LOGINJoella’s POVThe hallway back there was quieter. My heels clicked too loud. The music got thinner the farther I walked, until it was only a beat under the floor. I pushed the door open and found a small elevator. Dark glass. Gold buttons. It looked expensive. The kind of elevator people like me were not supposed to wander into.I got in anyway.The doors shut. I caught myself in the glass. Short dress. Hair a little messy from dancing. A girl going up instead of back to the noise.“Five minutes,” I told my reflection. “Then you go downstairs and act normal.”The elevator opened onto the roof.Warm night. City lights everywhere. Yellow. White. Little red dots moving on the streets far below. The club sounded far away now, like it belonged to somebody else’s night. Wind pushed my hair across my mouth. I walked to the rail and held on.The metal was cool under my hands.New York did not give you a real dark sky. Too much glow. Still, I looked up like it might tell me something useful.I
Joella’s POVThe first one after that night called me baby in public and forgot me in private. He liked how I looked on his arm. He did not like how I sounded when I asked where this was going.The second one said I talked too much. He said it like a compliment at first. Cute. Fiery. Then it became a problem. He wanted a girl who would laugh at his jokes and not notice when he went missing for three days.The third one had a girlfriend. I found out because she texted me from his phone by accident. I made it a story later. I did not tell anyone I threw up in my bathroom after.The fourth one was sweet until he got comfortable. Comfortable meant he stopped trying. Comfortable meant I became a place he came to when he was bored and left when he felt better.The fifth one talked about the future like it was already happening. Then he moved. The calls got shorter. Then they stopped. No fight. No ending. Just air, and me staring at my phone like an idiot.The sixth one said he loved me.Tha
Joella’s POVI was sixteen the first time someone made me feel like a fool in a dress.Aunt May’s house smelled like fried plantain and powder detergent. The hallway light was that cheap yellow kind that made everything look tired. I sat on the edge of her bed in my prom dress with my shoes still on, because taking them off would have meant I was staying. And if I was staying, it meant he was not coming.The dress was blue. Not the expensive kind. The kind you pick because it looks pretty in the store lighting and then you pray it still looks pretty at night. My hair had been done for three hours. My mouth tasted like the lip gloss I kept reapplying every time I checked the window.My date never came. Asher, one of the hottest guys in our school. I had felt like a princess in a fairytale when I had asked him to got to prom with me and he had accepted. I sat here like a fool waiting for him but He texted saying he wasn't coming. Not even a real apology. Something short and useless. Pl
Lia’s POVMy mouth fell open in shock. What the hell.“Oh my God.”Joella grabbed my arm. Even she didn’t speak right away.I couldn’t blink enough. The letters stayed. My name. On a yacht. On the water. In the sun. The world tilted a little and I laughed, except it broke in the middle and turned into tears so fast I had to cover my mouth with both hands.“You put my name on it,” I whispered.“We did,” Dante said. His voice had gone soft. “She’s yours, baby.”I shook my head. Not no. Just I can’t. I can’t hold this. My eyes burned. My chest hurt in that full, helpless way.“I don’t… I don’t understand. Why would you— You bought me a freaking yacht.”Victor lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. He didn’t rush it. He let me shake.“This is too much.”“It's not, baby,” Dante said. “You deserve even more my love.”“I used to take the bus.”Callum, for once, stayed quiet.Cavern’s voice was gentle when he spoke. “Let yourself have it.”Joella pulled me into her side. “Lia. Breathe. Your n
Lia’s POVThat night, I slept in the arms of my husbands.It still felt strange to think the word. Husbands. Both of them. But it was true. Victor’s chest was warm against my back. I could feel every slow breath he took. Dante’s hand stayed on my waist even after he fell asleep, his fingers heavy and sure, like his body had decided I wasn’t going anywhere. The sheets still smelled like us. Skin. Soap. The last of the candles. I was sore, but it made me smile into the pillow.The room was quiet except for them. The sea moved against the rocks outside. Somewhere far off, a night insect kept the same small sound.I woke up slow.Sunlight was already on the floor, pale and clean. It reached the edge of the bed and touched my ankle. Outside, the island had started without us. Birds. Water. Dishes downstairs. A door closing. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there and let yesterday catch up to me. The vows. The rings. The way they had looked at me when they said my name. The night after.I
Lia’s POV The next thrust hit so deep I cried out around Dante’s cock. My knees slid on the wet sheet. Victor followed, never leaving me empty, pounding into that same spot until my arms shook behind my back and my thoughts broke into pieces.“Daddy— I’m going to come—”“Then come,” Victor said. He didn’t ease up. “Come on this cock while you choke on his. Give it to us.”Dante fucked my mouth in shorter, harder strokes, matching him.“Come on, sweetheart. Let go. We’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re ours. Come.”It hit me while I was full at both ends.My pussy clamped down on Victor so tight he cursed. I shook, muffled, spit on my chin, wrists caught in his hand, ass in the air, coming so hard my vision spotted. Victor fucked me through it. He didn’t stop. He used the way I squeezed him and kept slamming in, dragging the orgasm out until I was sobbing around Dante.“That’s my girl,” Victor rasped. “That’s it. Milk me. Take it.”“Fuck, I can feel her moaning on my cock,” Dante said. “
I spun around with a sharp intake of breath, my hand flying to my chest.Victor stood just a few feet away, watching me with those piercing blue eyes. He was so quiet I hadn't heard him approach at all. He'd changed since earlier—now he wore a dark suit, perfectly fitted, the kind that probably cos
When I finally got to my room, I stopped in the doorway and just stared.It was beautiful. Really, genuinely beautiful. The room was spacious and airy, with high ceilings and large windows that looked out over the water. The last light of the evening was painting the Mediterranean in shades of oran
Those blue eyes. God, those blue eyes.Up close, they were even more intense than I'd noticed from across the room. They were the kind of blue you saw in pictures of the Mediterranean—deep and clear and impossibly bright. They held a sharpness to them, an intelligence, like he was taking in everyth
Lia’s POVThe words hit me like a physical blow. Like he'd reached across the space between us and punched me in the stomach.Better than I ever did.I thought about all the times I'd tried to please him. All the times I'd gotten on my knees for him, wanting to make him feel good, wanting him to wa







