When Roads Collide
Cole Patrick is merely a doorstep spawn who is reluctantly adopted by the Wyatt dynasty. He endures the mistreatment from the family but cannot speak up because the Wyatt's are powerful and influential. Zye Wyatt is an exception. She shows him kindness but is careful not to do it in front of the other members of the family. An innocent touch, a shared laugh, and suddenly, their bond blossoms into a forbidden love, ignited under the stars one lazy evening.
However, their ruse comes to an end on prom night when Zane, Zye's brother finds them kissing behind the school library. He reports to their father who ships Zye abroad and kicks Cole out. At 18, homeless and determined to rise above his status, Cole forges a path of his own.
Ten years later, Zye, broken and fresh from her divorce, finds herself looking for work in a small town. She is attracted to a bike gang from the town and is interested in joining as a step to her freedom. She realises that the bike gang leader is none other than Cole. Hardened by life but still her first love. However, their reunion does not last longer. A private investigator sent to find Zye's whereabouts reports them to her dad.
The fragile peace they've curated shatters as shocking truths emerge: Cole wasn't abandoned; he was stolen from his mother after Mr. Wyatt brutally murdered his father. And his mother? Alive, a prisoner of the Wyatts' dark secrets all these years. Now, Cole stands at a crossroads: choose the woman who once offered him solace, or embrace the roaring vengeance for his shattered past and reclaim his stolen birthright. Can their love, forged in the fires of deception and longing, survive the ashes of Wyatt family lies?
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Chapter: A glimmer of Kindness(Cole's POV)The servant quarters were a world away from the main house, even though they were just a short walk across the manicured lawn. For me, they were a refuge, a place where the air felt lighter and the shadows of Zane's cruelty couldn't quite reach. Mr. Patrick, the gardener was a kind man, his smile always warm, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he laughed. He never asked about my days at school, never questioned why I spent my afternoons reading dusty books by the mango tree instead of playing with Zane.It was a quiet afternoon, the sun shining lazily in the sky. I was engrossed in a worn-out copy of Treasure Island, the adventures of Jim Hawkins, a welcome escape from monotony. A rustle in the bushes pulled me from my book. My heart pounded. Had Zane followed me? Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks"?Instead, a small, familiar figure emerged, her bright eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. It was Zye. Almost 13, she was a wisp of a girl with a fierce
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Little Tormentor (Cole's POV)The stale air of the detention room clung to me. Outside, the last rays of the afternoon sun painted the windows orange, a vibrant contrast to the gloom within. Each tick of the oversized clock on the wall echoed in the silence, mocking the ache in my chest. This was my fifth time in here. All because of Zane, my brother. Despite him being older than me, we were in the same class. He was not the brightest tool in the box and was always landing me in trouble. Today was no exception. I was here because he had taken my science project about the solar system and presented it as his own. "Cole, you can go now," Mrs. Davison's voice was flat, devoid of warmth. She probably thought I was a delinquent, a liar, just like Zane had told everyone. I mumbled a thanks and grabbed my backpack, its weight a familiar comfort against my weary shoulders. The walk home was a blur of familiar streets and unfamiliar thoughts. The anger was a slow burn, but beneath it, a deeper current of loneliness flowe
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Not a Wyatt( Cole's POV)The air in the servants’ quarters was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the nervous flutter of my own little heart. Tomorrow was the day. The day I would officially become a Wyatt. Or, at least, a version of one. Morison had told me, his eyes soft with a mixture of pity and hope. “A big party, Cole. For you. To welcome you.” The words felt hollow, like promises whispered in a dream.That night, sleep escaped me. I tossed and turned, willing sleep to find me but it couldn't. My mind couldn't stop replaying the conversation I had stumbled upon. Mrs. Cecilia had sent me to the mansion to take the grocery list to Mrs. Wyatt for approval. She was not in the lounge room so I decided to look in the patio. I was nearing the back door when I heard Mrs. Wyatt's voice.“It’s total madness. Alistair! LUDICROUS!” Her thin and brittle, sliced through the silence. “To give him the Wyatt name? My family’s name? Our ancestors’ name? He’s not a Wyatt. He’s nothing. He’s… a street urchin you pick
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-13
Chapter: The Invisible Boy (Cole's POV)The sun, relentless and unforgiving, beat down on the dusty path leading from the servants’ quarters to the main house. I was ten, and the path was etched into my memory, every pebble, every crack. It was a route I knew intimately, yet one I was rarely allowed to fully explore. My world was largely confined to the small, neat rooms behind the imposing mansion, a world of hushed conversations and the ever-present scent of cleaning products and warm food.My name is Cole Junior. Morison had named me Junior as they did not know my second or third name. I was not a "Wyatt," like Zane and Zye. I knew I was different. Different enough to be kept in the shadows, while the Wyatts lived and dined in the light.Ten years. Ten years of wondering why. Why was I always given hand-me-down clothes, sometimes a little too big, sometimes a little too small, always with the faint scent of Zane’s perfume still clinging to them? Why were my toys always second-hand, chipped and worn, while Zane’s latest g
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Doorstep Delivery It was a spring morning, not too cold, nor too hot. The sun was mild in the sky, its usual hotness dulled by a looming sense of change. The Wyatts were still asleep in their opulent mansion. The workers were milling around, cleaning here, dusting there. They had to wake up early and satisfy Rosalie Wyatt's OCD by bleaching, sweeping, dusting and mopping the whole compound. Short, plump and with a sharp tongue, Rosalie was feared by all her workers.The Wyatts were a family figure worth emulating. They held galas, helped the poor, donated a lot of money to charity. Mr. Wyatt even had a statue erected, at the centre of the town, in his honor. Rosalie's sharp tongue was always hidden whenever they were in public. Beyond the pearly gates of their mansion, she was always smiling-her white and neatly arranged teeth out for everyone to see. She was always dotting on her husband and son.Today was no exception for the workers. As soon as the alarms started ringing, mops, lawmowers and bleache
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-13
Whispers of Submission
Twenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face.
She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home.
Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues.
Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both.
Then the devil returns. Lucien is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night, when Cassie moans Reggie's name at the Forbidden. He wants a taste of her again and asks Reggie to share, as sometimes they shared subs. Reggie refuses. Lucien vows to get her.
When Reggie's past is dug up and dirty secrets are revealed, the trust in the relationship is broken. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love.
She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Lucien nearly destroyed.
One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time.
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Chapter: Bathroom AmbushCassie slipped through the arched doorway to the bathroom. The music and laughter dulled instantly, swallowed by the corridor’s thick silence. She followed the discreet gold sign that read Powder Room, heels clicking too loudly on the floor. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since Sienna’s mocking little toast across the dance floor. She needed just one minute to breathe without feeling watched. The bathroom door was heavier than it looked. She pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was obscenely beautiful. It was made of black marble that reflected the candlelight warmly. A long vanity stretched beneath an arched window that overlooked the dark lake, its surface scattered with cut-glass perfume bottles, folded linen hand towels, and a silver tray of fresh white orchids. Three deep basins gleamed under soft, golden light. The air smelled expensive. Cassie crossed to the middle sink, turned on the cold tap, and let the water rush over her wrists. She closed her eyes, counting her
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-04-22
Chapter: The MasqueradeIt was the day of the masquerade. Cassie was finishing up the final touches. She had shooed Reggie away from the room, wanting him to only see her when she was ready. Done with her makeup, she smoothed her midnight-blue dress before walking put of the room. Reggie was waiting downstairs. When she emerged, Reggie's mouth hang open She was breathtaking. She walked down slowly, careful not to trip on the train When she reached tge last step, Reggie took her hand and pulled her to his chest before locking their lips together. When they pulled apart, they were breathless and panting. "If we were not late, I would have spread ypu on that couch and feasted on you till your legs tremble," Reggie said as he smoothed his trouser to hide the bulge that had started forming. The words made Cassie clench with want. They had time for a quickie but both of them knew that a quickie could not satiate the hunger they had for each other. "Does that mean you approve my dress choice?" Cassie asked
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-04-21
Chapter: SurprisesCassie stood frozen in the doorway, surprise written on her face. This man who had claimed that he did not have any romantic bone in his body had done something that had never been done to her by any man."Thank you so much. I..." Tears started streaming down her face. Reggie stepped behind her, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck. "Don't cry kitten. Why are you crying? You don't like it?" She turned in his arms, hands framing his face, and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back with equal hunger, hands roaming her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. When they parted, both breathing hard, she rested her forehead against his. “You did all this? I love it.” she said, voice thick with emotions. “Had to make it right,” he said. “You’ve been gone too long.” She laughed softly, tears pricking again. “It was only a week.” “It felt like a year.” He guided her toward the table, pulling out her
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-04-16
Chapter: Going back homeIt was raining. Cassie pulled the blanket over her head. She could not believe that her lazy days were over. She had had five days of sleeping late, laughing with her friends, ordering take out and sharing jokes. They even re-watched the ceremony clips on their phones, and laughed until their stomachs hurt over every awkward moment. They knew, sooner or later they had to go back to reality. They needed to find jobs so that they could pay taxes like the adults that they were. Nina had left four days earlier. She had hugged them all fiercely at the airport curb and promised to text them daily. “Don’t ghost me when you’re back in the real world,” she’d said. Cassie had promised she wouldn’t. She sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She knew who it was even without looking. Reggie: Morning, beautiful. How’s my favorite PhD holder? Cassie smiled. Cassie: I am your only PHD holder. Anyway, I am still floating. I miss you so much.
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-04-16
Chapter: After partyThey had done it. Doctor Cassandra. The title felt foreign and perfect all the same. Asher moved close and pressed something cool and metallic into her palm. It was a sleek black key. “This is for you,” he said. “The house is big enough for your books, plants and whatever else the next chapter throws at you. It is done.” Cassie stared at the keys, then up at him. “Asher…” He shrugged, sheepish. “You are my little sister, you deserve everything good. Let me do this for you.” She launched herself at him again, hugging him tightly enough that he laughed and steadied himself with the cane. “You’re impossible,” she whispered against his shoulder. Her breath caught. “You… built me a house?” Asher grinned. “I had a lot of time to think while I was healing. I figured you deserved a new house, that you can call yours. The deed’s already in your name.""And what about mom's house?" Cassie asked, tears welling her eyes."You can keep it. Rent it out or use it for vacation or something
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-18
Chapter: D-dayWhen Cassie woke up, she was alone in the bed. The day she had circled on her calendar was finally here. This graduation was different than her Masters and bachelor degree. She slipped from the bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchenette, and found Emily already pouring three mugs. Sarah stood at the counter in an oversized T-shirt, twisting her hair into a messy bun while scrolling through her phone. “Morning, Doctor-to-be,” Emily said, handing Cassie a mug. The coffee was strong, sweetened just right—no bitterness left behind. Cassie took a sip and closed her eyes for a second, savoring it. “Good morning fellow doctors. It still feels surreal,” she admitted. Sarah looked up. “We’ve earned surreal. Two years of hell, endless revisions, that one advisor who hated commas. You’re allowed to feel like a legend today.” Cassie laughed shakily. “I’m going to cry the second they call my name. Like, full-on, can’t-breathe ugly crying. Everyone’s going to see.” Emily set her
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-18
Chapter: The QuestionsThe suffocating air of the small house felt heavier than usual, each breath Maisse took a painful reminder of the conversation that had just shattered her fragile world. Her father’s words, "You will marry him," echoed in her ears, a death knell to her dreams of independence. The familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes, usually just a background hum.She retreated to the cramped bedroom she shared with Emmy and Emily, the twins. The fading light of the setting sun cast long, weary shadows across their three single beds, crammed into the small space. Maisse sank onto her own mattress, its springs groaning in protest, and buried her face in her hands. The hot, stinging tears came unbidden, a deluge of despair and frustration.A soft rustle from Emmy’s bed made her look up. The twins were huddled together on one bed, their faces pale and etched with worry. Of course, they had heard. The thin walls of their home offered no privacy from their father’s booming pronouncements.“Maiss
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-05-21
Chapter: The FightThe familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes clung to the air the moment Maisse stepped through the door. It was a smell that had haunted her childhood, an invisible shroud that had settled over their small, neglected home. The sun, once a fierce eye in the mid-morning sky, was beginning its descent, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Her shoulders ached from the long commute into the city and back, her feet throbbing inside her sensible, if slightly scuffed, flats. Her legs were tired from walking and, hope, a fragile thing she had held on to for long, was slowly giving way to a gnawing despair. "Maisse! Is that you?" Her father's voice, thick and slurred, boomed from the living room. It was less a question and more an announcement of her presence, an acknowledgment that she had returned to his orbit. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Yes, Father. I'm back." She walked into the living room, her eyes scanning the familiar chaos: overflowi
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-05-21
Chapter: Maisse's POVI needed to find a new job as soon as possible. My savings were not going to last us a week and I needed to pay rent as end month was soon approaching. I could not ask my father to chip in despite it being his responsibility to house the twins. He did not care about that. I did not want my sister's to suffer so I had to make sure that I had money to sort out the bills,take them to school and save for an occasional ice cream treat here and there. At the moment though, we could not even afford to get three meals a day. Old Prisley who used to help had also closed shop. I did not want to go to him and home to stress him out. I knew he would give us food if I went to him but I did not want to. He had done enough for me. The only other place I could go to was the former diner. Old Prisley had said that the new owner was willing to give me a job. All I needed to do was go to him and present myself. I was going to tell him that I had been sent by Old Prisley. I just hoped that I would get a
Dernière mise à jour: 2024-10-10
Chapter: Bronton's POV The hospital visit had had me in all sorts of moods. I wished Sir Bronton would wake up and tell me that all was going to be alright. I did not expect him to live forever, we were just mere human beings after all, I just needed him to stay a little bit longer. Was that too much to ask? If he died then I was going to be left with no one. When you are rich like I was, most people believed that you could never be lonely-what with the throng of people depending and following you around. That was far from the truth in my situation; there were people around me but there was no one with me. I was always alone, save for my grandpa. And because I did not like showing vulnerability, I never let people see that. I braved it like the big boy that I was. But now that my favourite human was on his death bed, I was starting to feel the loneliness start to creep in. It did not matter that there were people in the mansion and companies working for me, I was still lonely. Me barely talking to my former
Dernière mise à jour: 2024-09-12
Chapter: Almost DyingBronton was seated in his office, a pen in his mouth. His brain was tired from all the meetings and thinking he had done. He promised himself some rest as soon as he got back to his grandfather. He was worried about his health and had he not insisted that Bronton leave for his trip, Bronton would have stayed with him at the hospital. Bronton had never had to take care of any sick person. The last time his grandfather was sick, it was the maids that took care of him. He had wanted to stay but did not know what to do so he had left with the promise of visiting. Thank God he got well before Bronton could return.Bronton’s mind was also filled with thoughts of the phone call. He had been celibate for a long time and someone pinning a pregnancy on him was absurd. He was not opposed to kids, as a matter of fact he had thought about having a few of his own. He had not had the best of parents; neither his mother nor father showed him any kind of parental love. His grandfather however, had giv
Dernière mise à jour: 2024-03-07
Chapter: Ultimatum Maisse had to go home now. Old Prisley had assured her of a job and she was sure he was not going to fail. If anything he would personally take them to meet the buyer. He was that kind and compassionate. Maisse was lucky to have him.Old Prisley had given her some foodstuff to take home. She was so grateful she almost cried. She hugged her for so long as she was filled with immense gratitude."Thank you very much. I don't know how to repay you." She said before wiping away a lone tear that had escaped her eyes. She had been feeling very defeated before coming here. Now her heart felt at peace, albeit momentarily. She was going to bask in this little peace because she knew it was going to crumble soon. She shook her head so hard when thoughts of marriage started escaping through the door she had closed in her brain."Anytime my dear. Just make sure you come visit me during the weekends. My wife and I would love to host you every weekend if possible." Old Prisley said as he patted her
Dernière mise à jour: 2024-01-19
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