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Aftermath

Author: Erotictales
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-24 21:44:29

For the first time, I couldn't wait to return to the penthouse to break down. I was about to cry–over a man who was threatening my father.

When I got to the penthouse, I locked myself in the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and got in the bathtub.

I had a bottle of wine that I had sneaked off Milo's liquor cabinet. I poured myself a glass and drank while I listened to soft music.

It was better to drink than to cry over Milo. We hadn't even started sleeping together, and I was already asking him if he was seeing other women.

I sounded clingy and desperate because I had no claim over him.

His words rang over and over in my head: "I don't enjoy…normal sex…" his voice almost trailed away. "I'm a dominant man in bed. My preferences are…rough. You're not ready to relinquish control of your body to me."

Was I ready to give myself over to a mobster and murderer?

After overthinking all I could in the tub, I realized I was getting cold. I got out of the water and got settled in bed in my
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    Blood in the WaterWord traveled faster than bullets.Milo had stepped back. Not in whispers, not in back-alley murmurs. No, this was announced in the language criminals respected most: silence followed by blood.The first to test me was the Andalusian crew. They intercepted a Bratva shipment at the coastal docks,six men masked in black, loaded with guns, and just dumb enough to think I was Milo-light.The second was subtler. A whisper bounty. My photo, printed and folded into a red envelope, was passed around in gambling dens and underground rings. It carried no price. That was the insult,as if I wasn’t worth a number.I stayed still. I let the fire come.Because queens don’t chase chaos. They weaponize it.I stood at the window of the meeting room, watching the city breathe beneath me. Somewhere below, an apartment had gone up in flames."You don’t test a queen with fire," I said to no one in particular. "You drown her enemies in it."My orders were quiet. Precise. I didn’t scream.

  • Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father    reeked

    The dining hall reeked of fear.The body was gone,cleared away like an afterthought. But the ghosts lingered. Wine glasses stood half-full. Chairs shoved back in panic. Silverware scattered like dropped confessions. The chandelier still sparkled above it all, indifferent and glittering.I walked barefoot.No heels. No need.My gown whispered across the marble as I moved between abandoned seats, a goblet in hand, the rim kissed with wine and something darker. My shadow stretched long across the floor, cutting through candlelight like a blade.The chandelier’s gold arms trembled above me. Still lit. Still proud. Like it hadn’t just watched a man die.The wine in my glass swirled like blood, catching the low light, still warm from the touch of fear and heat of deceit. A thin ribbon of it dripped down my knuckle, over the ring Milo had given me months ago, before I earned it.Milo stood in the shadows, back against

  • Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father    Iron

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  • Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father    edge

    I gripped the edge of the chair beside me and said the only thing I could. My voice wasn’t a whisper, but it wasn’t strong either. It hung in the air like breath before a scream. “You found me.” Milo didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. He took two steps in, slow and steady, the way you approach a ghost you still love. “You wanted to be found,” he said, voice low. “Even if you don’t want to admit it. Even if part of you still thinks you can outrun the ending.” I stared at him, chest tight. “Wanting to be found isn’t the same as being ready to be seen,” I said. And the silence that followed felt like it cut deeper than anything we’d said in months. I took a step forward. It hurt. Everything hurt,my legs, my back, my pride. But I stood tall anyway, like the ache was just part of the costume. “He was all I had left,” I said. The words felt scraped out of me. “Everyt

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  • Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father    Van

    I didn’t move when the van pulled up. My arms locked over my chest, nails digging crescent moons into my sleeves. My jaw stayed clenched until the ache started to bloom behind my ears. It was either that,or let something leak out.The rear doors creaked open.Two men stepped forward, their movements stiff with quiet precision. No wasted motion. No words exchanged. They reached inside and lifted the casket like they’d done it a hundred times.It didn’t make a sound as they brought it down. No thud. No rattle. Just the whisper of polished wood against metal rails. I used to imagine holding him in my arms. A blanket. A lullaby. His father's eyes. My hands around his tiny body, warm and alive.But this was a different kind of cradle now.It didn’t make a sound as they brought it down. No thud. No rattle. Just the whisper of polished wood against metal rails.I stared at it, waiting for something,anything,to hit. A nois

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