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Chapter 3: Strings and Chains
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The storm broke just before midnight.It had been brewing for days—thick clouds rolling over the city skyline, the kind of darkness that felt like a warning. But the real storm was inside me, inside my chest, inside the choices I’d been avoiding for too long.I’d known this night was coming. Alexander had warned me. My father’s empire would not survive him. And neither, in many ways, would I—at least not the version of me that still flinched at wanting him.The penthouse was glowing with low light, all warm gold and shadow, when I stepped out of the elevator. I didn’t need to knock; the doors slid open like the place already belonged to me.Alexander was waiting.He sat in one of the leather armchairs by the fire, whiskey in hand, a man carved of arrogance and danger. His jacket was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, the veins in his hands stark as he tipped the glass and took a slow sip.“You came,” he said, and it was not a question.I shut the doors behind me. “You sai
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It should have been a secret.I should have kept that night in Alexander’s penthouse locked behind my ribs where no one could touch it.But secrets have a way of bleeding into the air.It started with the look my father gave me at breakfast — sharp, assessing, as if my face had written its own confession.Then the call came. I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but I saw the way his jaw set, the way his fingers whitened around the phone.By evening, I knew.The car ride to his private office was silent except for the hum of the engine. I followed him inside, the door shutting with a heavy finality that made my stomach tighten.“Is it true?” he asked, turning on me so fast I almost stepped back.“Is what, true?” My voice cracked on the word.“Don’t lie to me or play dumb. Are you seeing Alexander Draven?”The silence between us was thick enough to choke on.“I—”The door opened before I could answer.Alexander walked in like he owned the air in the room, hands in his pockets, bl
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 4: The First Claim
The invitation wasn’t spoken.It was delivered in the form of a single black envelope slid under my apartment door. Inside was a card — heavy, textured — with only two words written in precise ink: Tonight. Midnight.No address.No name.I knew anyway.I wasn't going to honor it. This was preposterous. I told myself that I was just getting my dress ready in advance to attend another occasion with my father. It wasn't definitely to visit the arrogant prig. And my heart was not doing an overdrive due to excitement. But as the time grew closer for the randevous, I could not lie to myself anymore. I got ready and slipped out. The elevator to the top floor of the Draven Tower felt like it moved too slowly and too fast all at once. By the time the polished brass doors slid open, my heartbeat was a steady drum in my ears. The hallway was silent, the kind of expensive quiet that feels deliberate.And then he was there.Alexander stood in the doorway of his penthouse, jacket gone, shirt unbu
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 3: Strings and Chains
I told myself I wouldn’t see him again.That the touch in the alley had been a one-time mistake — a moment of weakness in the wrong place, at the wrong time.But Alexander Draven wasn’t the kind of man who let a moment stay in the past.The first sign was the package.It arrived the next morning. No note, no sender’s name, just a black velvet box tied with a thin silver ribbon. Inside was a diamond choker — delicate, glittering, worth more than most cars. My throat went dry as I lifted it, the diamonds cold against my skin. There was a tiny inscription on the clasp, in elegant script: Mine.I put it back in the box and shoved it into the back of my closet.His? I scoffed. Because of a piece of jewelery? Dream on mister! I thought of the inscription again, "Mine", and felt a tiny tremor run through me. Excitement - dangerous excitement that I quickly squashed. Damn! By the third time I checked to make sure the choker was still there, I hated myself a little.The second sign came that
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 2: The First Touch
The next time I saw Alexander Draven was not at a gala, not in the safety of my father’s circle of allies, but in the kind of place I knew I shouldn’t be.It was two nights later.I’d slipped away from my father’s bodyguards to meet a friend at a downtown lounge. Somewhere low-lit and just loud enough to drown out the thoughts I didn’t want to be having. But my friend had texted last minute — couldn’t make it — leaving me alone in a dark corner booth with a half-empty glass of wine.I told myself I’d finish the drink and leave. I told myself I wouldn’t notice the man walking in like he owned the oxygen in the room.But I did.Black coat open over a dark suit. Hair slightly mussed, like the wind had been too bold. Eyes finding mine as if he’d been tracking me all night.Alexander didn’t walk toward the bar.He walked toward me.“You shouldn’t be here alone,” he said as he slid into the booth across from me, his voice low enough that I felt it in my chest.“I didn’t know I needed a chap
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Title: Daddy's Rival (Book 2) Chapter 1: The Enemy's Eyes
Lila's POVThe chandeliers of the Langston Grand glittered like a thousand frozen fireworks, scattering gold light across marble floors polished enough to blind. My father’s annual gala was in full swing — waiters gliding with champagne, men in sharp tuxedos murmuring deals behind practiced smiles, women in jewel-bright gowns laughing like they weren’t calculating every word.I’d been here before, always as the dutiful daughter — smiling, shaking hands, pretending I didn’t see the way people looked at me and then at my father, assessing how they could use one to get to the other. But tonight felt different. I don't know how I knew it but I could feel it. I didn’t notice him at first.What I noticed was the silence. It rippled outward, subtle but real — the kind of shift that happens when a predator walks into the room. People glanced up, voices lowered, and then I saw him.Alexander Draven.He was taller than most men here, broad-shouldered in a midnight-black suit that looked like
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