LOGINIt was already ten in the morning, yet Lyra remained curled beneath the soft covers of their bed, the curtains only half-drawn as gentle sunlight filtered into the room, casting a warm, quiet glow across the space. The stillness lingered, peaceful, undisturbed…..until a soft, measured knock broke through it.“Miss Lyra,” Yani’s voice called from outside, calm but firm. “You need to wake up now. The dress for Saturday’s gala has arrived for fitting, and you still have reports and notes to finish before Monday.”Inside, Lyra stirred faintly, her brows knitting as her eyes slowly opened, heavy with sleep. Everything felt sluggish…..her limbs, her thoughts, even the air around her seemed thick and slow. She turned her head lazily toward the other side of the bed, her gaze instinctively searching.Empty.Elias was already gone.For a moment, she simply stared at the space he left behind, her expression unreadable, something quiet passing through her eyes before she exhaled softly and force
Lyra leaned back slightly, her eyes still fixed on the screen as she waited, the silence on the other end stretching just long enough to feel deliberate. A full minute passed, but she didn’t rush it. Patience was part of control. “Thinking…” she murmured softly to herself, her fingers idly tapping once against the desk.A faint smirk tugged at her lips.“Or you already have someone in mind.” Right on cue, the reply appeared.S: Who?Lyra’s gaze shifted back to the profile displayed on her monitor, the man’s image staring back at her, composed, unreadable, almost too controlled. The kind of face that didn’t reveal anything, yet suggested everything. Dangerous. Calculated. Someone who moved without hesitation.Her fingers moved.UNKNOWN USER: Your secret admirer. The man with the obsidian eyes.She watched the message send, her gaze lingering a second longer than necessary. For a brief moment, curiosity surfaced, how someone like Sia got entangled with someone like him. But just as qui
Lyra was pulled back to the more immediate concern….her dress. Three gowns stood before her, each elegant, each carefully chosen, yet none quite right. She observed them in silence, her gaze sharp, assessing not beauty but function.“I don’t want anything tight around the legs,” she said plainly. “I need to move freely if something happens.”Yani nodded at once, fingers already moving across her tablet. “Understood.”Camelle stepped closer, studying the designs with a more critical eye. She circled one of the mannequins, then another, her expression slowly tightening. “Then none of these work as they are,” she said honestly.Lyra didn’t argue. “Exactly.”Silence settled between them as they all considered the problem. It wasn’t about appearance anymore, it was about survival dressed as elegance.Then Camelle paused, something shifting in her expression. “What if we don’t choose from these?” she said, turning back to Lyra.Lyra lifted her gaze slightly. “Explain.”Camelle picked up one
Inside Lyra’s glass office, the atmosphere had shifted from quiet calm to focused tension. Yani, Rane, Sylas, and Korin were gathered around her desk, documents and digital layouts of the upcoming gala spread across the surface. The event was set for this Saturday, the exclusive gathering aboard the Grande Crow, a luxury ship owned by Liam, a man whose name alone carried danger. The auction would begin at 7, and once the vessel sailed into open sea, there would be no easy return.Sylas tapped the screen, bringing up the ship’s structure. “Security is tighter than expected. Multiple checkpoints before boarding. After that, everything is under Liam’s control.”Korin leaned back slightly, arms crossed. “So once we’re inside, we’re essentially locked in with him.”Rane exhaled slowly, eyes still on Lyra. “Beatrice and Serene already met with Liam. They’re coordinating something… an escape route if things go south.”Lyra didn’t respond immediately. Her fingers traced the edge of the table,
Elias pushed the door open quietly, careful not to make a sound as he stepped inside. In his hands were warm plates of breakfast, the faint aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread filling the room.But the moment his eyes landed on the bed, he paused.Lyra had fallen asleep again.She was curled slightly under the soft sheets, her hair spread across the pillow like silk, her breathing slow and peaceful. The morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her delicate features.Elias exhaled quietly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.“Still the same…” he murmured under his breath.He walked over to the terrace and placed the food carefully on the small table, then returned and sat at the edge of the bed beside her. For a moment, he simply watched her this cold, untouchable woman everyone feared, now looking so soft, so defenseless.As if sensing his presence, Lyra stirred.Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened half-lidded, still heavy with sleep.“You’r
Elias smiled against her skin as he listened to Lyra's needy moans. He increased the speed and pressure of his tongue and fingers, driving her steadily closer to climax. His free hand wrapped around her hip, holding her in place while his mouth worked relentlessly on her body. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the room as she convulsed around him, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his tongue and fingers.Elias pulled back slightly to watch her face, captivated by the expression of raw ecstasy that spread across it. Panting heavily, Lyra turned her head away from him while he threw off his pants and underwear.His manhood was impressive, standing tall and thick against his abdomen, coated in a shimmering sheen of sweat. The head glistened as it pointed toward her, the slightest movement of air causing it to twitch slightly, promising more pleasure to come. Unable to resist any longer, Lyra reached out tentatively and wrapped her hand around him, marveling at how solid he f
Elias sat beside Lyra after a while, the two of them sinking into silence in the study room. From downstairs, faint traces of laughter and noise still drifted upward, but here, everything felt hushed, intimate.Lyra glanced at Elias from the corner of her eye. She knew he was handsome, sometimes im
Meanwhile....Lyra sat in her office, high in the eastern wing of the house. The room was quiet now, Yani and the Shadow dismissed hours ago. Only the sound of the sea pressed faintly against the tall glass windows, the waves breathing steadily in the night.The black envelope rested on the table i
Elias pushed open the front door, loosening the last of his tie as he stepped inside. The faint scent of tea and something sweet drifted from the living room.There she was. Lyra sat curled up on the sofa, a plate of mooncakes on the table beside her, nibbling quietly as if the world outside didn’t
Night clung to Vale Tower like a cloak. From the highest floor, the city below spread out in ribbons of light, cars crawling like sparks across the veins of steel and glass. The office was quiet except for the low hum of the air vents and the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall.Elias sat be







