FAZER LOGINISAIAH JUST WENT FULL DARK LORD MODE AND I'M TERRIFIED. When he got that call—"your wife's car exploded", something primal SNAPPED. This man went from billionaire CEO to absolute BEAST. He had Monica by the throat, ready to END her. And even when she denied it, he didn't care. The way he looked at Zella in that hospital bed, bruised and bandaged, and something inside him BROKE? This isn't the man who spanks her in boardrooms anymore. This is the man who BURNS. The man who said he'd go to prison for her. And now? Now he's got a target on his back and blood in his eyes. Whoever planted that bomb just made the biggest mistake of their life. Because Isaiah doesn't just protect what's his—he DESTROYS anyone who threatens them. And he's just getting started. The retaliation coming soon? It's going to be LETHAL.
ZellaThe sunset painted the sky in several shades.I stood at the railing of the yacht, my dress fluttering around my legs. The wind tangled in my curls, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the moment.Peace.After everything we had survived, after all the chaos and violence and near-death experiences, we had finally found peace."Beautiful, isn't it?"Isaiah's voice came from behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His chin rested on my shoulder, and we stood there together, watching the sun set."It's perfect," I murmured. "All of it."Behind us, in the bassinet we had brought on deck, Dawn slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. She was three months old now, her grey mischievous eyes twinkling whenever she was awake.She loo
IsaiahThree months later“And now, the president of the Zella Foundation. A woman who shares the pain of millions of women around the world and has created this foundation to be a special place for them. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, Mrs Zella King!”The hall was teeming with people. I stood backstage with our three-month-old daughter, Dawn cradled against my chest in her carrier, and watched my wife take the stage.Zella looked radiant. She had on a chocolate brown dress that reminded me of her eyes. I had picked it out for her to wear, specifically because of that. Her hair was pulled back, and when she stepped up to the microphone, there wasn't a trace of the frightened girl I had married a little over a year ago."Good evening," She began, her voice ringing clearly across the hall. "My name is Zella King, and I'm a survivor of sexual abuse."
IsaiahI woke to the sound of a low, guttural moan that had me instantly alert. My hands reached for my wife in the darkness, wondering if she was touching herself. The pregnancy made her incredibly ravenous.“Princess?”She gave another moan, and that did not sound like she was in pleasure."Zella?" My voice was rough with sleep. I sat up quickly and turned on the lights."What's wrong?""I think…" She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand clutching her swollen belly. "I think it's time."My heart stopped. Then, it started again, way too fast."Time?”"The baby's coming." She gave another moan, her face contorted in pain. "Isaiah, she's coming now."I was out of bed before my brain fully processed her words, fumbling for the lights, my phone, t
ZellaI had fallen asleep during the flight, exhausted from the wedding. When I woke up, we were landing somewhere on a snowy mountain."Where are we?" I asked groggily."The Swiss Alps. I have a cabin here." Isaiah helped me with my seatbelt. "It's completely secluded. No neighbors for miles. Just us so you can moan as loudly as you want when I fuck you."I blushed, following him off the plane.The cabin was beautiful and cozy. It was warm and luxurious, with a massive stone fireplace, plush furniture, and a bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley."Isaiah, this is incredible," I breathed, turning in a slow circle to take it all in."I wanted somewhere we could be completely alone." He came up behind me, his hands settling on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. "No interruptions. No threats. Just you a
IsaiahThe call had come from Police chief Morrison. When I didn't pick the call, he had sent a text.Sorry to interrupt your wedding, Mr King, but Thomas Carmichael escaped during prison transfer this morning. We're yet to find him, so I thought I would give you a heads-up.”I read the message three times, feeling cold rage settle in my chest.What on earth was wrong with the police?! How could Thomas escape?No, nothing would ruin my wedding. Nothing. I would not be starting a new phase with Zella with her father's dark presence, soiling things for us.I immediately pulled Nico and Marcus aside, informing them.Zella. He would try to come after Zella. Or Sasha. Or Oliver, though thankfully Oliver was already in Paris and unreachable.I looked back through the doorway
ZellaThe morning of my wedding day began perfectly. I woke to find Isaiah's side of the bed empty.We had decided to spend the night before apart, for a moment, I just lay there, one hand on my growing belly, feeling our daughter move.Today. We were getting married today."Good morning, Mrs. King-to-be!"Sasha burst through the door carrying a tray with breakfast.. Sophia followed close behind with a garment bag that I knew contained my wedding dress."How are you feeling?" Sophia asked, setting the dress on the chair."Nervous," I admitted. "Happy. Terrified. Excited. All of it at once.""That's exactly how you're supposed to feel. The article I read yesterday says,” Sasha set the tray on my lap and sat on the edge of the bed. "Eat. You need your strength. We have four hours to turn you in
Zella“Damn, it's really you under all that... costume or whatever you call that?” Rafael grinned. “Well, well, this is interesting.”“There's no time for this," I whispered, holding a finger to my lips and tryi
Isaiah“When a woman says no,” I roared, picking Newman off the floor so I could drive a punch into his shitty face. “She fucking means NO!”Newman choked, tried to grab my shirt, but I was bigger, stronger and pissed
Zella“I'm fine,” I sniffed, wiping my tears quickly. I hadn't been able to stop myself from crying. I had arrived about an hour ago, and everything that had happened came crashing down on me all at once. I stashed my costume in the storage clo
Zella“I can’t do it, I’m sorry, Dad.”I closed my eyes and groaned into my palms. I had been practicing telling Dad I couldn't plant the recorder like he asked. “He’s going to be so mad at me.”







