Chapter: Closed Space With My exI took a subtle step back, crossing my arms over my chest to keep my hands from trembling. "I'm just... managing expectations. I know how you get after long flights."Tyler took another step, closing the distance between us until he was standing mere inches away. I had to tilt my head back just to maintain eye contact. The clean, intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the faint musk of travel wrapped around me completely.A slow, devastating smirk spread across his lips. His dark eyes danced with absolute, unadulterated wicked intent as he looked down at me."I fully plan on getting to sleep early tonight," Tyler murmured, lifting a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The brief contact of his knuckles against my skin sent a violent shiver down my neck. "The only reason I would possibly stay awake... is if you happened to have some alternative plans for the both of us. Do you have plans for us tonight, Sarah?"My breath hitched. The air between us was so thic
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: Controlling The Rumours[SARAH]The flight from New York to Madrid was a nine-hour blur of high-altitude turbulence, endless cups of black coffee, and thick stacks of heavily redacted financial dossiers. By the time our black, armored town car finally glided to a halt in front of the sweeping, illuminated stone facade of the Hotel Ritz Madrid, the exhaustion was sitting deep and heavy in my bones.The warm, fragrant Spanish night air wrapped around us the second the chauffeur opened my door. It smelled faintly of citrus, old stone, and expensive exhaust. We were exactly twenty-four hours out from the board meeting. Twenty-four hours before Tyler dropped the guillotine on Miller’s career and assumed direct control of the European division. The stakes were astronomical, but as I stood on the cobblestone driveway and looked up at the towering, opulent hotel, the corporate espionage briefly faded into the background, completely overshadowed by the sheer, magnetic reality of the man standing beside me.Tyler look
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Chapter: Stand By Your Man"Yes, we," I nodded, looking between Rosa and Mae. "We leave on the private jet tomorrow night. The board meeting in Madrid is scheduled for Thursday morning. Tyler is going to blindside Miller with the audit documents in person, and we are going to assume direct control of the European expansion until a replacement is found."The kitchen fell completely silent for a long moment, save for the low hum of the massive refrigerators and the soft crackle of the wood-burning oven in the corner.Rosa picked up her mug of tea, taking a slow sip as she studied my face with an incredibly piercing, knowing gaze. A slow, deeply wicked smirk began to play at the corners of her mouth."Is it absolutely necessary for you to go?" Rosa asked, her voice dripping with sudden, playful skepticism.I frowned, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean? Of course it is. I'm a shareholder. I need to be present for the restructuring.""Uh-huh," Rosa hummed, leaning her chin on her hand. "But Tyler is
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Chapter: What Could Go Wrong In Spain?I was immediately greeted by the rich, savory aroma of roasting garlic and rosemary when I pushed the door open. Mae was standing at the massive marble island, her hands dusted with flour as she expertly kneaded a mound of fresh dough. Rosa was sitting on one of the tall velvet barstools, a steaming mug of tea cupped in her hands, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone.The moment the doors swung shut behind me, both women looked up."Well, look who it is," Rosa grinned, her dark eyes instantly lighting up with mischievous energy. She took one look at my tailored emerald suit and the lingering smirk on my face. "You look entirely too pleased with yourself for a woman who just spent the entire afternoon swimming with corporate sharks. Drink?""Wine, please. The biggest glass we own," I said, dropping my leather tote onto a vacant stool and sinking into the one beside it. I let out a long, dramatic sigh, kicking off my heels and letting my toes sink into the heated stone floor.Mae
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Chapter: Work Must Be DoneThe walk to the executive elevator felt like floating. I swiped my keycard, stepped into the glass-paneled cab, and pressed the button for the top floor. As the doors slid shut, cutting off the view of the lobby, a soft, genuine laugh finally escaped my lips. The universe had a remarkably brilliant sense of humor.The elevator shot upward, the numbers ticking past rapidly until it chimed softly at the executive penthouse level. The doors opened to a sprawling, silent floor covered in plush carpeting and surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline.Tyler’s secretary, Evelyn, looked up from her desk as I approached. Her face immediately broke into a warm, relieved smile."Good morning, Sarah!" Evelyn beamed, practically glowing at the sight of me. "It is so good to see you. Mr. Rider is in his office. He’s expecting you.""Good morning, Evelyn. Thank you," I smiled back, walking past her desk and pushing open the heavy mahogany double doors of Tyler’s corner
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Chapter: You Work For Me Now.[SARAH’S POV]I was too engrossed, mentally reviewing the talking points I needed to cover with Tyler on why my estate should supply him with the raw materials he would need to restart production. I wasn't paying attention to the staff behind the curved mahogany desk. As I adjusted the strap of my leather tote bag over my shoulder, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. I heard a sharp, exasperated sigh followed by the distinct sound of a stapler being slammed aggressively onto a desk."I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Brenda. The printer is blinking red, which obviously means it is broken. No, I am not going to open the tray. My nails were done yesterday, and I am not getting toner on my cuticles. Call IT."My footsteps faltered. I stopped dead in my tracks, my brain struggling to process the auditory input. I knew that voice. I had heard that voice scream at me across country club terraces and screech through the grand halls of the Rider estate f
Last Updated: 2026-07-04
My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession
Inés never wanted to be saved.
When her mother married a dying billionaire, it came with a price: living under the same roof as Miguel Alvarez, the cold, arrogant heir who treats her like she's dirt on his expensive shoes.
But her mother's new marriage isn't about love. It's about survival. Because back in their old life, they owe dangerous people dangerous money. And those people don't forget.
So every night while everyone thinks she's at the library, Inés dances under red lights at P-Valley, the city's most exclusive strip club. Behind a mask and a wig, she's not the boring stepsister. She's Red, untouchable, mysterious and free.
Until the night Miguel walks in.
He doesn't recognize her. But he can't stop watching and wanting her. At home, he ignores her. At the club, he's obsessed with her.
Inés knows she should run before he discovers the truth. But she doesn't because as much as she hates him, her body betrays her every time he's near.
But secrets buried in the dark always come to light. And when Miguel discovers that the girl he craves and the stepsister he despises are the same person, it won't just shatter them, it'll burn down everything they thought they knew.
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Chapter: EpilogueThree Weeks after the funeral. The reading of Carlos Mendoza’s will had been a cold, sterile affair conducted in a mahogany-row office that smelled of old paper and expensive hubris. The lawyer had droned on about diversified portfolios, offshore holdings, and the sprawling Alvarez estate—all of it left, in a final act of obsessive possession, to Inés. Carlos had tried to own her from beyond the grave, tethering her to his ghost with gold and titles. Inés had walked out of that office without signing a single acceptance form for herself. She didn’t want his mansion; she didn't want his blood-stained dividends. Instead, she moved with a quiet, lethal efficiency to dismantle his empire. Within fourteen days, the "Mendoza Legacy" was being liquidated. The funds didn't go to luxury cars or art collections. They flowed back into the cracked pavement of the slums where she had grown up. The money funded the Luz Marina Foundation, a sanctuary dedicated to taking young girls off the street
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Chapter: The Chase and The Fall of The Master Planner With a violent shove that sent one detective who had come into the bar, stumbling into the mahogany bar, Carlos bolted. He threw himself through the heavy glass doors, the momentum of his panic carrying him into the humid night air. "Carlos! Stop!" Miguel’s voice echoed off the buildings, raw and commanding, but it was useless. Carlos wasn't thinking about the law anymore. He wasn't thinking about blueprints or legacies. He was a man running from the shadow of a gold necklace and the ghost of a girl in Apartment 4B. He hit the sidewalk with a stumbling gait, his expensive leather soles skidding on the pavement. He looked left, then right, his eyes wide and bloodshot, reflecting the neon chaos of the street. He saw the alleyway across the boulevard—a dark throat that promised a temporary escape. Without looking at the flow of traffic, without calculating the velocity of the world around him, he made his final, fatal move.The sound was something no one in the crowd would ever forge
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Chapter: The TrapThe bar was a sleek, dimly lit cavern of polished chrome and dark leather, tucked away in a corner of the city where the wealthy went to disappear in plain sight. Carlos Mendoza sat in a corner booth, the amber light of a desk lamp casting sharp, angular shadows across his face. He looked impeccable. He had changed into a charcoal-grey suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his posture radiating the relaxed confidence of a man who had successfully navigated a minor inconvenience. When Inés arrived, she didn't hesitate. She walked through the crowd of socialites and businessmen, her eyes locked on the man who had turned her life into a structural nightmare. She sat opposite him, her back straight, her hands folded on the table. "You look well, Inés," Carlos said, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone. He took a slow sip of his wine, savoring the bouquet as if he didn't have a care in the world. "A bit pale, perhaps. The stress of the last few days is clearly taking its toll. It’s a
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Chapter: The BodyThe hallway of the apartment building smelled of stale tobacco and the slow rot of neglected dreams. It was a stark contrast to the sterilized luxury of the Alvarez estate or the perfumed chaos of P-Valley. Here, the air was stagnant, trapped in a narrow corridor where the wallpaper peeled like sunburnt skin. Miguel led the way, his hand resting instinctively on Inés’s arm, a silent anchor in the rising tide of their dread. Behind them, Uncle Clifford moved with a rare, somber quietude, the sequins of her robe no longer shimmering with joy, but clinking together like tiny, metallic teeth. They stopped at door 4B. There was no sound from within. No television hum, no rhythmic beat of music—just a heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to leak out from under the doorframe. And then, there was the smell. It was faint at first, a sweet, cloying heaviness that caught in the back of the throat, the unmistakable scent of a life that had been extinguished and left to the shadows. "Stay bac
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Chapter: The SearchThe neon light of P-Valley hit Inés’s face, turning her skin a pale, ghostly violet. They headed straight for the Throne... the elevated booth where Uncle Clifford usually presided over the chaos. Clifford was there, draped in a floor-length sequined robe that caught every stray beam of light, but her usual regal composure was frayed at the edges. She was nursing a drink, her eyes fixed on the entrance as if waiting for a ghost. When she saw Miguel and Inés, her expression shifted from concern to a well-practiced, weary nonchalance. "Well, if it isn't the royal family," Clifford said, her voice cutting through the bass like a jagged blade. "To what do I owe the pleasure? You here for a private show, or are you just looking for a place where the air-conditioning actually works?" Inés didn't stop until she was inches from the desk, leaning over it so Clifford couldn't look away. "Cut the act, Clifford. We aren't here for the show, and we aren't here for the drinks." Clifford arche
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Chapter: Wake Up, Luz! The neighborhood was quieter than usual, the type of silence that feels heavy with the humidity of a brewing storm. Carlos moved through the shadows of the alleyway with a practiced grace. He reached the door of Apartment 4B. This was his sanctuary—the one piece of the board he hadn't shared with the police, the lawyers, or the Alvarez family. He knocked the familiar rhythm: three slow beats, then two quick ones. There was a long pause. Then, the sound of the security chain sliding. The door opened a crack, and Luz peered out. When she saw him, her breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to close the door. "Carlos," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing here? The news... they said you were being questioned. They said you were... they said you were on the run." Carlos placed a palm against the door, preventing it from shutting. He gave her a smile that was too wide, too bright, and entirely hollow. "On the run? Don't believe everything the media tells yo
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Chapter: ~ The Jellyfish Wife ~I'm frozen in the entryway, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure he can hear it. "I was just—""Just what?" He doesn't move from his position by the window, but his stillness is more terrifying than any movement could be. "Having drinks with a colleague? With Edward Martinez?"How does he know Edward's full name? How does he know anything about tonight?"He's just a friend," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "A colleague from work.""A friend." Amiir repeats the word like it's something distasteful. "Since when do I allow you to have friends, Lara? Did I give you permission to make friends? Did I say you could go out drinking with strange men?"I feel anger flare through my fear. "Since when did you care about anything I do? You're never here. You're always out doing whatever—whoever—you want. But God forbid I have one drink with a coworker after the longest week of my life."The words are out before I can stop them, months of resentment spilling over."And besides," I
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Chapter: ~ Past Curfew ~[Lara's POV]"Did you just..." I stare at Edward, my heart still pounding from what just happened. "Did you just talk back to Amiir Blackwood?"Edward's calmly wiping coffee stains off my dress with paper towels, completely unbothered by the fact that he just committed what most people in this building would consider career suicide. Did he just defend me? The words come out as a whisper because no one has ever done that. Not since my parents died. Not once in this entire nightmare. "Edward, you don't understand what you've done—" "I understand perfectly." He tosses the stained towels in the trash and looks at me with those warm brown eyes that seem incapable of fear. "What I don't understand is how a gorgeous, intelligent woman like yourself ended up married to a man like that. It doesn't make any sense." "Nothing in my life makes sense anymore."The words slip out before I can stop them, and I immediately regret the vulnerability. But Edward just smiles—not with pity, but with so
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Chapter: ~ The New Hire ~It's been unusually quiet in the house lately.No tantrums from Lara, even when I've deliberately provoked her. Even her cooking has become shockingly edible after that salt disaster three weeks ago. It's as if she's finally accepted her fate, resigned herself to this marriage.And I can't stop waiting for the moment she'll finally crawl into my bed.We don't have all the time in the world. Every day that passes without her carrying my child is another day closer to them questioning the marriage's validity.But I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong.Lara's been glowing lately, and I know damn well I haven't contributed to that development in any way. I've checked the CCTV footage from the penthouse obsessively. Nothing unusual. She goes to the office, comes home, eats dinner in silence, locks herself in her bedroom.So where is this new lightness coming from? This brightness in her eyes that wasn't there before?... "Sir? Are you listening?"Cordelia's voice cuts through
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Chapter: ~ Clean Up The Mess ~ "Amiir, my man, you shouldn't be doing this. Please listen to me. I was forced, man. You know I would never go against you."I watch Michael squirm under the grip of my men, his face already swelling on one side, blood trickling from his split lip. He looks pathetic. They always do when the consequences finally catch up with them. "You knew the consequences of going against me," I say, my voice flat and cold. "But you agreed to it anyway. That means you're a big man, Michael. So now you should be able to handle a big man's punishment. Shut the hell up and take this spanking like the fucking man you claim to be."I spit to the side as my tobacco stick burns dangerously low between my fingers. Klein's call ripped me away from Henry's warmth barely an hour ago, dragged me from the one place where I can pretend to be human for a few stolen moments. Now I'm standing in this freezing warehouse in East London, watching a man I trusted betray me.And I am going to fully unleash every ounc
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Chapter: ~ Cans of Worms ~[Amiir's POV]I ring the bell for the third time, my patience wearing dangerously thin. My heart hammers against my ribs—not from fear, but from need. I've driven two hours through late evening traffic to get here, to the only place in London where I can breathe without the weight of a thousand expectations crushing my chest.Just as I lean forward to ring again, the door swings open.Henry stands there, shirtless and beautiful in the golden lamplight spilling from inside. My breath catches despite myself. But he's blocking the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, that stern look on his face that I've come to know too well. "You should be at home with your wife, Blackwood." His voice is cool, controlled. "What are you doing all the way out here in the Brooks, outside your safe city?"A small smile tugs at my lips. "I missed you too, Henry."I know this game. He does this angry-hurt routine whenever too much time passes between visits, and every single time, it's adorable in a way th
Last Updated: 2026-02-11
Chapter: ~ His Pathetic Little Prisoner ~My hand trembled on the doorknob to Amiir's room. I'd been standing in the hallway for ten minutes, working up the courage, the kitchen knife heavy in my other hand.I turned the knob slowly, grateful when it moved without sound. I slipped inside, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet.The room was dark except for moonlight filtering through the curtains. I could make out the shape of him in the bed, a large form under the duvet, completely still. Sleeping peacefully.My heart hammered so hard I was sure it would wake him. I forced myself to breathe slowly, quietly, as I crept across the room toward the bed.This was insane. But what choice did I have? I was the crazy and delusional wife after all. So now he's going to see what real crazy looks like.I reached the bedside, raising the knife with both hands. The blade caught a sliver of moonlight.Do it. Just do it quickly. I brought the knife down hard.The duvet gave way too easily. No resistance. No sound except fabric tearing.I
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