FAZER LOGINI had stopped pretending the night Sebastian sailed past our bedroom door for the third time and didn’t look back. I had married him to keep my father’s company intact. Out of my father's desperation. The vows were for the cameras and the board, everything else was ledger entries and quiet compromises. He chased his affairs in public while I held the facade. He saw my composure and called it martyrdom. He never figured out that my calm was armor, not devotion. Then Samantha came home, twenty-three, luminous, curious, the kind of warmth that made places in me I’d kept cordoned off ache. She drifted into my life with easy laughter and careless questions. A sister-in-law, that became my obsession. We started with late-night talks, her voice soft in an empty house, her hand brushing mine while we pretended we were discussing nothing at all. Those small touches stopped being accidental, but deliberate. While Sebastian was busy elsewhere, I took his sister. Not to win anything on a balance sheet, not to score a victory, but to finally have the means to protect who I am, and who I love. Samantha was bewildered at first, shame and curiosity tangling on her face, but the way she leaned into the moments we stole told me more than words ever could. It was messy and urgent and selfish. She became my refuge and my ruin. The tenderness I had once sold to survive became a liability I was suddenly proud to bear. When the scandal around Sebastian crescendoed, I didn’t hide behind the marriage or the name. I stepped into the light, shoulder to shoulder with her, exposed and fierce. I traded anonymity for that, truth wrapped in possession, and I, Mikayla Stonefield, would have done it again.
Ver maisMy back slammed against the cold metal door of the bathroom stall as I crushed my lips against Claire’s.
The kiss was hungry, almost violent, like we’d been starving for each other all morning. Her strawberry lip gloss mixed with the faint taste of coffee on her tongue. My hand was already under her short plaid skirt, fingers slipping past her soaked panties and pushing deep inside her tight heat. “Mikayla…” Claire whispered breathlessly against my mouth. Her voice was shaky, needy. “Please… I need you so bad.” I groaned softly and curled my fingers, stroking that sweet spot I knew drove her crazy. “You’re dripping for me already,” I whispered back, my lips brushing her ear. “Been thinking about this since first period, haven’t you?” She nodded fast, her breath hot against my neck. “Yes… all morning. Your fingers… God, just like that. Don’t stop.” I didn’t. I pumped my fingers faster, deeper, while my thumb circled her swollen clit. Claire’s hips rolled against my hand in desperate little movements. Her fingers gripped my shoulders tight, nails digging through my shirt. The bathroom was quiet except for the wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her pussy, and our heavy breathing. This was our thing, stealing these moments every break time. No one on campus knew that perfect, straight-A Claire was secretly hooking up with me in bathroom stalls and behind the old gym building. I loved how she melted for me. Loved the way her moans turned into these soft, broken whimpers that made heat pool between my own legs. I kissed her harder, biting her bottom lip gently as I added a second finger. Claire’s walls clenched around me, hot and slick. “Faster, Mikayla,” she begged in a whisper. “I’m so close already…” Just as I was about to give her exactly what she wanted, the main bathroom door burst open with a loud bang. Voices and laughter flooded inside. Multiple pairs of shoes clicked across the tiled floor. My heart jumped into my throat. I froze for half a second, but Claire’s hips kept rocking against my hand. She was too far gone. I quickly covered her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hard to swallow any sounds. My fingers never stopped moving, slow, deep thrusts now, curling with every stroke. The risk made everything feel ten times more intense. Claire whimpered into my mouth. The sound was muffled, but it still escaped. “Did you hear that?” one of the girls asked suddenly. Their conversation stopped. My pulse raced. I pressed my body harder against Claire’s, pinning her to the wall. I kissed her even more aggressively, my tongue sliding against hers while my fingers kept working her. In and out. Faster. My thumb pressed firm circles on her clit. She was trembling against me, her thighs shaking around my hand. “Hear what?” the second girl said. “I swear I heard moaning. Like… someone in pain or something. It came from the stalls.” Claire’s breathing was frantic. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she looked at me, silently begging. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I rubbed her faster, feeling her clench tighter around my fingers. She was right on the edge, and the danger of getting caught only made it hotter. The first girl laughed. “You’re imagining things again, Macy. Maybe it’s just the AC making weird noises. Or someone’s stomach acting up from the cafeteria food.” “Yeah, probably,” the other added. “Anyway, back to the party. I heard Mia and Tyler hooked up last week. She said he was terrible in bed.” Their voices continued, talking about crushes, weekend plans, who was dating who, and complaints about classes. All while I was knuckle-deep inside Claire, kissing her like my life depended on it. Sweat started beading on my forehead. Her body was burning hot against mine. I pulled back just enough to whisper against her swollen lips, “Come for me, baby. Right now. But stay quiet.” Claire nodded desperately, her eyes fluttering. I thrust my fingers faster, curling them perfectly while rubbing her clit hard. Her whole body tensed up. Then she shattered. A muffled cry vibrated against my mouth as she came hard, her walls pulsing around my fingers. I kept moving through every wave, drawing it out until her legs turned weak and she sagged against me, panting heavily. The girls outside kept chatting for another minute before they finally finished washing their hands. Their voices faded as they left the bathroom. The door swung shut with a loud click. Silence returned. I broke the kiss slowly. Both of us were breathing hard, chests rising and falling fast. Sweat glistened on Claire’s flushed cheeks and neck. Her lips were red and puffy, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. She looked so beautiful like this, completely wrecked and glowing because of me. “Fuck, Mikayla,” she whispered, still trembling in my arms. “That was way too close. I thought we were done for.” I smiled and gently pulled my fingers out of her. I brought them to my lips and licked them clean, tasting her. Her eyes darkened as she watched. “Totally worth it,” I whispered back. “I love how you fall apart for me.” Claire let out a soft, breathless laugh and pulled me in for another kiss, this one slower and sweeter. Our hearts were still pounding. I could feel the dampness of her skin against mine, the way her body was still shaking slightly from the aftershocks. We stayed like that for a few more seconds, holding each other tight in the tiny stall. The bell for the next class would ring soon, and we’d have to slip back into our normal lives like nothing happened. But right now, in this stolen moment, she was mine and I was hers. No one else had to know our secret.I spent two weeks at home recovering, barely able to move without pain. The bruises from my father’s cane covered my back, arms, and thighs, deep purple marks that made every breath ache.When Sebastian first saw me that night after the launch, his face had gone white with shock and fury. “Did your father do this?” he’d demanded, gently touching my shoulder. For one night, he was the worried husband, holding me carefully, cursing Silverstein under his breath. But by the next morning, the guilt faded. He returned to his routines, working later and later, leaving me alone in that big mansion.He kept his public promise, only SOT chips appeared in Xavier Global Enterprises markets. But I knew the truth. Magentax fed me daily reports. Behind the scenes, he was quietly funneling resources to Kylie’s company, using connections to push their cheaper knockoff chips into other markets, promoting them through shadow deals. It was betrayal on top of betrayal.
The launch of SOT Chip 1.2 filled the grand auditorium with anticipation. Bright lights beamed down on the stage as I stepped forward in a sharp, tailored black suit. Hundreds of investors, journalists, and industry leaders watched intently. I gripped the microphone with steady confidence and began my presentation.“Today, we unveil the SOT Chip 1.2,” I announced, my voice clear and commanding. “This new generation delivers processing speeds up to 40% faster than anything on the market, while consuming 35% less energy. It runs significantly cooler, extends battery life in every device, and unlocks far more powerful AI capabilities without the usual overheating or power drain. This isn’t just an incremental upgrade, it’s a true revolution in efficiency and performance.”The crowd erupted in applause. I owned every second on that stage, fielding questions with sharp, prepared answers. For a moment, everything felt triumphant.As I stepped down, Sebastian was righ
When I was sure Sebastian was in deep sleep, his arm still draped possessively over my waist, I slipped out of bed. I moved silently, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. In under five minutes, I installed the tracker deep into his OS, completely undetectable unless someone knew exactly what to look for. Magentax technology at its finest.I stood up, my body still sticky from him, and walked to the bathroom. I turned the shower to ice cold and stepped under the spray. The freezing water hit my skin like needles, numbing everything. I scrubbed hard, digging my fingers between my legs to scoop out every drop of his cum like it was poison contaminating me. Disgust rolled through me in waves."Endure it," I muttered under the water. "Get a hold of yourself. You don’t have full control of Xavier Global Enterprises yet. You don’t have a tight enough grip on Stonefield Optimum Technology. Keep the act going. You love Sebastian. You’re devoted. Keep going."I repeated it
I took my time coming home. I stopped at a bar first, drank enough to smell convincingly wasted, then drove back with the windows down so the night air would make my eyes red and glassy. By the time I stumbled through the front door, Kylie was long gone. The house was quiet.I collapsed on the living room couch, sprawling across it like I couldn’t make it upstairs. My dress was rumpled, mascara streaked from the fake tears I’d refreshed in the car. Perfect image for someone, who got betrayed.Sebastian came down the stairs a few minutes later. He stopped midway, his face was pale, eyes full of guilt when he saw me lying there.“Mikayla…” he whispered. He continued walking, crouched beside the couch and gently scooped me into his arms. I let my head fall against his chest, pretending to be half-unconscious. His hold was possessive, the same way he held me on our wedding night, like I was something he owned and couldn’t bear to lose.He carried me u


















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