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
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: A lazy dayCassie woke to the soft gray light filtering through the windows, the lake beyond a flat silver mirror under low clouds. The sectional was wide enough for both of them; Reggie’s arm still curved around her waist, his breath slow and even against her shoulder. No nightmares had returned after the first one. She lay still for a long minute, listening to the distant lap of water against the stones, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Last night’s rawness lingered tender, but not broken. She shifted carefully, turning to face him. Reggie’s eyes were already open, dark and quiet, watching her. There was no tension in his jaw this morning or a guarded mask. It was just him. “Morning,” she whispered. “Morning kitten.” His voice was rough from sleep. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “You didn’t run.” “Neither did you.” She smiled small. “How do you feel?” “Like I slept for the first time in years.” He exhaled. “It is weirdly… normal.” Cassie propped herself o
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: The past...The villa was quiet except for the low hum of the lake lapping against the stone terrace below and the occasional creak of the old timber. Cassie and Reggie lay tangled on the wide sectional, the soft throw blanket draped over them, her back to his chest, his arm locked around her waist like an anchor. Their breathing had finally synced sometime after four, slow and even, the storm of the night burned down to embers. Cassie slept lightly, attuned to the rise and fall of his ribs against her spine. Reggie had gone heavy in her arms hours ago, the tension bleeding out of him muscle by muscle until he was simply held; trusting and unguarded. She had traced the faint ridges of old scars under his shirt until her own eyes drifted closed. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the silence. Reggie jerked awake with a raw, guttural sound, his body convulsing as though electrocuted. His arm clamped around her so hard the air punched out of her lungs.“No...no...get off...” The words were slur
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: I am sorryThe key scraped in the lock with a sound too loud for one in the morning. Cassie stepped inside first, the villa’s cool marble foyer greeting her. She kicked off her heels near the entry console, the clatter echoing off stone. The silence behind her was thick, broken only by the soft click of Reggie locking the door and sliding the bolt home. She couldn’t look at him yet. If she did, she wasn’t sure which would win: gratitude that he’d finally shown her this hidden part of himself, or the scalding jealousy still burning low in her chest. Reggie’s footsteps moved past her toward the open-plan living area. He flicked on a single floor lamp, its warm pool of light too gentle after the club’s strobes and shadows. Cassie stayed rooted near the coat hooks, arms wrapped around herself, feeling the ghost-pressure of his fingers between her legs in that booth. The memory made her thighs clench involuntarily, then flooded her with shame. How could she still ache for him after Bess’s hands had
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: What a killjoy!Cassie’s body still thrummed with unfinished heat, a low, insistent ache that had only sharpened after Reggie’s mouth left her trembling. She shifted against the leather, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the emptiness. Watching the platform had only made it worse. She needed more: Wanted him inside her, filling her until the world narrowed to nothing. She turned her face up to him, voice small but steady. “Sir… can we… here? Please.”His eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the amber ring of iris. Hunger rolled across his features like storm clouds. She felt the proof of it against her hip when he shifted closer, his cock already hard again, straining behind the zipper.“I’ve been thinking about burying myself in you since the second we walked through that red door. And you can keep calling me sir,” he said, voice low and rough. “There are private rooms upstairs. I can get us a key.”Cassie nodded, pulse kicking higher. The anticipation curled tight in her belly as he s
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Public moaningReggie pulled Cassie closer until her thigh pressed flush against his. The booth’s velvet curtain shielded them from most prying eyes, though faint silhouettes moved beyond the heavy fabric, and the distant crack of leather on skin still carried through the air like a heartbeat. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.“Lift your dress, kitten.”Her breath hitched. The command was quiet, meant only for her. Cassie’s fingers trembled as she gathered the hem of her dress and drew it upward, exposing the lace tops of her thigh-highs and then the damp scrap of her thong. Cool air kissed her heated skin. She felt exposed even in their semi-private cocoon.Reggie’s hand slid between her thighs without hesitation. He nudged them wider apart until her knees bumped the edge of the leather seat. One thick finger traced the soaked fabric, then slipped beneath to glide through slick folds. He withdrew it glistening, holding it up between them so she could see her own arousal shining on h
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: In the shadowsThey walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the snap echoing like thunder. The crowd murmured approval as he trailed the whip's tail along her skin, teasing before striking; a precise lash that left a pink stripe across her thigh. Cassie pressed closer to Reggie, her fingers digging into his arm. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. He chuckled d
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
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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