My Off-limits Professor... But He's Mine (MM Romance)
Adrian Vale is a 24-year-old young and strikingly charismatic English professor at Blackwood College. Despite his strict reputation in the classroom and his sharp intolerance for laziness, he remains one of the most admired lecturers on campus, with almost every female student secretly crushing on him. Yet behind his calm authority and flawless image, Adrian is fiercely private and completely uninterested in relationships.
Ryder, 21, is a third-year student at the same college and a rising hockey player known for his talent, arrogance, and troublemaking streak. He’s not a freshman anymore, and his confidence has only grown with time—along with his reputation for challenging authority whenever it suits him. To most people, Ryder is just another cocky athlete with too much freedom and not enough discipline.
Everything changes when Ryder and his friend make a reckless bet—one that challenges Ryder to break Professor Vale’s unshakable control, push him past his limits, and get under his skin in ways no student has ever managed before. Ryder and Professor Vale cross paths in a way neither of them can ignore. What begins as irritation, defiance, and constant clashes in and out of the classroom slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The tension between them is undeniable, blurring the line between hatred and desire.
But at Blackwood College, relationships between students and lecturers are strictly forbidden. One wrong move could destroy Adrian’s career and end Ryder’s future in hockey. Still, neither of them seems willing—or able—to walk away.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 73 ~ I WILL BE FINE ADRIAN'S POV The memories hit Adrian like a physical blow, the scent of cheap whiskey and stale sweat ghosting through the air of the car. He closes his eyes for a fraction of a second, and he is six years old again. Back then, the air always smelled of sawdust and soap when his father came home. He remembers the weight of being lifted onto strong shoulders, the scratch of stubble against his cheek, the deep, rumbling laugh that used to shake the walls of their small living room. It was a perfect, fragile illusion that shattered the moment the factory closed its gates. The shift wasn’t slow; it was an overnight erosion. His father lost his job, and the man who used to ruffle Adrian’s hair dissolved into a shadow that sat in the armchair, staring at the television until his eyes were red and raw. Then came the bottles. Adrian remembers the sound—the hollow clink of glass against the kitchen table, the heavy, uneven thud of boots on the floorboards. His mother tried, God, she trie
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 72 ~ KIDNAPPED RYDER'S POV The line goes dead. The silence that follows is deafening, a vacuum that sucks the air right out of Ryder’s lungs. He stares at the black screen, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Panic, cold and sharp, spikes in his gut. He reaches out, his hand trembling, and twists the knob on the stove. The gas flame dies with a soft click, leaving only the residual heat of the burner. Why me? The thought races through his mind, frantic and disjointed. Why call my number and not Adrian’s? Is this some twisted prank? His breath comes in short, shallow gasps. He has a thousand questions, but only one imperative: he needs to tell Adrian. Now. He turns towards the hallway, his feet heavy as lead, intending to head to the bedroom where Adrian was taking a nap. Before he takes a step, a heavy, insistent pounding rattles the front door. The sound vibrates through the floorboards, jolting him. Ryder freezes. He holds his breath, listening. The knocking comes aga
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 71 ~ DISASTER RYDER'S POV The steam thickens the air in the bathroom, clinging to the tiled walls and fogging the glass until the world outside the shower stall is nothing but a blur of gray. Adrian stands under the spray, the hot water hammering against his shoulders, rinsing away the stress of the day. The plan had been to check into a motel for the night, a desperate bid for privacy, but a text from Drake changed everything—Not coming home tonight. Now, the house is theirs, a sudden, empty playground. Ryder stands behind him, his large hands working a rich lather into Adrian’s hair. Ryder’s cock is half-hard, a heavy, heated presence pressing against the cleft of Adrian’s ass, but for now, his focus is entirely on the ritual of washing. His fingers massage Adrian’s scalp with firm, deliberate circles, working the shampoo into a thick foam that smells of sandalwood and vanilla. "You're tense," Ryder murmurs, his voice low and vibrating against Adrian’s back. Adrian grunts, tilting his
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 70 ~ ONE MORE ROUND Adrian crashes his mouth against Ryder’s, the impact hard enough to bruise, a desperate collision of teeth and lips. He presses his body flush against Ryder’s, eliminating every millimeter of space between them, seeking friction and heat in equal measure. Ryder groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Adrian’s lips, and his hands slide down to grip Adrian’s ass through the denim. He squeezes, pulling Adrian impossibly closer until their hips grind together. The kiss spirals, turning rough and wet. Adrian rubs himself against Ryder’s growing hardness, a frantic, needy motion that steals the air from his lungs. Ryder takes control, his tongue dominating Adrian’s mouth, one hand tangling in Adrian’s hair to angle his head deeper. Suddenly, Ryder pulls back, breaking the seal of their lips with a wet pop. Adrian chases the retreat, leaning forward on unsteady legs, his eyes glazed and lips swollen. Ryder chuckles, a dark, rasping sound. "Patient, baby." Adrian shakes
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: CHAPTER 69 ~ BE OKAY RYDER'S POV "So it was you." Ryder twists around, the movement stiff. William stands a few feet away, his chest heaving, eyes narrowed into slits of pure venom. He doesn’t wait for a denial. William lunges forward, his fist connecting solidly with Ryder’s cheekbone. The impact snaps Ryder’s head to the side, a bloom of instant heat radiating across his face. Before he can recover, William’s fingers claw into the fabric of Ryder’s shirt, yanking him forward. Ryder glances down at the white-knuckled grip distorting his collar, then looks up. They are eye to eye, perhaps Ryder an inch taller, but the rage pouring off William makes him seem larger. William shakes him, the fabric straining. "So it was you that posted that video," William spits, the words vibrating with aggression. Ryder lifts a hand to his mouth, his fingers coming away smeared with crimson. He stares at the blood for a heartbeat, then his gaze hardens. He grips William’s wrist, twisting with a sudden, brutal
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 68 ~ LONELY ADRIAN'S POV The new day breaks with a crisp, bright sunlight. Adrian parks his car in the college lot, humming a tune under his breath as he grabs his bag and heads toward the faculty building. He feels lighter than he has in months, a constant reminder of the watch on his wrist and the man who gave it to him. As he walks, he notices a group of students standing near the entrance. They look up as he approaches, their expressions twisting into something that looks suspiciously like disgust. They whisper to each other, glancing down at their phones before looking back at him with narrowed eyes. Adrian frowns slightly but brushes it off, assuming they are just typical college gossip. He keeps his head high, walking past them and entering the building. He makes his way to his office, ready to start the day, but as soon as he steps through the door, he freezes. Sitting behind his desk—or rather, standing looming over his desk—is the Head of the Faculty, Dean Thorne. Adrian has
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
Mein Tabu-Professor... Aber er gehört mir (M/M-Romanze)
Adrian Vale ist ein 24-jähriger, junger und ausgesprochen charismatischer Englischprofessor am Blackwood College. Trotz seines strengen Rufs im Hörsaal und seiner ausgeprägten Intoleranz gegenüber Faulheit zählt er zu den beliebtesten Dozenten auf dem Campus, und fast jede Studentin ist insgeheim in ihn verliebt. Doch hinter seiner ruhigen Autorität und seinem makellosen Image verbirgt sich ein äußerst verschlossener Adrian, der keinerlei Interesse an Beziehungen hat.
Ryder, 21, ist Student im dritten Studienjahr am selben College und ein aufstrebender Hockeyspieler, bekannt für sein Talent, seine Arroganz und seine Neigung zu Unruhestiftung. Er ist kein Erstsemester mehr, und sein Selbstvertrauen ist mit der Zeit nur noch gewachsen – ebenso wie sein Ruf, Autoritäten infrage zu stellen, wann immer es ihm passt. Für die meisten ist Ryder einfach nur ein weiterer überheblicher Sportler mit zu viel Freiheit und zu wenig Disziplin. Alles ändert sich, als Ryder und sein Freund eine waghalsige Wette abschließen – eine Wette, die Ryder herausfordert, Professor Vales unerschütterliche Kontrolle zu brechen, ihn über seine Grenzen hinaus zu treiben und ihn auf eine Weise zu berühren, wie es noch keinem Studenten gelungen ist. Ryder und Professor Vale begegnen sich auf eine Weise, die keiner von ihnen ignorieren kann. Was mit Irritation, Trotz und ständigen Auseinandersetzungen innerhalb und außerhalb des Hörsaals beginnt, entwickelt sich langsam zu etwas weitaus Gefährlicherem. Die Spannung zwischen ihnen ist unübersehbar und verwischt die Grenze zwischen Hass und Verlangen.
Doch am Blackwood College sind Beziehungen zwischen Studenten und Dozenten strengstens verboten. Ein falscher Schritt könnte Adrians Karriere zerstören und Ryders Zukunft im Eishockey beenden. Dennoch scheint keiner von beiden bereit – oder in der Lage –, sich davon zu trennen.
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Chapter: KAPITEL 51 ~ DIE VERGANGENHEIT ZWISCHEN UNSADRIANS PERSPEKTIVE Drei Tage der Stille liegen schwer und erstickend wie Frischhaltefolie über einer Leiche in der Wohnung. Adrian bewegt sich wie ein Geist durch die Räume; die Routine, Arbeiten zu korrigieren und vor gelangweilten Studenten Vorlesungen zu halten, ist das Einzige, was ihn noch an die Realität bindet. Seit jener Nacht hat er Ryder nicht mehr gesehen, nicht mehr das tiefe, raue Flüstern seiner Stimme gehört oder die Wärme seines Körpers gespürt. Mayas Drohungen haben sich in Luft aufgelöst; ihr Schweigen gleicht dem von Ryder. Es spielt keine Rolle. Das sagt er sich immer wieder, während er sich ein weiteres einsames Abendessen in der Mikrowelle warm macht. Mit einem Studenten zu schlafen war ein Fehler, ein Urteilsfehler, der sich damals süß anfühlte, aber ein fauliges Gefühl in seinem Inneren hinterließ. Es war eine Gelegenheit, das Band zu kappen, die Verbindung zu lösen, bevor er sich zu sehr emotional binden konnte. Allein ist er besser dran. Sicherer. Die Ga
Last Updated: 2026-09-02
Chapter: KAPITEL 50 ~ REGEN, WUT UND REUE.RYDERS PERSPEKTIVE Der Regen fällt in Strömen herab – ein unerbittlicher, hämmernder grauer Vorhang, der die Welt in einen verschwommenen Mix aus Straßenlaternen und nassem Asphalt verwandelt. Ryder steht auf dem Gehweg vor Adrians Wohnkomplex; Wasser tropft von seiner Nasenspitze und durchnässt den Kragen seiner Jacke. Er wirft erneut einen Blick auf sein Handy. Das Display leuchtet grell in der Dunkelheit auf: 22:14 Uhr. Adrian hatte gesagt, er solle um neun Uhr hier sein. Mehr als eine Stunde ist im strömenden Regen verstrichen, ohne eine einzige Nachricht, ohne Anruf – nichts als das Freizeichen, das endlos in seinem Ohr dröhnt, bevor die Mailbox rangeht. Ryder steckt das Handy zurück in die Tasche, die Kiefer fest zusammengepresst. Die Sorge in seiner Brust fühlt sich an wie ein kalter, schwerer Stein. Er hat inzwischen fünfmal angerufen. Keine Antwort. In seinem Kopf rasen die Möglichkeiten durch: ein Unfall auf der Straße, ein Zwischenfall im Büro, vielleicht hat er sich tr
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: KAPITEL 49 ~ AUSGETRICKSTADRIANS PERSPEKTIVE Die schwere Eichentür von Adrians Stadthaus fällt mit einem Klicken ins Schloss; das Geräusch hallt im stillen Flur wider. Seit zwei Wochen bestimmt dieser Rhythmus sein Dasein: Ryder schlüpft herein, die Kleidung schon halb aufgeknöpft, die Luft zwischen ihnen schwer von dem Versprechen auf einen rauen, verzweifelten Fick. Doch in letzter Zeit ist dieses Muster aufgebrochen. Ryder kommt zwar immer noch, aber er erscheint in Schichten gehüllt – eine schwarze OP-Maske verdeckt die untere Hälfte seines Gesichts, die Kapuze seines Hoodies ist tief in die Stirn gezogen. Er wirkt wie ein Krimineller, der sich vor einer Überwachungskamera versteckt, nicht wie ein Liebhaber, der sich ins Bett eines Professors schleicht. Adrian beobachtet ihn vom Sofa aus, bemerkt die Anspannung in Ryders Schultern und die Art, wie er Distanz wahrt, bis das körperliche Verlangen die Oberhand gewinnt. Er möchte ihm die Maske vom Gesicht reißen und eine Erklärung verlangen, doch die Angst,
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: KAPITEL 48 ~ NUR EIN PROFESSOR?ADRIANS PERSPEKTIVE Im Hörsaal herrscht ein leises Gemurmel; Studenten rascheln mit Papieren und lassen ihre Kugelschreiber klicken, doch Adrians Blick ist auf einen ganz bestimmten leeren Platz in der dritten Reihe gerichtet. Ryders Stuhl ist verwaist. Ein scharfes, deutliches Gefühl der Erleichterung durchströmt Adrians Brust und löst den Knoten aus Anspannung, der sich dort seit dem Geständnis am Vortag festgesetzt hatte. Die Erinnerung an Ryders Lippen, das raue Kratzen seiner Stoppeln auf Adrians Kinn und die verzweifelte Art, wie sie im Hotel an der Kleidung des anderen gezerrt hatten, lassen Adrians Schwanz in seiner Anzughose noch immer zucken. Es ist gefährlich – ein Professor, der seinen Studenten fickt –, doch der Reiz daran ist eine Droge, auf die Adrian nicht verzichten will. Er hatte Ryder die Grenzen klar aufgezeigt: Niemand darf davon erfahren. Sollte die Universitätsleitung Wind davon bekommen, wäre Adrian erledigt; doch beim Anblick des leeren Stuhls wird ihm klar
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: KAPITEL 47 ~ ERPRESSUNGRYDERS PERSPEKTIVE Das blaue Licht des Smartphone-Displays durchbricht das Dämmerlicht in Ryders Schlafzimmer und beleuchtet das breite, verliebte Grinsen auf seinem Gesicht. Er liegt ausgestreckt auf seiner Bettdecke, die Beine bewegen sich träge auf der Matratze, während seine Daumen über das Glas flitzen. Ein Benachrichtigungston erklingt – ein leises, markantes Klingeln, das einen elektrischen Stoß direkt in seine Leistengegend schickt. *Vermisse diesen knackigen Arsch jetzt schon. Muss ständig daran denken, wie du ausgesehen hast, als du meinen Schwanz im Badezimmer genommen hast. ~ R* Ryder liest die Worte, und ihm stockt der Atem. Die Erinnerung trifft ihn mit physischer Wucht – der Dampf der Dusche, der die Spiegel beschlägt; das feuchte, klatschende Geräusch von Haut auf Haut; und die Art, wie sich Adrians Finger so fest in seinen Rücken gruben, dass sie blaue Flecken hinterließen, während er ihn gegen die geflieste Wand stieß. Es war ungezügelt und wild gewesen – der b
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: KAPITEL 46 ~ KITTY******************** Ryder positioniert sich; der breite, aufgefächerte Kopf seines dicken Schwanzes drängt sich beharrlich gegen Adrians bebenden Eingang. Er wartet nicht darauf, dass Adrian sich anpasst, und gönnt ihm nicht die Rücksichtnahme einer langsamen Dehnung. Er stößt zu und versenkt sich bis zum Anschlag in Adrians enger, sich fest zusammenziehender Hitze – ein einziger, scharfer und kraftvoller Stoß, der die Luft aus dem Raum zu rauben scheint. Adrian schreit auf; ein rauer Laut reißt sich aus seiner Kehle, während sich sein Rücken heftig von der Wand wölbt. Seine Fingernägel krallen sich in den Putz und hinterlassen flache Furchen, während er vollkommen ausgefüllt und bis an die absolute Grenze gedehnt wird von Ryders gewaltigem Umfang. Ryder hält ihn fest, fixiert ihn auf seinem Schwanz aufgespießt und beginnt sich zu bewegen. Er gibt einen Rhythmus vor, der ebenso unerbittlich wie berauschend ist: Er zieht sich fast bis zur Eichel zurück, nur um dann mit Wucht wiede
Last Updated: 2026-08-19
Bound to the Alpha Who Ruined Me ( MM Romance)
In the Crescent Moon Pack, omegas were not blessed—they were cursed.
For generations, omegas had been abused, sold, or forced into servitude. Their existence was considered a stain upon the pack's honor. Any omega discovered was either used until they broke or disappeared without a trace.
Aiden had lived his entire life as a secret.
Born an omega, he survived only because of his parents' love. His mother, the pack healer, carefully concealed his scent with rare herbs and medicines. His father, the Beta of the pack, used his authority to keep suspicious eyes away from his son.
To the rest of the pack, Aiden was nothing more than a quiet beta.
But secrets never stayed buried forever.
One fateful night, Aiden's father stole an ancient relic from the Alpha's vault—a relic powerful enough to destroy the entire pack if it fell into the wrong hands. His reasons remained unknown, but the theft sparked chaos, betrayal, and bloodshed.
As enemies closed in and the pack teetered on the edge of ruin, Aiden's carefully protected life shattered.
Far beyond the Crescent Moon territory ruled King Damien.
A warrior feared across kingdoms, Damien was known for his ruthlessness. He had conquered countless lands, led brutal wars, and left a trail of broken enemies in his wake. To most, he was a monster wearing a king's crown.
When fate placed Aiden in Damien's path, the omega became nothing more than a prisoner in the king's eyes.
Yet the more Damien learned about the quiet young man hiding behind fear and secrets, the harder it became to ignore the strange pull between them.
What began as captivity would become something neither of them expected.
And perhaps, something powerful enough to change their world forever.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 41 ******************** Aiden stares, the breath locking in his throat so hard his lungs burn. The shock is a physical blow, a violent jolt that rattles his teeth and snaps his head back. It’s the specific, cold horror of seeing a ghost walk out of the grave—the dissonance between his eyes, which see Lance standing there solid and warm, and his brain, which still holds the memory of Lance’s chest going still, of the light leaving his eyes. The world tilts on its axis. "Lance?" The name scrapes out of Aiden’s throat, a ragged whisper of sound. He squints against the dim light, waiting for the image to flicker and vanish, waiting for the fever dreams of the dungeon to reclaim him. "Lance... is that you? Am I... am I hallucinating again?" Lance’s lips curve, the expression softening the harsh lines of his face, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes with joy; it’s heavy with a desperate kind of relief. He takes a step forward, his hand extending as if to touch Aiden, to bridge the gap
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: CHAPTER 40 ******************* Boots slam against the stone flags, a rhythmic, thunderous beat that echoes violently off the damp walls. King Damien doesn’t slow, his cloak billowing behind him like a storm cloud. The air in the corridor is stale, thick with the smell of mildew and old fear, but he ignores it, his lungs burning with the rush of his own exertion. Behind him, the scramble of armored feet is chaotic—guards shouting to one another, their confusion palpable as they struggle to keep pace with their sovereign. They have no idea why the King is running toward the dungeons like the hounds of hell are snapping at his heels, but they dare not question him. They follow, their hands white-knuckled on the hilts of their swords, expecting an assassination attempt or a riot. Instead, they find silence. Damien skids to a halt in front of the last cell, the iron door standing wide open. It gapes like a mouth that has swallowed its prey. The torchlight from the corridor spills into the sma
Last Updated: 2026-08-04
Chapter: CHAPTER 39 ******************* The heavy iron door groans, a sound like a dying beast, before clicking shut with a finality that seems to suck the air from the corridor. King Damien stands alone in the damp chill of the dungeon, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows against the slime-slicked stone. He dismisses his guards at the top of the stairs, a rare impulse driving him down into the bowels of his own castle without an escort. The air here is thick, smelling of mold, rust, and the copper tang of old blood. He approaches the last cell, the one that has been Aiden’s cage for days. The small, barred window in the heavy oak door reveals a sliver of the interior. Damien unlocks it, the metal key turning smoothly in the mechanism, and pushes the door open. The hinges are well-oiled, silent as a thief. Stepping inside, the cold hits him instantly, seeping through the heavy velvet of his cloak. His eyes immediately find the figure curled on the bare floor. Aiden looks small,
Last Updated: 2026-08-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 38 ************** Time dissolves into a blur of agony and damp stone. Days bleed into one another, marked only by the rhythmic cruelty of the guards. They drag Aiden from the darkness of his cell, their hands rough and invasive, hauling him to the interrogation room where the air smells of old copper and fear. The question is always the same, a broken record skipping in the silence. "Who sent you, you filthy traitor?" Aiden hangs from the shackles, his wrists raw and weeping, his body trembling with exhaustion. "I don't know," he gasps, his voice cracking. "I don't know anything." They don't believe him. They never do. The lash whistles through the air, biting into his skin, or the electricity crackles against his flesh, forcing screams from his throat that he doesn't recognize as his own. They break him, over and over, until he is a heap of shivering meat on the floor, until he can barely remember his own name, let alone a conspiracy. Then they throw him back into the cell, the
Last Updated: 2026-07-29
Chapter: CHAPTER 37 ************* The heavy iron door groans open, revealing a chamber that smells of rusted iron and dried despair. The air is colder here, stagnant and heavy with the phantom scent of agony. Before Aiden can orient himself, the guards release their grip on his arms. He crumples, his knees hitting the stone floor with a sickening crunch. Pain shoots up his shins, sharp and immediate. He gasps, trying to push himself up, his trembling palms scraping against the gritty, damp ground. A heavy boot collides with his shoulder, flipping him onto his back. Before he can scramble away, the sole of that boot presses down on the side of his face, grinding his cheek into the filth. "Stay down, you worthless piece of shit," the guard sneers, his voice echoing off the wet walls. Aiden struggles, his hands clawing at the guard's ankle, trying to pry the heavy leather away. The pressure increases, crushing his head against the unforgiving floor. Spots dance in his vision. He can smell the mud c
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 36 ****************** Darkness presses against Aiden’s eyelids like a physical weight, a suffocating blanket of black that smells of mildew, rust, and the copper tang of old blood. He huddles in the corner of the cell, his knees pulled tight to his chest, arms wrapped around his shins in a futile attempt to preserve body heat. The stone floor beneath him is a slab of ice, leeching the warmth from his skin through the thin, torn fabric of his trousers. Every shallow breath sends a sharp spike of pain through his ribs, a reminder of the brutal impact with the ground, but the throbbing agony in his left arm is a relentless, pounding drum. He buries his face in his knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The tears are hot and fast, tracking paths through the grime and blood caked on his cheeks. The scene plays out behind his closed eyes in an endless, torturous loop. The flash of silver. The warm spray of blood across his face. The look in Wayne’s eyes—not just anger, but a shattere
Last Updated: 2026-07-23
Forbidden: Craving My Mother's Husband
⚠️ 18+ WARNING ⚠️
This novel is intended for mature readers (18+) only.
"Look at you," Tristan murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "You’re starving for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy little girl."
He tugs on the belt, using it like a leash to urge me forward. "Be a good girl and suck me off."
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She entered her mother's mansion as an unwanted daughter, believing she'd only have to endure the cold stares and cruel words. She never expected to leave her heart in the hands of her stepfather—a man she could never have, yet the only one who ever made her feel like she belonged. But in a house built on secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desires, loving him may cost them everything.
After years of watching her father battle cancer, Anastasia loses the only parent who ever truly loved her. Forced to abandon her education to help pay his overwhelming medical bills, she is left with nothing but grief, debt, and a home she can no longer afford.
On the day of his funeral, the woman who abandoned them years ago returns. Dressed in luxury and now with a billionaire man, her mother acts as though she never walked away. With nowhere else to go, Anastasia reluctantly follows the woman she swore she'd never forgive, unaware that accepting her mother's offer will change her life forever.
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Chapter: 021 The air smells like stale beer and bad intentions, the kind of stench that sticks to the back of your throat. The leader of the three thugs is leering at me, his mouth moving, but I don’t hear the specific words over the thrum of blood rushing in my ears. I’m calculating the angle of my knee to his groin when a shadow detaches itself from the gloom behind him. A massive wooden plank comes out of nowhere, swinging with the force of a wrecking ball. It connects with the leader’s skull with a sickening, wet thud—a sound like a melon shattering on concrete. He drops instantly, a sack of wet cement hitting the pavement, his eyes rolling back in his head before he even settles. The other two scramble backward, their shouts sharp and panicked, tripping over their own feet. I stare past them, trying to make sense of the figure standing in the swirling dust. It’s chaos. The man moves fast, a blur of violence, but he keeps his body angled away from me, shielding his face. Because his back
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: 020 The sound tears from my throat before I can stop it, a sharp, jagged gasp that echoes in the sudden silence of my room. My thumb fumbles frantically over the screen, mashing the end call button until the glowing display goes black. I stare at the device, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, then slowly lift my gaze. He stands in the doorway, a silhouette of sharp lines and expensive fabric. Tristan takes a step forward, the leather of his shoes silent on the plush carpet, invading my sanctuary. The air shifts, heavy and suffocating, as he crosses the threshold. "What the hell are you doing here?" I manage to stammer, my voice shaking despite my best effort to sound steady. I look up at him, craning my neck to meet his eyes. He’s tall, imposing, a wall of muscle and arrogance that fills the small space. Tristan doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes drag over me, a slow, deliberate perusal of my body that makes my skin prickle with heat. He stares at Anastasia—
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: 019 Three sharp raps against the heavy wood of the door drag me out of a sleep so deep it feels like anesthesia. I groan, the sound vibrating in my chest, and blindly fumble for the phone on the nightstand. The screen blares 7:00 a.m. in harsh white light. "Who is it?" I croak, my voice thick and dry. "Mrs. Sinclair requested your presence downstairs for breakfast, Miss," a muffled voice calls from the hallway. The maid. I don't even know her name yet. "I'll be there," I manage to mumble before the silence returns. I push the duvet away and sit up, stretching my arms high above my head. My spine pops in three places, a satisfying chain reaction. I yawn, my jaw cracking, and run a hand through my hair—it’s a tangled, rough bird's nest on top of my head. God, this bed is ridiculous. The mattress swallows me whole, the Egyptian cotton sheets are softer than a cloud, and for the first time in months, I didn’t wake up with a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I slept like the dead. The
Last Updated: 2026-08-21
Chapter: 018 I follow Valeria into the main hall, the maid scurrying behind us. The interior is even more stunning than the exterior—high ceilings, marble floors, expensive art covering the walls. I grasp the banister of the staircase, taking it all in. Valeria turns to the maid. "The room Anastasia is staying in needs to be prepared immediately. Arrange her things. Anything she wants, you get it." The maid nods vigorously. Valeria turns to me, "I will be upstairs in my room. My husband will be back soon. Make yourself at home." With that, she sweeps up the stairs. The maid looks at me expectantly. "Is there anything you need me to bring you, Miss?" I force a smile. "I'm fine for now. You can go." She nods and disappears down a corridor. Left alone in the massive living room, my mind drifts back to the mysterious man my mother is married to. I tried to look him up on the plane, but I fell asleep. Curiosity gets the better of me now. I pull out my phone, but the screen is black. "Dead
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: 017 A sharp, rhythmic tapping against her shoulder blade pulls Anastasia from the heavy, suffocating dark of sleep. Her head snaps up, neck cracking, the disorientation of the plane cabin swimming into focus. A flight attendant stands over her, smile practiced and bright, informing her they have landed in Italy. Anastasia blinks, the grit of sleep crusting her eyes. She doesn't even remember drifting off. The last thing she recalls is the low hum of the engines and her mother, Valeria, sitting across from her, lips parted to say something about Anna’s father—a subject usually forbidden—before a ringtone sliced through the tension. Valeria had excused herself, leaving Anna alone with the hum and her own spiraling thoughts. Now, she stumbles out of the private jet, the Italian sun blasting her face like a physical weight. It’s a harsh, intrusive brightness that forces her to squint. A staff member gestures for her to follow, reaching out to take her heavy designer bag. She complies mech
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: 016 The morning light slams through the curtains like a physical blow, piercing my eyelids and dragging me out of a dreamless sleep. My head throbs with a rhythm that matches the pounding in my skull, a nasty reminder of exactly how much alcohol I poured into my system last night. I shift, feeling the weight of another body pressing against mine. Lila. She must have crashed here after I stumbled in last night. She’s still fully dressed, her makeup smudged on the pillowcase, looking like she collapsed the moment she hit the mattress. Before I can even process the hangover splitting my skull in two, hands are on my shoulders, shaking me. "Anastasia," Lila’s voice cuts through the fog. "Wake up. You need to start dressing." I spring up, the room spinning violently for a second before settling. "What time is it?" "Seven a.m.," she says, already moving around the room, gathering scattered clothes. I groan, a long, raw sound dragging from my throat, and slam my head back onto the pi
Last Updated: 2026-08-16
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