Chapter: Chapitre 7 : Une Fente dans la Cage[POV: HELEN]J'étais étirée et attachée à une structure géante en bois en forme de croix. Ma bouche était scellée, m'empêchant de crier. Face à moi, une silhouette immense et intimidante tenait un fouet qui fendait l'air dans un claquement assourdissant. Je ne parvenais pas à voir le visage de l'homme, mais sa force physique m'écrasait la poitrine. L'acier et le cuir volaient déjà en direction de ma peau nue...Je me suis réveillée dans un sursaut violent, le cœur battant à tout rompre e le corps trempé d'une sueur froide.Il m'a fallu quelques secondes désespérées pour comprendre que je n'étais pas attachée à cette croix, mais allongée sur le lit king-size de ma propre chambre. J'avais à peine réussi à fermer l'œil de toute la nuit. La terreur de la promesse de Damian Vance e le souvenir de cette pièce de torture au bout du couloir m'avaient maintenue dans un état d'alerte constant e épuisant. Je n'avais jamais vu de telles choses auparavant. La peur d'être détruite, de me faire arra
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Chapter: Chapitre 6 : Les Règles du Échiquier[POV: DAMIAN]Pour le reste du monde, je n'étais que le PDG impitoyable de Vance Global Holdings. Un milliardaire intouchable qui contrôlait les plus grands fonds d'investissement et les plus hauts gratte-ciels de Chicago. Mais la vérité derrière mon empire était bien plus sombre. Ma famille appartenait à une organisation criminelle d'élite, un syndicat qui opérait dans l'ombre de la haute société. J'avais l'argent, les connexions et la puissance brute nécessaires pour obtenir absolument tout ce que je voulais dans cette vie — y compris faire disparaître des gens de la carte sans laisser la moindre trace.Je me tenais dans mon dressing privé, ajustant la cravate de mon costume noir sur mesure. C'était le jour de mon mariage. Pour n'importe quel observateur extérieur, il s'agissait d'un mariage maudit, un arrangement forcé fondé sur une dette de sang. Mais pour moi, c'était l'exécution finale d'un plan que je tramais en secret depuis des années.Quand j'avais dix-huit ans, mon père, Ar
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Chapter: Chapitre 5 : Trêve de Trois Jours [POV: HELEN]Je ne portais plus qu'un ensemble de lingerie en dentelle blanche, sans bretelles, qui laissait presque toute ma peau à nu, soulignant les courbes généreuses de mes hanches et de ma taille. Damian a relâché une profonde inspiration, ses yeux bleus étincelant d'un désir agressif et dangereux. Il a lâché mes poignets, mais sa présence physique me maintenait clouée sur place.Il a levé la main et a commencé à cartographier sa nouvelle propriété. Ses doigts rudes ont glissé sur ma joue, descendant le long de mon cou et serrant ma chair avec force.— Cette bouche est à moi. Ce cou est à moi, a-t-il dicté d'une voix rauque, tandis que sa main descendait plus bas e s'étalait sur ma poitrine, pressant le volume lourd sous la dentelle blanche. — Ces seins sont à moi. Faits sur mesure pour mes mains.J'ai laissé échapper un faible sanglot, tremblant de la tête aux pieds. Sa main a poursuivi sa descente cruelle, s'étalant sur mon estomac, dessinant ma taille et glissant sur mes ha
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Chapter: Chapitre 4 : La Chambre RougePDV : HelenLe trajet vers ma nouvelle prison a été un désert de silence. Damian Vance n'a pas posé le moindre regard sur moi une seule fois tandis que la voiture blindée fendait les rues sombres et glaciales du centre-ville de Chicago. Il est resté sur le siège arrière, tapant sur son téléphone, l'expression aussi rigide qu'une pierre tombale. Je me suis recroquevillée contre la portière, sentant l'effet du champagne se manifester par un léger vertige qui ne faisait qu'empirer ma nausée.Lorsque le véhicule s'est enfin arrêté, nous n'étions pas devant un manoir de banlieue, mais face à l'un des gratte-ciels les plus imposants du centre-ville. Nous avons emprunté l'ascenseur privé menant directement au penthouse. Dès que les portes ont glissé, j'ai été accueillie par un empire de luxe minimaliste, fait de verre et de marbre sombre. Des employés en uniforme attendaient en rang, la tête basse. Personne n'osait fixer Damian dans les yeux.— Voici ta nouvelle maison, a dit sa voix grave,
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Chapter: Chapitre 3 : Au Bord de l'AbîmePDV : HelenLe reste de cette réception de mariage de la haute société n'a été qu'un flou confus de lumières et de voix fausses. Damian Vance m'a traînée à travers la luxueuse salle comme un trophée de chasse récent, m'exhibant devant des investisseurs et des hommes d'affaires dont je n'arrivais même pas à retenir les noms. Nous n'avons pas échangé un seul mot. Il a simplement gardé sa main ferme et possessive agrippée à ma taille, me rappelant à chaque seconde la promesse brutale qu'il m'avait chuchotée à l'oreille devant l'autel.Un nœud douloureux grandissait dans ma gorge, et mes larmes menaçaient de couler. J'avais besoin de respirer. J'ai demandé à m'éclipser d'une voix tremblante et je me suis enfuie en direction des toilettes des femmes, désespérée d'échapper aux flashs et au parfum étouffant de cette farce.Je me suis enfermée dans la pièce en marbre et je suis allée droit vers le lavabo. J'ai ouvert le robinet et j'ai jeté de l'eau glacée sur mon visage, tentant de contenir
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Chapter: Chapitre 2 : La Mauvaise MariéePDV : HelenChaque pas sur le tapis rouge de la cathédrale de Chicago semblait peser une tonne. L'air glacial de l'église me donnait la chair de poule sur les bras et la nuque, mais le pire était ce nœud dans mon ventre — une étreinte faite de pure panique. Sous mon épais voile de dentelle, j'ai tenté de contrôler ma respiration saccadée, ravalant le goût métallique du sang qui persistait dans ma bouche.Pourquoi Genna a-t-elle dû s'enfuir juste maintenant ? Pourquoi m'a-t-elle laissée derrière elle pour payer cette maudite dette ?Je comprenais son désespoir. Genna avait été élevée dans une bulle de verre, surveillée par des nounous et façonnée par mon père pour être le sacrifice parfait. Mais pas moi. J'ai me suis battue pour aller dans une école normale, je me suis fait des amis et j'ai économisé chaque centime sur un compte bancaire secret. J'avais dix-huit ans et un million de projets. Je devais commencer l'université le mois prochain, vivre, découvrir le monde. Au lieu de cela,
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CASAMENTO FORÇADO: REIVINDICADA PELO MAFIOSO BILIONÁRIO
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"Eu não assinei um contrato para me tornar sua esposa. Eu fui vendida para o homem que governa o submundo."
Helen achava que sua vida na faculdade de Administração era o único caminho para a liberdade. Ela só não esperava que o próprio pai usaria a sua existência como moeda de troca para quitar uma dívida de sangue com a máfia. Arrancada da sua rotina e trancada em uma cobertura de luxo em Chicago, ela se vê acorrentada a um casamento forçado com o homem mais temido e implacável da cidade.
Damian Vance não busca um romance. Ele é um mafioso bilionário, frio e obcecado pelo controle de tudo ao seu redor. Para ele, Helen era apenas uma garantia em um contrato de papel. No entanto, no segundo em que colocou os olhos sobre as curvas fartas, o olhar desafiador e a audácia daquela mulher, a razão deu lugar a uma obsessão doentia e incontrolável.
Presa em uma gaiola de ouro sob a vigilância constante dos homens dele, Helen tenta resistir à autoridade sufocante do seu novo marido. Mas quanto mais ela luta para manter a distância, mais o toque dominador e a proteção sombria de Damian a puxam para uma teia perigosa de desejo e rendição.
Ele prometeu ser o seu pior pesadelo, mas jurou destruir qualquer um que ousasse erguer os olhos para a sua esposa.
Em um jogo onde a posse é a única lei, será Helen capaz de sobreviver ao domínio do mafioso que a reivindicou como sua — ou acabará se entregando ao homem que jurou odiar?
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Chapter: CAP. 7 - A Fresta na GaiolaPOV/HELENEu estava esticada e amarrada numa estrutura gigante de madeira em forma de cruz. A minha boca estava selada, me impedindo de gritar. Na minha frente, uma silhueta enorme e intimidadora segurava um chicote que cortava o ar com um estalo ensurdecedor. Eu não conseguia ver o rosto do homem, mas a força física dele esmagava o meu peito. O aço e o couro vinham voando na direção da minha pele nua...Acordei num pulo violento, com o coração quase saindo pela boca e o corpo coberto de suor frio.Levei alguns segundos desesperadores para entender que não estava presa na cruz, mas deitada na cama king-size do meu próprio quarto. Eu mal tinha conseguido fechar os olhos a noite inteira. O pavor da promessa do Damian Vance e a lembrança daquele quarto de tortura no fim do corredor me mantiveram num estado de alerta constante e exaustivo. Eu nunca tinha visto coisas daquelas antes. O medo de ser destruída, de ter a minha dignidade arrancada por aquele homem, era um peso sufocante.O sol
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Chapter: CAP. 6 -As Regras do Tabuleiro[POV: DAMIAN]Para o resto do mundo, eu era apenas o CEO implacável da Vance Global Holdings. Um bilionário intocável que controlava os maiores fundos de investimento e arranha-céus de Chicago. Em outras palavras eu era um mafioso.Mas a verdade por trás do meu império era muito mais sombria. A minha família pertencia a uma organização criminosa de elite, um sindicato que operava nas sombras da alta sociedade. Eu tinha o dinheiro, as conexões e o poder bruto necessários para conseguir absolutamente tudo o que queria nesta vida — inclusive fazer pessoas desaparecerem do mapa sem deixar uma única pista.Eu estava parado no meu closet privativo, ajustando a gravata do terno preto sob medida. Era o dia do meu casamento. Para qualquer pessoa de fora, aquele seria um casamento amaldiçoado, um arranjo forçado baseado numa dívida de sangue. Mas para mim, era a execução final de um plano que venho arquitetando em segredo há anos.Quando eu tinha dezoito anos, meu pai, Arthur Vance, descobriu q
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Chapter: CAP. 5 - Trégua de Três DiasPOV/ HELENEu estava usando apenas um conjunto de lingerie de renda branca, sem alças, que deixava quase toda a minha pele exposta, destacando as curvas cheias dos meus quadris e da minha cintura. O Damian soltou uma respiração funda, os olhos azuis brilhando com um desejo agressivo e perigoso. Ele soltou os meus pulsos, mas a sua presença física me mantinha cravada no mesmo lugar.Ele ergueu a mão e começou a mapear a sua nova propriedade. Deslizou os dedos ásperos pela minha bochecha, descendo pelo meu pescoço e apertando a minha carne com força.— Esta boca é minha. Este pescoço é meu — ele ditou, com a voz rouca, enquanto a mão descia mais e se espalhava pelo meu peito, apertando o volume pesado por baixo da renda branca. — Estes seios são meus. Feitos sob medida para as minhas mãos.Soltei um choro baixo, tremendo da cabeça aos pés. A mão dele continuou a descida cruel, espalhando-se pelo meu estômago, desenhando a minha cintura e deslizando pelos meus quadris até cravá-los no me
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Chapter: CAP. 4 - O Quarto VermelhoPOV/ HELLENO caminho para a minha nova prisão foi um deserto de silêncio. O Damian Vance não olhou para mim uma única vez enquanto o carro blindado cortava as ruas escuras e geladas do centro de Chicago. Ele ficou no banco de trás, digitando no celular, com a expressão rígida como uma lápide. Me encolhi contra a porta, sentindo o efeito do champanhe aparecer numa tontura leve que só piorava o meu enjoo.Quando o veículo finalmente parou, não estávamos numa mansão no subúrbio, mas diante de um dos arranha-céus mais imponentes do centro da cidade. Subimos pelo elevador privativo direto para a cobertura. No segundo em que as portas deslizaram, fui recebida por um império de luxo minimalista, vidro e mármore escuro. Funcionários uniformizados esperavam em fila, de cabeças baixas. Ninguém ousava encarar o Damian nos olhos.— Esta é a sua nova casa — a voz grave dele cortou o silêncio, fria e sem qualquer calor. — Os meus funcionários vão entregar o que você pedir. Se precisar de algo, fal
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Chapter: CAP. 3 - A Borda do AbismoPOV/ HellenQuando ele se afastou, a mão dele desceu rápido para a minha cintura, apertando o corselete com força suficiente para colar o meu corpo cheio de curvas contra o corpo rígido dele. Ele se inclinou, colando a boca bem perto do meu ouvido. A voz dele veio num sussurro baixo, rouco e cruel, audível só para mim:— É bom você relaxar esse corpo, Helen. Porque hoje à noite eu vou te usar de todas as formas possíveis. Você é minha.As palavras dele bateram em mim como um choque elétrico. Paralisei completamente, o ar sumindo dos meus pulmões enquanto ele se afastava com a mesma expressão fria de antes, pronto para me arrastar para fora daquela igreja como a sua mais nova propriedade.***O resto daquela festa de casamentos da alta sociedade pareceu um borrão confuso de luzes e vozes falsas. O Damian Vance me arrastou pelo salão luxuoso como um troféu de caça recente, me exibindo para investidores e empresários cujos nomes eu nem conseguia guardar. Nós não trocamos uma única palavr
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Chapter: CAP. 2 - A Noiva ErradaPOV/ HellenCada passo pelo tapete vermelho da Catedral de Chicago parecia pesar uma tonelada. O ar congelante da igreja arrepiava os meus braços e a minha nuca, mas o pior era o nó na minha barriga — um aperto puro de pânico. Por baixo do véu grosso de renda, tentei controlar a minha respiração descompassada, engolindo o gosto metálico de sangue que ainda continuava na minha boca.Por que a Genna tinha que fugir logo agora? Por que ela tinha me deixado para trás para pagar essa dívida desgraçada?Eu entendia o desespero dela. A Genna foi criada numa bolha de vidro, vigiada por babás e moldada pelo meu pai para ser o sacrifício perfeito. Mas eu não. Eu lutei para ir para uma escola normal, fiz amigos e guardei cada centavo que pude numa conta secreta no banco. Eu tinha dezoito anos e um milhão de planos. Era para eu começar a faculdade no mês que vem, viver, conhecer o mundo. Em vez disso, os meus sonhos de liberdade foram destruídos no segundo em que a minha irmã mais velha sumiu no
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Forced To Marry: Claimed By The Obsessed Billionaire
"A FORCED MARRIAGE. A RUTHLESS CLAUSE. HE DOESN'T WANT A WIFE—HE WANTS A WHORE IN HIS BED EVERY SINGLE NIGHT."
At eighteen, Helen Rossi was handed over like a piece of property to settle a debt. Her older sister fled, but the contract remained unchanged: Helen was dragged to the altar as the replacement. She is young, untouched, voluptuous, and possesses a fierce, unbroken spirit.
Damian Vance is thirty years old, and he owns Chicago. He is an arrogant, brutal, and sadistic billionaire CEO, used to ruling both his empire and his private erotic nightclub with an iron fist. He doesn’t want romance; he demands a submissive bitch in his bed who will obey his every dark command.
The terms of the contract are clear and ruthless: daily sexual servitude, and a male heir in less than two years. To Damian, it doesn’t matter which Rossi is standing at the altar. Helen will be forced to spread her legs and lie in his bed every single night.
He thinks he can easily break her pride through fear and pain. But this substitute bride has teeth—and she is going to bite back.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 39 : LEARNING TO HOLD YOUPOV/ DAMIANAround two in the morning, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. The handle of the guest room rattled. The key wouldn't turn because of the latch set from the inside."Helen?" My voice echoed from the other side of the wood, firm and impatient. "Are you in there?"I heard no response from inside, only dead silence."Helen, I know you are in there. Open the fucking door," I ordered, raising my tone, the coldness giving way to irritation.Continued absolute silence.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 38: Walls of Ice (Helen’s POV)I woke to the rays of sunlight cutting through the silk curtains of the suite. I moved my hand slowly across the clean dark cotton sheet, searching for the heat of Damian’s body, but his side of the bed was already completely cold and made. He was gone again before dawn.I sat up against the pillows, pulling his black dress shirt close to my chest. The skin on my thighs was still sensitive from the touch and intensity of the previous night, and the woody scent of his cologne lingered on my skin. But the room was empty. The suffocating silence of the penthouse returned to swallow me whole.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 37 : THE TASTE OF SUBMISSIONPOV/ DAMIANI held my body weight using only my right arm against the mattress, keeping my mouth pressed to hers in short, wet kisses as Helen tried to catch her breath. The heat of her skin burned against mine, while the black silk blindfold kept her eyes completely in the dark."Spread your legs for me," I ordered softly against her lips.Helen obeyed, yielding completely to my command. I ran my left hand down her torso, initiating a firm caress over her warm skin. I continued kissing her mouth possessively, moving my lips down her neck until I took one of her breasts into my mouth, while my fingers worked quickly between her legs. My hand flatt
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Chapter: CHAPTER 36 : YOUR TRUE TASTEPOV/ DAMIANBringing my face close to hers, I observed the line of her full, parted red lips, feeling the warmth of her breath beat against my skin."What did you think, Helen?" I asked, my voice coming out deep and low."It was... incredible," she gasped, her green eyes searching for mine in the darkness of the suite. "It was the most intense thing I've ever felt in my life."I let out a short laugh, feeling my chest vibrate against hers."You have no idea what I'm still going to do with you, Helen."I ran my fingers along the side of her face, brushing away th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 35: Dominion(Damian’s POV)I guided Helen into the private suite and turned the magnetic lock of the solid wood door, isolating our space from the rest of the penthouse. The room maintained dim amber lighting, highlighting the contrast between the dark floor and the towering headboard of the king-size bed.Helen backed up two steps until the backs of her legs met the mattress. Her full chest rose and fell in accelerated breaths, marking the heavy pulse I could see directly at the base of her pale neck. She tried to maintain her gaze, dropping a sharp provocation to challenge my authority, but her body’s biological reaction surrendered the tr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 34: The Mark of Ownership(Damian’s POV)I spent the last six days far from Chicago, wading through the mud of an illicit route along the coast of Brazil. At the Port of Santos, beneath a warm, stifling rain that smelled of sea air and burning trash, we intercepted a front cargo vessel registered under a shell company. My team and I eliminated seven men during the firefight inside the sorting warehouse; the quick shots from my nine-millimeter weapon dropped the guards before they could sound the alarm.In the dark, unventilated hold of the vessel, we discovered fourteen women locked inside improvised iron cages, stacked beside forty crates of heavy weaponry. I
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The Billionaire's Obsession: The Innocent Maid of the Forbidden Club
Brianna Hayes is an innocent, nineteen-year-old virgin who is desperately running out of time—and money—to save her dying brother. After being wrongfully fired from her job as a maid, she makes a reckless, desperate choice: she puts on a mask and takes the stage at The Obsidian Room, the most exclusive and forbidden underground club in the city.
Alexander Thorne is a ruthless, thirty-three-year-old billionaire CEO. Cold, widowed, and consumed by darkness, his only escape is commanding the VIP lounge, bending women to his absolute will. The exact moment his eyes lock onto the fragile, trembling new dancer, a twisted obsession is born. He claims her innocent body in the shadows, completely blind to her true identity.
But the real game begins when morning comes.
In need of a new live-in maid, Alexander hires Brianna. By day, she cleans his luxury mansion on her knees, acting as his sweet, obedient servant. By night, she begs in his bed, serving as his perfect submissive plaything.
Alexander demands total control. He vows to break her innocence, training her to crawl, obey, and become his private little pet.
How long can a virgin hide her secret when her master is a billionaire obsessed with her complete submission?
(A pitch-black, high-spice dark romance featuring age gap, billionaire dominance, BDSM, forced submission, and explicit erotica).
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Chapter: CHAPTER 32: THE INVOCATION OF ARES(POV: BRIANNA HAYES)I closed the door of my small room in the service wing and slid the iron bolt, collapsing with my back against the wood all at once. My legs gave out immediately, forcing me to slide down to the cold floor of the quarters. I curled my knees against my chest, embracing my thick thighs while trying desperately to draw air into my lungs. My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, stretching the fabric of the dark cotton uniform. I was suffocating under the weight of everything that had happened tonight at the Palace Hotel.My entire body continued to sway with an electrical tremor that I could not halt. The skin on my back, right over the old scars my father had left, felt like it was burning beneath the clothes, stamped by the touch of Alexander Thorne’s large, warm hands on the deserted beach. He had broken the damn man who t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 31: "Use mine. They are large, but they won't cut your skin,POV/ BRIANNAI noticed I was limping, but I continued trying to walk so as not to slow him down. Alexander stopped abruptly in front of me, blocking the path. He looked down at my feet and, without saying a single word, lowered his immense six-foot-five frame, took off his own leather slides, and placed them before my bare toes."Use mine. They are large, but they won't cut your skin," he ordered with that usual authoritative calm.I swallowed hard and slid my feet into his footwear, feeling the heat that had remained in the material. We walked a little further until we found a dry tree trunk, fallen on the sand near the surf. We sat side by side. Alexander pulled a bottle of water from the side of his pocket and extended it to me.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 30: THE CONFRONTATION IN THE HALLWAY (POV: BRIANNA HAYES) The nausea rose straight from my stomach to my throat the moment I excused myself from that suffocating table. The weight of the stares and Victoria's cutting words had transformed the dinner at the Palace Hotel into a true test of endurance for my sanity. I needed to breathe. I walked hurriedly across the restaurant's polished marble floor, seeking the reserved hallway that led to the restrooms, far from the clatter of utensils and the whispered conversations of the elite occupying the main lounge. The hallway was long, illuminated
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Chapter: CHAPTER 29: THE MONOLOGUE AT THE PALACE HOTEL (POV: ALEXANDER THORNE) The VIP lounge of the Palace Hotel restaurant was illuminated by soft, yellowish lights that cast long shadows across the imperial marble columns. The environment smelled of expensive cigars, grilled lobster, and the heavy perfume of high-society jewelry occupying the neighboring tables. Through the immense glass walls, the dark beach of Santa Catarina stretched under the moonlight, with the muffled sound of the surf crashing against the luxury hotel's coast. I sat at the central table of the reserved wing, the sleeves of my black dress shirt rolled up to my robust fore
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Chapter: CHAPTER 28: THE ARRIVAL OF VICTORIA (POV: BRIANNA HAYES) The echo of tires screeching against the stone driveway of the main entrance instantly shattered the silence that had settled over the beach mansion. I was in the pantry, finishing the organization of the fine silver cutlery for lunch, when the shrill sound made my body stiffen. My hands, which still carried a slight moisture from the pure sweat of nervousness over what had happened on the beach, nearly dropped the metal tray. I had run straight up to the service wing right after Mr. Thorne crushed me against his bare chest, covering the torn strap of my swimsuit with his
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Chapter: CHAPTER 27: THE SEA AND THE SHIRT(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE)The heat of the early afternoon weighed heavily over the coast of Santa Catarina, turning the air inside the beach mansion into a dense, stifling atmosphere despite the cooling system running through the ceiling vents. From the immense living room window, I watched the horizon line where the blue of the ocean blended into the harsh reflection of the sun on the sand. Three security guards from my private team patrolled the perimeter of the private beach, moving slowly with communication earpieces and dark tactical uniforms. I needed an excuse to pull Hayes away from the safety of the service quarters. The image of her body glued by the wind upon our arrival kept replaying in my mind, causing a constant burn below my abdomen that prevented me from focusing on Thorne Tech's merger reports.I walked to the access hallway and used the internal radio to issue a direct command. I required her to accompany me to the water's edge under the administrative pretext of insp
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