Selene's POV
I looked up. The man beside me was devastatingly handsome. Dark hair, intense brown eyes, an expensive suit that screamed power. He radiated confidence, the kind that made people either fear you or fall for you. “You look like you need something stronger, but I wouldn't advice a pretty lady takes much.” His eyes that held me still. Dark. Intense. Like he saw straight through me. I swallowed. “Yeah but I don’t usually drink.” His gaze flicked to my untouched glass. “That obvious” He paused and then spoke out “Let me guess,” he murmured. “A man?” I exhaled. “How do you know?” He smirked. “Because no lady drinks alone like this unless they’re trying to forget someone.” I studied him. “And you? What are you trying to forget?” His expression didn’t change. “I don’t forget.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I turned back to my drink, swallowing another sip. The alcohol burned, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ache inside me. "What's your name?" He inquired for a brief moment and I creased my brows slightly. "Selene" I answered curtly. "Do you want to go home now?" He suddenly asked. “I don’t have a home anymore,” I muttered, more to myself than him. The man frowned slightly. “What?” I exhaled. “Nothing. I just… I don’t want to go back to my home at the moment, anywhere but not there.” Silence stretched between us. Then, his voice, low, measured. “Do you want me to take you to my place instead? Don't worry, I don't bite.” I hesitated. Then, shook my head. “ If you feel comfortable doing that, I would appreciate” His eyes darkened slightly, studying me. He didn’t ask questions. He simply nodded and stood up, helping me stand up as we walked out of bar into his car. Few moments later, the sleek black car stopped in front of a towering estate. I barely noticed as he helped me out of the car, guiding me inside. The house was quiet. The air smelled like his expensive cologne. I swayed slightly on my steps, the alcohol finally catching up to me. But he steadied me. “You should rest.” I let him lead me into a guest bedroom. The bed was large, the sheets crisp. He turned to leave, but I caught his wrist. “Stay please,” I whispered, the effects of the alcohol getting into my head stronger than before as I suddenly felt hot. His jaw tightened. “Selene—” I rose onto my toes, brushing my lips against his and he froze. Then, with a quiet curse, he pulled back. “You’re not thinking straight, I don't take advantage of drunk women” But I wasn't thinking. For the first time tonight, I wasn’t drowning. I was strangely burning for his touch. I reached for him again, this time fisting his shirt, pulling him down to myself. He inhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread as I could feel he was already growing hard in his pants. My lips parted, my breath warm against his mouth. "Just this night and I'll disappear, no complications, besides I want this” I whispered, as my hands moved to the hem of my dress, pulling it off from my body, standing completely naked before him. Something in him snapped the moment his gaze ran down my body, he lost control. His hands cupped my face suddenly, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was fierce, desperate—like he had been waiting for this moment. I gasped as his fingers slid down backside, pressing me flush against him. I had never been kissed like this. Never been touched like this. His grip tightened, but he pulled back, breathing heavily. “We shouldn’t do this,” he rasped. " Please, tell me to stop" My fingers tangled in his hair. “I don’t care, I don't want you to stop~” He exhaled harshly, then crashed his lips to mine again as he pulled off his own shirt, carrying me up against the wall, his hard cock grinding my parted thighs, feeling the heated friction. I threw my head back in pleasure as he buried his head in my chest, kissing my cleavages until he finally moved away from the wall with me and dropped me on the bed. Settling in between my already exposed entrance, he thrust in.Selene's POV The knock barely registered before the door creaked open, slow and deliberate, like the world knew I didn’t need another surprise, but was offering me one anyway. And then there he was. Emiliano Vieri. He stood framed in the doorway like some living contradiction charming and out of place, yet somehow blending perfectly into the chaos that was my life lately. His dark hair was tousled, his gray coat casually thrown over a crisp shirt, collar slightly upturned from the breeze. But it was his eyes steel and unflinching that held me in place. My lips parted slightly. “What—! How... how did you know where I live?” He didn’t look guilty. If anything, he looked amused. “I didn’t,” he said with a low chuckle, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I live in the estate across the block. I was just on my way back from the grocer’s when I saw you and your friend walking in this direction. Didn’t know it was your place.” My brain scrambled for logic. Coincid
Selene’s POV The walk home felt longer than it should have. Rachel kept stealing glances at me, and I knew what was coming before her lips even parted. “So,” she began carefully, “are you going to tell me who she was? That woman?” I didn’t answer immediately. My fingers were cold, even though the afternoon sun still lingered on the street. “Selene,” Rachel pressed, matching her pace to meet mine. “Was she someone from you know before?” Before. That word held too much. Before the scars. Before I remembered what it meant to fight for air in your own life, in your own home. “She was...a friend,” I said eventually. Rachel frowned. “A friend who looked like she wanted to eat you alive and then hug you at the same time?” I gave a dry laugh. “You’re not far off.” We passed the corner florist, the scent of lavender and soil rushing out toward us. A delivery van rumbled by, honking once as it dodged a cyclist. “She was involved with my Ex-husband,” I finally said, watching a pair of
Selene’s POV“Rachel I can't tell anything for now,” I said as we rounded the next block, “you don’t have to worry. Everything will be fine.”It felt like a lie, because it was. Nothing ever really stayed fine in my world. But sometimes, when your friend looks at you with fear swimming behind her eyes, you have to lie beautifully.She smiled faintly, nodding. “Okay. I trust you.”I didn’t trust myself.We stopped in front of a small bakery, its window fogged slightly from the warmth inside. It smelled like cinnamon buns and almond tarts and soft crusted loaves, and for a moment, it was easy to pretend we were just two normal girls. Just two women on a stroll, browsing for sweets, not caught in the orbit of cold-eyed men.Rachel pushed the door open, the bell above tinkling softly, and we stepped inside.Then my blood turned cold. There, standing by the display case like she belonged in my memory and not this reality, was Lina.Lina.My ex-best friend. My ex-husband’s mistress. His con
Selene's POV My next words fell like bricks. “He’s Dominic’s personal bodyguard. His right hand man, he's been for years.” "I can't believe it, you mean Enzo?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Enzo... Dominic's right-hand man Sel?." I looked up, meeting her eyes. "You had no idea?" She shook her head, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. "I just thought he was some mysterious guy I met, he was always so reserved, but there was something about him I can't place my hands on... Rachel went white. “What?” I nodded slowly, leaning back into myself. “He's always around Dominic, his tight man. Yesterday too, he’s always close but never speaks unless he has to. Completely loyal. The kind of man who could kill a person with a single command from his boss.” She sank beside me. “You’re joking.” “I am not Rachel.” Rachel went quiet, staring at her hand like it had betrayed her. “He didn’t seem like... that.” “They never do trust me, I don't even want you to get
Selene's POVYou didn’t tell me you’d be working with Emiliano Vieri."Dominic’s voice cut through the cabin like a wire, cold and controlled.I leaned back, gripping the smoothie in my hand tighter. “That’s because I’m not.”His gaze didn’t waver. “He offered you a card, you took it, I watched it happen.”Rachel shifted beside me, clearly trying not to draw attention to herself. The silence between us thickened, stretching too long, and I finally looked him in the eye.“And I didn’t accept his offer.”Dominic’s jaw flexed once. He didn’t blink. “Good.”Then came the shift, the one I hated. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes like a sharp knife, pressing in.on me. “But we still need to talk about the deal. The marriage.”Rachel’s sharp inhale was loud in the cabin. “Wait—what?”I didn’t look at her. My eyes stayed on him. “My answer hasn’t changed, Dominic.”He paused. A slow blink from him, maybe wondering my firmness on my decision.“Still no,” I added. “Even if your father’s brea
Selene’s POV I didn’t have time to process much. I threw on my black jeans, a clean blouse, and a soft cream blazer. No makeup. Not a single stroke. I didn’t care how I looked. I just needed air and maybe a sense that my life was mine again. The car that picked us up was already waiting at the corner. Rachel stayed close, practically glued to my side as if she thought I might disappear again. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I felt exactly the same. By the time we arrived at the media house, I wasn’t ready for what waited. The second I stepped out of the car, the chaos hit me.There was flashing lights, shouts and journalists. A crowd of cameras and reporters surging forward like they’d been lying in wait just for me. “Selene! Over here!” Rachel said, trying to help me weave in through the crowd. “Are you the official face of the Youth Conference?” “Miss Selene, are you currently in a relationship?” “How does it feel to be a public figure overnight?” “Is it true you had a c