LOGINARIELLA Asher stepped slightly in front of me, not enough to block me, but enough to make a statement—a boundary. The older man greeted him with practised ease, and Asher responded in the same tone, controlled, respectful, but distant enough to remind him exactly where he stood. “It’s so nice t
ARIELLA I could feel it in the tension of his body, in the way his eyes kept shifting toward the exits, the entrances, every moving piece in the room. Always alert. Always calculating. Always ready..... Making sure no one tried anything. Still… I found myself listening to the speeches, to the cau
ARIELLA Asher, being Asher, made sure he stole a kiss from me, ruining my makeup all over again, before we even got out of the car. I barely had time to protest before he was already stepping out, adjusting his tie like nothing had happened, then coming around to my side and opening the door for
ASHER I wanted to devour her. To take her apart piece by piece and still want more when I was done. “Heaven,” I muttered against her lips, my voice rough as my mouth moved over hers again. My tongue chased hers, slow at first, then deeper, tasting, learning, claiming every inch like I had no in
ASHER I’m coming from my office, already running a few minutes late, heading to get my wife before we leave for the ball. I don’t want us to arrive late... not tonight. But the moment I step into the foyer, I stop. My posture straightens instantly as my eyes lift and follow the length of the stai
ARIELLA Today was the day. Leon and his dad had gone on their usual run and now they had upgraded it to something more intense. And I had to admit… Leon was changing. He looked sharper these days, Stronger and Taller. There was something about him now that made him seem older than he really was.
Five Years Ago His hand was on my throat—not squeezing, not choking. Just there. But it was trembling. He was trembling. His whole body had gone rigid, his eyes burning with something raw and dark. I had never seen him like this. "Don’t ever say that again," he growled. A cold chill ran dow
This was different. This seemed serious. When I stepped inside, my mother was already there, standing beside him. My father was seated in his chair, his face tired, and worn down. My mother, on the other hand, was practically beaming. Two completely different reactions. Unease brewed inside me. T
His grip tightened. With each struggle, with each desperate attempt to push him away, his fingers pressed deeper into my throat. My lungs burned, my vision blurred, and I realized— I was going to die. Here. Like this. Beneath him. Panic seized me. I couldn’t die. I couldn’t. Leon—he needed me.
There was a way that Luca was treating the whole thing. If we were to put him into terms, we would say he was here to kidnap me. But can you even call it kidnapping if you're being forced into doing things? It was the way he was so sure of himself, so certain that I was going to do everything he s







