Claimed for 100 days by Mr Billionaire.

KAYLA’S POV:After the call with Marie, I knew I couldn’t bring myself to go home to Archie. I couldn’t face him. Yes, he was a useless man, but cheating on him still didn’t feel right, even though he was a two-faced, lying bastard. I took a deep breath as I realised my emotions were beginning to get the best of me. My mind drifted back to Lucan. The inside of my thighs was still coated in my juices, evidence of what had happened between us. My thoughts pulled me back to him again. He was a powerful man, powerful but also shady, but unlike Archie, He didn’t hide under a mask. He had always been vocal about what he wanted from the start.I remember the night I met Lucan Vesley. Archie had organized a gala to celebrate his twenty-eighth birthday. Only a narcissist like Archie would throw such a glamorous event to mark something as trivial as turning twenty-eight. It was a glamorous event indeed; there were high-end London socialites everywhere dressed in their finest, all desperately tr

KAYLA’s POV:A shadow shifted behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stiffened but didn’t turn. Whoever it was would not see me like this. Yet the figure didn’t leave. His footsteps moved toward the balcony until he was standing beside me. His scent reached me before I saw him. He smelled clean. I couldn’t decipher what exactly his scent was, but wealth was evident in his scent. He smelled just like my father. I finally turned to see the person who had this striking resemblance to my father. It was none other than Lucan. He didn’t speak. He simply extended a handkerchief toward me, his expression unreadable. I managed a small, polite smile as I accepted it. We stood in silence, facing the city lights together. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I turned again, needing a closer look at him.Up close, he was even more striking. Lucan had the kind of face that looked carved rather than born, sharp jaw, high cheekbones, a mouth set in a thin line; I could already tell he didn’t smile o

KAYLA’S POV: The day hadn't even started and I was fed up. The office for some reason felt suffocating, even though it had been the only place where I could breathe in the past. Far away from Archie. I sat behind my desk, scrolling through quarterly projections, though my mind wasn’t on the screen. It kept drifting back to the man whose name had been on my mind since the day of the gala. Lucan Vesley.The cold billionaire I had met at Archie’s gala. Archie kept chasing a proposal with him, and it irritated me to the core how he was all Archie could talk about. I sighed, my head already spinning. As long as I don't see him again, I will get over my dislike for him, or was it intrigue? My mind whispered to me. I glanced at the clock on my computer screen. 10:17 a.m. It was too early for lunch, but also too late to pretend I wasn’t avoiding my husband’s calls. My phone vibrated again, like it knew I was ignoring him.Archie.I let it ring twice before answering. “Yes?”“You’re in your

KAYLA’S POV: It's been officially three days since I walked out of Lucan Vesley's penthouse, three days since I have felt like shit. The agreement was for him to have me for one night, but I had successfully ruined it. I sighed to myself as I massaged my temples. I couldn't contact Lucan again, my pride and dignity were at stake. But if I don't contact him, my sanity would be at stake. Archie had become increasingly violent since Lucan placed the partnership on the table. I don't know if it was the idea of me being a solid factor in the partnership, but Archie had been restless. I looked at the bruise on my arm, the angry red marks glaring at me like it was mocking me. Why did I have to be such a coward, if I had let Lucan have his way with me, things would have been so different. I massaged my temples, how was I going to get Lucan to place back the offer, without me being on the table? A knock interrupted my thoughts, “Come in.” I spoke to the person behind the door. My assista

LUCAN’S POV: I watched her leave, and I didn’t bother stopping her. I knew she would be back. The certainty settled in my chest. It was the only assurance I needed. I sat down on the sofa, my mind reeling. I thought I was mistaken when I saw her bruised lips at the gala, but the bruise on her arm confirmed my suspicions. Kayla was being abused by her husband. I was so sure of that fact. I paced the length of my living room, irritation coiling tightly beneath my skin. What was it about this girl that left me so unsettled? She was beautiful, yes—but it was something more than that. It was the fire simmering beneath her surface that called to the darkest possessiveness within me. I didn’t want to dim her light. I wanted her fire to burn me instead. I had extended the arrangement to one hundred days under the guise of strategy, but the truth left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had one taste of her, and I became an addict. That night, I had not been satisfied. I knew I would crave he