Novels by Favy Beeee

Lila's PovSix months had passed since we told Ronan's family we were keeping everything the way it was. The merger held. They grumbled for weeks but in the end they backed off. Business kept running, we kept running our lives together, no more separate bedrooms or pretending.Every day felt like something new. We laughed more, fought less and fucked a lot. The Game had turned into just us, no rules or darkness needed anymore.But tonight we wanted to mark it. A private vow renewal, just the two of us. In the same room where it all started, the big bedroom with the heavy curtains we could pull tight. We decided to black it out like the first time, not because we had to. Because we wanted to remember.I stood in the doorway that evening watching Ronan finish setting up. Candles on the dresser for soft light once the curtains were closed. Fresh sheets. The toys we liked best lined up on the nightstand. He wore only black boxers, his body looked stronger now.We had started running toget

Lila's PovWe sat at the kitchen table the next morning after the fight with his family. Coffee was cold in our cups. Ronan had his phone face down. I had mine in my hand but I wasn't looking at it.We hadn't said much since we woke up. Just quiet glances. His hand rested on the table near mine, i reached over and touched his fingers. He turned his hand over, laced them with mine."I'm not going back," I said.He looked up. "To what?""To pretending, to separate rooms. To acting like we don't touch each other. I can't."He squeezed my hand. "I don't want that either.""Then we fight. We tell them no, the merger can stand on its own. The numbers are good, the contracts are solid. They don't get to decide how we live."He nodded slow. "Dad said if we don't comply they walk.""Let them walk. We build it again. Without them."He stared at me for a long time. "You'd really do that? Risk everything?""For us? Yes."He exhaled hard. "I love you.""I love you too."He stood up. Pulled me up w

Lila's PovRonan got a call from his father on Friday morning while we were still in bed. I heard the phone buzz on the nightstand and watched him reach for it with a frown. He answered quiet."Dad." Then he listened. His face changed fast, his jaw tight, eyes narrow. He said yes a few times. Then no, then he hung up without saying goodbye. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall for a long minute."What was that?" I asked.He didn't look at me. "Family meeting tonight. At the house.""Both of us?""Yeah."I sat up. Pulled the sheet around me. "What's going on?"He rubbed his face. "They know something's different. Mom saw us at the grocery store last week, holding hands and laughing. She told Dad, now they're worried the merger looks too personal. Like we fixed it too fast or something."I felt cold. "They think we're faking it?""No. They think we're not faking it anymore and that changes the deal. The whole point was business, not feelings."I stared at him. "So what do t

Lila's PovRonan came home early that Thursday. I heard the door open around five thirty and his footsteps straight to the kitchen where I was rinsing dishes. He didn't say anything at first, he just walked up behind me.Put his hands on my hips, pressed his body against mine so I could feel how hard he already was through his pants. I stopped moving the sponge. Let the water run over my hands."You're early," I said."I couldn't wait," he answered. His voice was low. Close to my ear.I turned off the faucet. Dried my hands on a towel, turned around in his arms and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and hungry, different from the soft ones last night."About tonight?" I asked."Yeah."He kissed me then. Like he had been thinking about it all day, his tongue pushed into my mouth. I kissed him back just as rough, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.When we broke apart he rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavy. "I want to push it tonight. Really push it."I nodded. "I k

Lila's PovI was still shaking a little when Ronan pulled out of my ass slow and careful. My body felt heavy and loose like every muscle had given up at once. He reached up first and took the earplugs out one at a time.The quiet room rushed back in with the sound of our breathing. Then he untied the blindfold. The silk slipped away and light hit my eyes. It was soft because the lamps were dim but it still made me blink fast. I looked up at him, his face was close. Sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in places, eyes locked on mine. He looked worried and happy at the same time."You okay?" he asked quiet.I nodded. "Yeah. Really okay."He smiled small and kissed my forehead. Then my nose, then my lips, just a brush. He moved off me careful and grabbed a warm cloth from the nightstand. He had put it there earlier.He wiped between my legs gently and cleaned me up. Then wiped himself, I watched him do it, i watched how careful he was. My chest felt tight in a good way.He tossed the

Lila's PovI woke up the next morning with Ronan's arm still around my waist from the night before. We had fallen asleep on the couch after the kitchen thing. My ass was still a little sore from his hand but in a good way that made me smile when I moved. He was breathing slow against my neck, i didn't want to get up, i liked how heavy he felt against me.He stirred after a while and kissed the back of my shoulder. "Morning.""Morning," I said.We stayed quiet for a bit. Just breathing together. Then he spoke. "Last night was different.""Yeah.""Not the Game.""No."He rolled me over so we were facing each other. His eyes looked serious. "I don't want to pretend anymore."I swallowed. "Me neither.""The blindfolds, the darkness. It's good, really good but it's addictive. I think about it all the time."I nodded. "Me too. Every day, i walk around work wondering what you'll do next time."He touched my cheek. "It's messing with my head, i want you all the time now, not just on Game nigh

Isadora“So unbelievable,” I muttered to myself as I walked into the estate’s private bar.The place was quiet and empty. Just what I needed.I reached behind the counter and pulled down the first bottle I could see. Vodka. I grabbed a glass and poured a way more than a reasonable amount, then downed it like water.My throat burned. Good. I refilled. Again, and again.I rested my head against the cool marble of the counter, eyes closed, my head spinning slightly.I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it. And Viktor.Damn Viktor.“Putting things in my head,” I whispered again.I didn’t even hear the door swing open.“Isa?”I turned. Slowly.Talk about the devil. Viktor stood in the doorway. “I figured I’d find you here.”“You followed me?”“Not exactly. Heard the voices earlier. And then the slam.”“You heard us arguing?”He stepped closer. “The whole damn house nearly heard it.”I exhaled and turned back to the counter.“You okay?”I laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”He came closer an

Isadora“She said I what?”“You heard me,” I snapped. “She said you invited her.”He looked stunned. “I didn’t.”I folded my arms. “You’re gonna stand there and lie to my face?”“I’m not lying.”“She said it like it was nothing.”He stepped forward. “I swear to you, I didn’t invite her.”I scoffed. “You think I’m an idiot?”“No. Isa, come on.”I moved around him, pacing. “So let me get this straight— you didn’t invite her, and yet I overheard both of you in the hallway? That was your voice, Ivan. And hers. Talking.”His jaw flexed. “Okay. Yes. I spoke to her. She showed up and pulled me aside. I was caught off guard.”“Then why the hell did you lie when I asked who you were talking to? Why act like I was imagining things?”“Because I knew exactly how this would go!”“You mean I’d be pissed? Yeah, imagine that. Imagine being mad that the man I’m with is whispering in corners with a woman he used to fuck at my goddamn birthday.”“Isa—”“No, don’t ‘Isa’ me right now.”“I was trying to pr

Isadora“I swear, it was her,” I said, sliding into the booth beside Mariana. “Same woman from the salon.”Mariana turned to face me, brow raised. “The one that gave you that weird vibe and compliment?"I nodded. “Now it all clicks.”“What happened?”“She walked straight up to our table like she belonged there. Introduced herself as Elina Petrov.”Mariana blinked. “Petrov? That name sounds familiar.”I ignored that and kept going. “She acted all calm, like she was in charge. Said it was a shame how my birthday ended, insinuating that she was there."Mariana’s head tilted. “Wait. She was at the party?”I nodded slowly. “Yes she was, and I'm realising she was the voice I heard speaking with him at the bathroom. And guess what?"“What?”“She said Ivan invited her.”Mariana’s jaw went slack. “What?”I nodded again, trying to keep my voice steady. “I asked her who brought her. She smiled and said Ivan did. Like it was nothing.”“No way.”“That’s not even the worst part.”Mariana’s brows sh

I didn’t take my eyes off her. The woman, same black hair, same unsettling calm, walking toward me confidently. Poised.“Isadora,” she said smoothly. “We meet again.”I blinked. “You were at the salon.”“Among other places,” she replied, smile faint. She turned to Viktor. “Viktor.”“You are?” he asked politely, nodding."Elina."He paused for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Petrov, the Elina Petrov?"“I suppose so,” she smirked, her eyes flicking back to me.“You two know each other?” I asked carefully.“Not personally,” Viktor replied. “She’s… been around.”“A pleasure,” she said, offering her hand.I shook it briefly, not missing the cold undertone in her voice. “Likewise.”“I’ll give you two a moment,” Viktor said, already backing away. Elina slid into the booth across from me, where Viktor had been.“You’re very pretty,” she said.I tilted my head. “What is this? A game?”“No games,” she said smoothly. “I just figured it was time we officially met and had a talk. Woman to woman

"You good?” Mariana asked again.I didn’t answer. She stared at the screen a second longer. “Do you wanna get out of here? Just clear your head?”“Where?”“Club. It’s not very busy tonight, I confirmed.”I didn’t respond right away, hesitating as thoughts of the image and the mysterious woman lingered.“Come on,” she said gently. “It’ll help.”I looked at the photo one more time, then locked my phone.“Yeah. Fine.”The music played low, more for ambiance than anything else. The club was half-lit, the bar glowing a soft blue, tables empty except for us and a few other people. We slid into a booth near the corner. Mariana ordered something non-alcoholic. But I hadn't touched my drink yet.“You sure you wanna sit here and drool?” she asked, sipping hers.I nodded, eyes on the glass in front of me.“Do you want me to stay?” she asked after a few seconds.I glanced at her. “It’s fine. I know you've got work to do."She hesitated. “Okay… just holler if you change your mind.”I gave a tiny n

A knock landed on the door. I didn’t move.“Isadora?” It was Mariana.I didn’t say anything.“Can I come in?”I sighed, still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Door’s open.”She walked in slowly, glancing around like she wasn’t sure if she belonged. Her hands were tucked nervously into the pockets of her jacket.“I heard about what happened downstairs,” she said gently.“Of course you did. Probably everyone in the house did.”She closed the door behind her and stepped in further. “I just wanted to check on you. You okay?”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Define okay.”Mariana gave a small smile and walked over. “Can I sit?”I nodded, and she dropped onto the floor in front of me, legs crossed like a kid.“I saw Ivan in the hall. He didn’t say much.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “He never does.”“You wanna talk about it?”I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then it all just… spilled out. “I’m just tired,” I said. “So damn tired.”Mariana looked up at me. “Of what?”“Of everything. The chaos.