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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Whispers of Submission
Cassie, a 26 year old student in her final year (PHD) is dared by her friends to visit a sex club, pick a random guy and let him break her virginity. She chooses the most elite club in the city. In there, she randomly picks a masked man and lets him lead her to the secret chambers.
Done, she pushes the experience at the back of her mind and focuses on finding an internship. The death of her estranged mother brings her back to the city she hated. When her brother offers to help her find a place to do her internship, Cassie does not know whether to stay or leave. If she stays, she will have to face her demons and confront her past. If she leaves, she would be away from her only brother. She decides to stay near her brother.
Cassie’s brother introduces her to Reggie, his CEO friend. Reggie is a perfect boss, polite and a man of few words despite his dominant nature.
Cassie catches Reggie in a compromising situation and that changes their relationship. He wants her but is scared of revealing more of his sexual kinks to her. They get into a relationship but keep it a secret. A problem arises when one of the dominatrix’s sees Cassie. He asks Reggie to share but he refuses. He makes it his mission to get Cassie.
Reggie is torn between protecting Cassie and keeping his past a secret.
Secrets are revealed, hearts are broken and jobs are lost. Reggie turns to alcohol and Cassie runs to her brother. Reggie proposes to Cassie but Cassie declines. Reggie’s company almost closes and that brings them back together. They are determined to fight the enemy and take care of their new born.
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Chapter: Shopping and Visiting familyHe found her in the movie room, three hours later. She had finished watching the first movie and was halfway through the second. “Thought you’d abandoned me for the rest of the day,” she had her feet tucked beneath her legs. “Never,” he said, setting the tablet on the table and settling beside her on the couch. “Actually, I came to bribe you.” “With what?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, that devastating half-smile tugging at his mouth. “You were supposed to go shopping today. I ruined it. Let me fix it. There’s a town an hour north, they brought new designs this morning . I’ll take you shopping plus lunch, whatever you want. My treat.” Cassie arched a brow. “I can pay for my own clothes, Reggie.” “I know you can.” He reached over and tugged the sleeve of the hoodie she wore. “But I want to. Because you deserve new clothes for fall and because you held me together last night when I was falling apart, and I don’t have words big enough for that. Let me do this one small th
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chatting with friendsCassie slipped into her room and shut the door with a soft click. The second she was alone, a giddy squeal escaped her lips. She launched herself face-first onto the bed, burying her burning cheeks in the pillow that still smelled faintly of the vanilla Reggie had washed her with. Her phone glowed on the bedside table. She snatched it, rolled onto her stomach, and kicked her feet in the air like a teenager.It was a message from Emily. She was telling them how bored she was and wondering why Cassie was not replying to her texts.Emily:Girl, did the sexy boss of yours tie you to his bed and warned you not to touch your phone?Cassie: Okay I’m finally free...Sarah:Finally free? Hold on, what has been keeping you so busy Cass?Emily:Yes, spill, now!Cassie:Okay, I didn’t just pass second base with Reggie, he demolished every base, built a new stadium, and then christened it... Multiple times...Sarah: So poetic...Emily: Forget the poetry Sarah.CALL. RIGHT NOW CASS. I NEED A
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: InterruptedCassie woke up slowly and stretched her body like a cat basking in the sun. The sheets beside her were cool, the indentation of Reggie’s body already fading. For a moment she lay there, blinking at the high ceiling of his bedroom, the memory of last night settling over her like warm honey. She smiled into the pillow that still smelled of him, then reached out instinctively. Empty.She sat up, pushing hair from her face. The room was flooded with soft morning light filtering through half-closed blinds. Reggie’s sweatpants and hoodie lay folded neatly on the ottoman. It looked like he'd been up for a while. Her own robe was draped over the back of a chair. She slipped out of bed, the hardwood cool under her bare feet, and tied the silk belt snugly around her waist. The faint scent of coffee and something buttery drifted up from downstairs.Cassie padded to her own room first, brushing her teeth, splashing water on her face before twisting her hair into a messy knot. She swapped the robe
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: The Nightmare Cassie drifted between sleep and waking, the world feeling distant with each breath. Reggie’s heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling chest the most comforting rhythm she’d ever known. The room was dark, the city’s glow muted by heavy curtains, and the sheets smelled of cedar and warm skin. She was almost gone again when the first tremor ran through him. It was small at first, just a twitch of his fingers against her back. Then his breath hitched. A low, wounded sound escaped his throat; half-sigh, half-whimper. Cassie stirred, blinking into the darkness. “Reggie?” she murmured, still sleepy. He didn’t answer. The twitch became a jerk. His legs kicked once, hard, the duvet bunching at the foot of the bed. Another sound, sharper this time. It was raw and frightened and it tore out of him with such intensity that had his whole body going rigid. His muscles locked and fists clenched so tight the knuckles almost cracked. Cassie pushed up o
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: The Aftermath The lair’s air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Reggie lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath Cassie’s neck, her head resting on his chest as their breathing slowly synced. Her body felt boneless and warm against him. The faint pink handprints on her ass was a quiet reminder of how far they had gone tonight. For a long moment neither spoke; they soaked in the silence. Eventually Reggie pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep right here.” Cassie made a small, drowsy sound of protest when he slipped out from under her, but she didn’t fight it. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded naked across the room, muscles shifting under the moonlight, and disappeared through the hidden panel that connected the lair to his private suite. A moment later she heard the rush of water and the scent of something vanilla and minty wafting through the room. Reggie returned barefoot,
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: SpentThe lair was quiet now except for their breathing and heartbeat. Reggie’s chest was still heaving and sweat was cooling on his skin as he carried Cassie the last few steps to the massive four-poster bed tucked into the far corner of the room. The frame was dark mahogany, carved with almost invisible hooks and rings. They were tools for restraint disguised as ornamentation. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows. He laid her down as gently as if she were made of glass but his eyes said otherwise. Hunger still burned in his eyes, raw and unapologetic. Cassie sprawled across the cool linen, legs falling open without shame, her pussy swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of his cum leaking from her onto the sheets. He had abandoned the condom with her consent. She hadn't been with anyone else and he hadn't fucked anyone after his last test. The sight of his semi-hard cock made her stomach flutter with fresh heat. She was sore, deliciously used, and still starving for more. “You’r
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 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
Last Updated: 2024-01-19
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