which one is more embarrassing. This young uncivil man, shredding the top of my dress in the midst of over fifty people scattered everywhere. Or the fact that guards are sweeping in like it's doomsday, inviting my eyes to feast on my half-naked cleavage.Good lord!Someone loped straight up to me, and threw a jacket over my shoulders, with the back of the jacket covering my chest. I mumble a thank you, sincerely grateful for the quick save.“ May I accompany you back to your quarters, ma'am?” He asked politely. The way he says it makes me question myself if I had run into him earlier. It comes back negative, and that is when my eyes roamed around until it settled some metres away, where a familiar figure radiates a hot rugged charm, with an aristocratic pose and demeanor that tugged at my heartstrings... momentarily...but that aura…it feels like I am looking straight at the angel of death.I glanced at his line of sight and met the young man who had torn my dress,

(Damian)I have been told about my five times of reincarnation, but the healers never identified the face of the woman. All they told me of was the tattoo. So when I found Lisa, I thought I had finally found her. The woman who has been destined to meet her end in my hands in every lifetime. A part of me wanted to correct the pattern, but something else works for it as well — having a pup. She's the only one that can carry my child. The five stars of reincarnation meant something to me. I couldn't fathom there could be another reason for her to have such a tattoo on, other than as a result of glimpsing into the past we both lived through together. But I was wrong. Maybe it wasn't a tattoo after all. Maybe Lisa had copied the real mark of the five stars from someone…it's true owner. I waited until she had finalized on the day of the time walk. The head healer excused herself and that's when I got up to meet her. “ By chance,” I droned, repeating the question in my head ever before th

Two weeks later, morning sickness hit home. With Mr. Li's funeral around the corner, I kept it to myself. Unsure of whether my guess is right.Last thing I want to do is raise Aaron's hope only to dash it into pieces. On the eve of the funeral, thunderstorm hit home like a rage of the sky. Lightening tearing through the heavens like an entirely different shot of its own. For brief seconds, it would draw a map over the face of the sky, blending with the background fit of the clouds like an art piece. With one of the bed sheets draped over my shoulders downwards, I peeped through a parting in the curtain. Aaron had ensured the windows were down before retiring to bed, but it did nothing to prevent my shuddering breath at every class.“ It's going to be wet tomorrow,” I muttered under my breath.“ Mm-hmmm.” Came an unexpected reply.“ You're up?”“ Yes. Felt your side and it was empty.”I dragged my feet, shambling towards him, while the sheets dogged my steps. “ Come here,” he said a

Sneaking out of the house, I dragged Aaron to the club where we met each other for the second time. I recall he had been drugged. “ Do you remember this?” I raised my left wrist to him, showing him the Rolex watch he had gifted me. He shakes his head. “ You still have this?”“ Yes, I still do.”“ Does that still work?”“ Yep!”“ Isn't it a little old?”“ Nope!” I maintained, running my hands around the edges. “ Don't you think you need a new one…”I cut in sharply, “ no, Aaron. I don't need a new one. I need this.”Softening a little, I took a deep breath and sighed. “ You told me I had the same birthday with your late little sister. It was also your first gift to me. Nothing can replace it. Nothing.”“ Sorry, Mrs. Devinsky…”I punched his belly quickly, before anyone could make sense of what he said. “ Forgive me. That was a slip.” He said, coughing. For a moment, I was worried I might have punched too hard. I take off his hood, and felt his face. “ I'm sorry. It must have hurt a

Olive and beige, I chose. Not to fit into the background or stand out, but to remain me. Rough winds greeted me when I stepped out of the car, whipping my curls against my face. The graduation gown responded to the wooing of the wind, swaying in every direction it called. Heels clicked on the marble walkway. Heavy footsteps fell with a thud that made my eyes follow the shoes. The scrap of metal in the distance fell in sync with the honks of excited parents and delighted guardians. This is not a matriculation.It is a convocation.But I couldn't have imagined I would be attending it alone.The end of a four-year journey. The end to beefs and feuds that had us second guessing ourselves. Of professors who would have you crawling to pass a course. Some who take gratification in kind. Some whose annoyance stems from your very existence. Some…some whose happiness only comes when you're sad, lonely, frustrated and depressed. And a few who need heirs that will fill their shoes when they're

(Nicki)It was stormy outside when her presence was announced. Maya and I shared a look. Her forehead wrinkled, and her lips twisted in displeasure. “ No way she is here because of the baby,” she summed. “ That's not like the vixen.”“ Careful now. She's a member of the Devinsky family. It's only proper for her to be here.” I countered. Knowing Maya's temper, nothing is going to stop her from striking a hurtful blow at Lisa if I so much as showed signs of support. I waited for her entrance, my eyes lingering on the door with mixed feelings. It's been awhile since we saw each other. “ What's keeping her outside?” I muttered, more to myself than to Maya whose attention had reverted on the yarn. She wants to make a cap for little Aaron.She scrunched her nose, glanced at the door, and shrugged. “ She might have bumped into Mr. Devinsky on her way, and chose a different mission.” She taunted, avoiding my gaze.I fight the urge to confirm what she had just said. I trust Aaron. He wouldn'

“ You wanted to talk. I would advise that you make it quick.” Aaron snapped, hands dipped in his pocket.Michael chuckled dryly. Unlike him, there was no trace of mirth or amusement in his voice. “ My guess is that you blame me for drawing you away from her before the flatline.”“ I'm not here to assign faults or act righteous. I want to get back to my family. That is all, and the faster you speak, the best for all of us.”Micheal looked across Aaron's shoulder to the door they had exited moments before, a rattling silence settled in his heart, and in its company, was memory.Of the love he once had. A love like this.“ I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he started off, after a long pause, but Aaron came at him mercilessly.“ You don't seem to have anything order than two wrong feet and your grumpy heart. Don't patronize me, Micheal. You and I are not friends, and we cannot be friends. But if there's something these past few weeks have taught me, it is this: you don't get to decid

Third person POV)He sped towards the door like a mad boar, and skidded to a halt when one of the male nurses rushed out and barred his way. “ It's best you stay outside for now…”“ No…no…I shouldn't have left her side. No…Nicki, please…I'm still here…”“ Please, Mr. Devinsky. Let us do our job.”Eyebrows raised, muscles contracting with sharp piercing pain, he scowled. “ Which part of what I said wasn't clear? That's my wife in there!” He thundered, about to push the nurse away, but the doctor on glasses showed up in time to stop him.“ You brought her to me. I need you to trust me with her life. I have never lost a single mother under my watch and by God, I am not about to lose the sweetest of them all. She will hold her child. She will…now get out of my ER so I can work.”He stepped backwards until he bumped into Michael. Making no attempt to apologize, his knees knocked and crumbled. He cupped his face, down on both knees, with his soaked clothes clinging to his body like a secon