LOGINLila’s POV
I stood frozen in my bedroom doorway, still wrapped in just a towel. Theo leaned against the frame like he owned the place. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the video played on his phone. My own moans filled the small space. “Sebastian… fuck me harder.” The sounds made my stomach twist. Theo smirked and paused the video. “Caught you in the cellar last night. Nice show you put on. Now we have a problem, Lila.” My hands shook as I held the towel tighter against my chest. “Please delete that. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean for anyone to see.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. “Too late for sorry. You have two choices. Become my personal fuck toy whenever I want. Or I send this video to Sebastian right now. What do you think he will do when he sees you touching yourself while watching him fuck someone else?” Terror gripped me. I took a step back until my legs hit the bed. “Theo, please. Don’t do this. I’ll leave the vineyard. I won’t say anything.” He shook his head slowly. “Not good enough. Choose now. My toy or everyone sees what a dirty girl you really are.” I looked at the phone in his hand. Tears stung my eyes. My knees felt weak. Slowly, I dropped down in front of him. The towel slipped a little but I caught it. “I’ll do what you want,” I whispered. “Just don’t send it.” Theo’s hand came down and stroked my wet hair. “Good girl. Smart choice.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It stood thick and ready in front of my face. “Open your mouth. Let’s seal our deal.” I parted my lips, terrified but with no other way out. Theo wasted no time. He pushed forward, sliding his cock into my mouth. The taste of him filled me. He held my head with both hands and forced me to take him deeper. “That’s it,” he said with a groan. “Take me down your throat. You look so pretty on your knees like this.” I gagged a little as he went deeper. Tears ran down my cheeks. My hands grabbed his thighs for balance. Theo rocked his hips, fucking my mouth in steady strokes. “You’re going to be my secret toy now,” he continued, voice low and commanding. “Whenever I text you, you come running. I’ll use this mouth, your tight pussy, even that sweet ass if I feel like it. Understand?” I nodded as best I could with his cock buried deep. Saliva dripped from the corners of my lips. He pulled back enough for me to breathe, then pushed in again. “Fuck, your mouth feels good,” Theo said. “Suck harder. Show me how bad you want to keep this video private.” I hollowed my cheeks and sucked like he ordered. My tongue moved along the underside of his shaft. Shame burned through me, but my body reacted anyway. Heat grew between my legs even as I hated myself for it. Theo moaned softly. “Good. Very good. From now on, you belong to me when I say so. Sebastian might want you, but I get you first. I’ll bend you over in the barn, fuck you in the cellar, make you ride me in my room. You’ll moan my name and thank me for every load.” He thrust faster, hitting the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my jaw. The wet sounds of my mouth filled the room. My towel had fallen open, exposing my breasts. Theo reached down and pinched one nipple hard. “Look at you,” he said with a dark laugh. “Naked and sucking cock to save your secret. Such a naughty girl. I bet your pussy is wet right now.” I whimpered around him. He was right. I felt slick and aching. My mind raced with fear and confusion. Part of me still craved Sebastian, but Theo had me trapped. He pulled my hair into a ponytail with one hand and used it to control my movements. “Deeper. Take every inch. This is just the beginning. Tonight after dinner, you’ll meet me in the old shed. I’m going to fuck you properly and fill you up.” Heavy footsteps suddenly approached my door from the hallway. My eyes widened in panic. Theo kept his cock buried deep in my throat, not letting me pull away. He slowed his thrusts but did not stop. Sebastian’s voice called out clearly through the wood. “Lila…?”Lila’s POVSix years had passed since the harvest festival when Elena first brought the message about the boundary survey. That claim had dissolved after three weeks of quiet legal work, just another echo that lost its power. Now the vineyard stretched farther than I once imagined possible. Contracts reached restaurants in two countries. The small tasting room had grown into a visitor center that stayed busy from spring through autumn.I stood at the top of the main path and watched the children. Elias, already ten, walked between the rows with a serious expression, pointing out the difference between the older vines and the newer plantings to a small group of guests. Samuel and Clara, six years old and full of energy, raced ahead of him, their laughter carrying on the warm air. Dirt stained their knees. Leaves stuck in Clara’s hair. Samuel waved at me when he saw me watching.Sebastian came up the path from the storage barns, sleeves rolled, the same steady walk I had learned to know
Lila’s POVTwo years had passed since the night under the oak when we renewed our vows. The twins, a boy and a girl we named Samuel and Clara, arrived healthy on a clear spring morning. Sebastian held my hand through every hour of labor. When the nurse placed both babies on my chest he cried without shame. Elias, already walking steadily by then, kissed each tiny forehead and declared himself the big brother in charge.Now the annual harvest festival filled the grounds again. Tables stood under the big oak and along the main path. String lights glowed even though the sun still sat high. Workers and neighbors moved between stations of food, fresh juice, and small glasses of the new vintage. Children ran across the open grass. The air smelled of crushed grapes and warm bread.I stood near the tasting tent with Samuel on my hip and Clara in Sebastian’s arms. Elias, now four, held a small basket of sample clusters and stopped every visitor he could.“These are my brother and sister,” he t
Sebastian’s POVI stood at the edge of the east rows long after the sun had dropped behind the hills. Inside the house Lila would be resting with one hand on the twins and Elias already asleep in his bed. The lights from the windows reached only a short distance into the dark. I stayed where I was and let the quiet press in.My thoughts moved backward without permission. I saw the boy who first walked these same rows beside a father who measured every word and every acre. That boy learned early that land was power and silence was safety. He watched deals made in closed rooms. He watched people leave when they were no longer useful. He decided he would never be the one who left empty-handed. Those lessons shaped the man I became.The mistakes followed like shadows. I married Sophia because the families expected it and the vineyard needed stability. I stayed in that marriage long after the kindness died. I wrote a will that handed everything to Theo because blood felt like the only prom
Lila’s POVI thought we were only walking down to the oak tree for a quiet evening with Elias. Sebastian had asked me to wear the soft blue dress I liked, the one that still fit comfortably around the twins. When we reached the clearing I stopped.White chairs stood in a small half circle. Soft lights hung from the lower branches. Elena and Julian waited near the trunk with Marcus and a few of the longtime workers. A simple table held flowers from the garden.Sebastian took my hand. “I wanted a moment that belonged only to us. No cameras. No big speeches. Just a chance to say the words again, now that the storms are behind us.”My throat tightened. “You planned a vow renewal.”“I did.” He smiled. “If you’ll still have me.”Elena stepped forward with a small bouquet. “You look beautiful. We’re all happy to be here for this.”Julian grinned. “Took him long enough to make it official again.”I laughed through the sudden emotion. Elias ran across the grass in his little white shirt and st
Lila’s POVThe morning of the harvest started before sunrise. Cool air moved through the rows as workers gathered with baskets and clippers. I stood at the edge of the east field with Sebastian beside me. Elias held my hand and pointed at the heavy clusters of grapes with wide eyes.“They’re ready,” Sebastian said. “More fruit than we’ve seen in ten years.”I smiled and adjusted the soft wrap that still supported the twins under my shirt. “Then let’s bring it in.”The work began in earnest. Teams moved down the lines, cutting the ripe bunches and laying them carefully in the bins. I walked the shorter paths, checking quality and speaking with the pickers. Elias stayed close, carrying a small basket Elena had given him. Every time he dropped a grape into it he looked up for approval.“Good job,” I told him. “You’re helping the vineyard just like the grown ups.”He grinned and ran back for more. Sebastian watched from two rows over and called out, “That’s my boy. Strong hands already.”
Lila’s POVThe call from our lawyer came on a quiet Tuesday morning. I was in the nursery folding tiny clothes for the twins when Sebastian brought the phone to me. His face looked serious.“Sophia filed a new statement from prison,” the lawyer said. “She’s accusing both of you of fraud, of forging the ownership papers, and of arranging Theo’s death to silence him. She’s asking for a full investigation.”I set the little shirt down and took a slow breath. “How strong is the claim?”“Not strong,” he answered. “She has no new evidence. Only the same old stories she tried before. But the court has to review it. I’ll send the documents over this afternoon.”Sebastian stayed beside me after the call ended. “She’s still trying,” he said.“I know.” I rested a hand on my stomach where the twins moved. “Let her try. We’ve faced worse.”The review took ten days. Officers came to the vineyard and asked the same questions we had already answered months earlier. They checked the original will, the







