Novelas de Zina

For days I had been planning how to get that information from Axel, and today, finally, I felt ready—or so I thought.I arrived at his office before he did. I perched on his desk, legs dangling nervously, my breathing the only sound in the room. I wore one of the dresses he had bought me in Frankfurt. Funny thing: I only ever wore it for Axel, as if he already knew it would be like this.Then I heard footsteps and the door open. I almost screamed: Michael, one of the investors we'd met in Frankfurt, entered, Axel just behind him.I jumped off the desk immediately, my face burning. I felt exposed in that dress under four pairs of eyes. Michael cleared his throat, visibly impressed. Axel… was furious. He didn't show it outright, but I could see it in his gaze."I'll go," I said with my cheeks burning.I bolted from the office and ran to the bathroom to change. Of course, I had brought a spare outfit—I had thought of everything except Axel walking in with someone. Damn it.I returned to

Francesco's words had been echoing in my head for at least two hours: "I hate him because he made me hate myself."What scared me most was how perfectly I understood him. Axel had pushed me to do things I shouldn't, to cross lines I wasn't proud of. And what made me angriest was that I would do them again—because with Axel, the emotions went far beyond simple desire. I wasn't special. Axel played the same game with anyone who crossed his path. I had fooled myself into thinking I was different, or at least that I wouldn't fall for it.I ran a hand over my neck, feeling heat rise through me, and decided to pull my hair back into a low ponytail. Axel arrived late in the afternoon, just as I was finishing up at work. He passed my desk without a word and headed straight to his office. I tried not to let it bother me, even though a part of me felt like it was breaking. I followed him."What is it, Crystal?" His tone was tired, almost exhausted. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, w

That night I didn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I slipped into nightmares. It hadn't happened in years, but ever since Axel mentioned my parents, everything inside me felt frozen in place.I had left home at sixteen, raised in a family that was, at best, deeply toxic. I ran away to start over, to bury the trauma and build something new. But with a single sentence, Axel had dragged it all back to the surface. And suddenly I felt ten years old again—terrified.I wanted to call Greta, but it was late, so I made myself a herbal tea instead. It did nothing. Within minutes my heart began racing, my breath turning shallow and uneven. I tried to sit down and calm myself, but it felt as though someone was choking me. I couldn't breathe; holding on to what little air I had felt impossible. Tears streamed down my face, one after another, until I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking uncontrollably.Time blurred. I reached for my phone and dialed Greta, but she didn't answer. In the end

I couldn't get the previous night out of my head. Axel was the only man capable of making me feel that way. Now, sitting on my couch at home, I felt hollow.I had turned off my phone because I knew Greta would call; the entire city knew that day was the wedding of the great Alex Valenti. I, however, wanted to stop existing just for that one day.I felt foolish for ever thinking I could play Axel's game. In the end, I had lost. I wouldn't have admitted it a few days ago, but now I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I was falling in love.I dragged a hand over my face in frustration. How would he act on Monday? Or maybe he wouldn't even be there. Maybe they would already be on their honeymoon.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts."Open up or I'll break it down!" It was Greta. For a split second, I thought… it was him.I was delusional.I didn't open the door. "Gre, go home. I need to be alone.""I'm not leaving you alone. I'll sleep out here if I have to."I sighed. "I'm not gre

Axel stood in front of me, naked, in all his raw beauty. Tattoos crossed his chest, trailing down his stomach and along his arms like ink carved directly into his skin. I couldn't look away. The longer I watched him, the more something inside me began to give in.He stepped closer, a tie in his hand.Before I could ask what he was doing, he lifted my arms above my head and bound my wrists to the headboard."What are you doing?"The smile that curved his lips wasn't gentle. It was hungry. "I want you exactly like this."My chest rose sharply as I searched for air. I couldn't believe that this man—so controlled, so unreadable—had just brought me to the edge and was now looking at me as if I were something to claim completely.He moved around the bed without haste, studying me. Not just my body. My reactions."I've imagined you like this since the first day."I bit my lip, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze.He stopped between my legs. His cock brushed my lady part without ful

The car stopped in front of the villa, punctual as everything Axel organized. I stepped out, smoothing my light blue dress. When I looked up, he was already standing in the doorway. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt and black trousers that fell loosely over his frame.As I approached, he said nothing. He studied me—every step, every breath. Only when I was a few meters away did he step aside."Axel.""You're wearing the blue dress." His voice was low, controlled."I don't get many chances to wear it."The door closed behind us with a solid sound. I suddenly felt cut off from the rest of the world.In the living room, he came up behind me and, without asking, slipped my coat off my shoulders. His fingers brushed my bare skin for a second too long."I see," he murmured.He left with my coat and returned with two glasses."White or red?""Red."He gave me a brief look, as if that answer confirmed something. He poured the wine slowly, then handed me a glass. Our rims touched lightly."To