HIS MUSE, HIS MADNESS
This story contains mature themes, explicit romantic content, power imbalance, and emotionally intense situations. It is intended for readers 18+ ⚠️
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"What do you do when the man who ruined your life becomes the only thing you can't stop thinking about?"
It started with a slap and ended with my life in shambles.
The media painted me as the villain. My scholarship? Gone. My future? Shattered.
Now Thomas Knights—billionaire, music god—is a walking red flag, and the reason my life fell apart.
But his father? He is more brutal and has me backed into a corner.
He offered me a deal: become Thomas's personal assistant, and all my problems would disappear. But there's a catch; I need to spy on his son and report back to him.
Yet, their world is ruthless, glamorous, and full of secrets. And Thomas is a destructive taboo, a controlling menace, and completely untouchable. Worse, he sees straight through me.
And every day I'm with him, the line between duty and desire blurs. Every secret I learn pulls me deeper into his orbit.
The real question isn't whether I'll take the deal.
It's whether I'll survive what it demands of me.
This isn't a love story. It's a game of survival, obsession, and ruin. And I don't know who will go down first—him or me?
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTEEN- The visit |Ever|My heart races as I force a tight smile, walking away from the door to meet them.Thomas— my bastard boss, sitting across from my father on our fucking couch.It's supposed to be for family. For people I trust.Safe. Mine. Ours.I should have known he wouldn’t stop at my phone."I missed you at work today," Thomas' eyes bore into mine. He seems eerily calm— no, measured."You told me to take the day off," I tilt my head slightly as a quick, smug smile plays on my lips.The air between us feels crisp.And for a second, I catch a glimpse of anger in Thomas' eyes. "Ah," he nods, "it must have slipped my mind."My father chuckles. "Kids these days," he says fondly, shaking his head. "Always busy with one thing or the other."I force a laugh that feels like it tears something in my chest.But Thomas doesn't laugh. Instead, he studies the room. My eyes follow. His gaze drifts over the coffee table, a framed photo of me with braces in hig
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: CHAPTER TWELVE- The Test |Ever|Sunbeams creep through the cracks of the heavy drapery, dots narrowing on my face.Groaning, I slap the pillow over my face. I've been up all night, the elevator scene replaying on a loop—his voice, my body betraying me.I grit my teeth, already exhausted at the thought of facing him again.The faster I give his maniac father what he wants, the quicker I separate myself from their madness. But how? Time is running out. A week. That's all he gave me. The doorbell rings.And I drag my body off the bed, rubbing my eyes. Before I get to the door, my father is already there.He opens it, and the middle-aged housekeeper saunters in, her eyes lighting up brightly as they land on Dad. They linger, shifting the room from cozy to electrifying.I clear my throat, and my father jumps slightly, whirling around in his wheelchair to look at me. "Morning, sweetpea," he calls, a tiny discomfiture seeping from his voice."Good Morning, Dad, " I smil
Last Updated: 2026-01-24
Chapter: CHAPTER ELEVEN- The edge |Thomas|I am every shade of irritated.And if I could get away with a crime, fuck knows, that skank's life would be painted in the misery my mind is conjuring right now — in all fucking honesty.The thoughts of hurting her had ridden my soul, wiping away sleep from my eyes every night after the stunt she pulled with my coffee days ago.And her pride and stubbornness have also skyrocketed with the lack of consequences.I grit my teeth, my neck muscles cramping, and I instinctively rub it with my right palm. A knock rasps on the door."Yes?" I call.The doorknob turns, and Mark strolls in, a clean smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You'd better have a reason for showing me your rotten teeth," I say, picking up a cigar and placing it on my lips."Sir, I've got good news!"Mark squeals like a girl, and I wince in disgust. Since I had threatened to fire him and force him to pay his wife's debt, he had been doing everything to get in my good
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: CHAPTER TEN- The reject |Ever|For the umpteenth time, I cast a disgusted look around my office, then back to my desk.Oh! Things I ache to do to that bastard, Thomas! A devious smile curls on my lipsI try not to glance at the dusty towering cabinets of years-old files and cobwebs around me, but they aren't hard to miss. Sighing, I slide the stack of files to one side, open my laptop, and type hurriedly until a list of DIY videos about office decor pops up.If I need to survive working for Thomas, the least I can do is to make it worth my while. "How are you finding your new position as the executive personal assistant to the CEO?"A sharp female voice cuts through my thoughts, and I raise my head. "It's not that bad," I lie, a stiff smile playing on my lips.She nods, looking around for a second, until her eyes snap back on me."Oh, pardon my manners," she lets out a small laugh, "I'm Grace, Head of Media and Public Relations." Grace extends her hand, her smile s
Last Updated: 2026-01-15
Chapter: CHAPTER NINE- The Rules |Thomas|My bodyguards cut through the crowd ahead of me, forcing a path through microphones and flashing cameras."Thomas! Is it true Ever Jones is inside?""Are the allegations true?""Is this a settlement meeting?"The questions blur together, and I ignore them as the revolving doors slide shut behind me, muffling the chaos.Ever Jones is here— without my knowledge or permission.The elevator ride up feels longer than it should. My fingers curl into my palm as one thought repeats itself, sharp and infuriating.He did this, my father—that old bastard!Once the doors open, I head straight for the conference room where my board members stand to acknowledge my presence, but I ignore them and sit.Can someone care to explain why the—"I stop myself, jaw tightening."—Why is Ever Jones in this building today without my knowledge?"The room is silent for half a second.Then Harrington—the man with the second-largest shares—clears his throat and speaks
Last Updated: 2026-01-07
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHT- The deal |Ever|My body jolts against what seems to be a wall as pain shoots through my veins. "Send the signal," a hoarse voice commands, and my body tenses up, dragging me back into consciousness. I try to sit up, using my tied hands to feel my surroundings, and perk up my ears to hear any sudden movements. Where on Earth am I? Who are these people? Am I that hated enough around America to warrant this?Could these be the people who hurled the brick through my window? My ribs constrict around my heart, squeezing a pathetic groan from my throat.Dad will be worried sick if I don't get home sooner.Shit!My breath quakes.Wait... Dad! Did they go after him, too?My heart heats up against my chest as I wriggle my wrists between the knots around them, ignoring the burning sensation curling up my nerves. I need to get the fuck out of here."Sit still, or I'll do something to make you!"The hoarse voice seeps through the cloth over my head, fanning it
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
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