The apartment was dim, half-lit by the flickering of the television that played silently against the wall. Liam sat hunched on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees, his expression slack. Outside, the city murmured with life, horns, footsteps, laughter, but here, it was the same silence that had settled weeks ago, thick and familiar.He let out a sigh, glancing at the door.“Out again. Of course,” he muttered.Drew had left hours ago, off to another show, working or something. Liam hadn’t bothered to ask which. He didn’t ask anymore. And truthfully, he didn’t really care. Not in the way that mattered.His phone buzzed beside him on the cushion, a sharp vibration that cut through the quiet. He ignored it at first. But curiosity tugged at him, and when he glanced down, his breath caught.Jasper: You free tonight? Let’s meet.Liam stared at the message, motionless. His first instinct was to delete it—better yet, block the number and toss the phone across the room. But his body b
She was suddenly hyper-aware of every sound, every movement. The rustle of their clothes, the clink of their belts, the heavy thud of their footsteps as they approached the bed. Each noise amplified her fear, her panic, her desperation.But it was useless. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Nothing she could say to make them change their minds.The first man reached for her, his large hands gripping her waist. She tried to kick out at him, but he was too strong. He easily held her down, his grip bruising on her skin."Stop," she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, just stop…"But he didn’t listen. He didn’t even flinch as she begged and pleaded with him. Instead, he simply positioned himself between her legs and forced himself inside her with one brutal thrust.Vivian arched off the bed in agony, her wrists straining against the ropes. The pain was excruciating, like being torn apart from the inside. She could feel every inch of him as he drove into her again a
Rain drizzled over the broken windshield of a rusted car, the dull glow of flickering streetlamps casting jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. The abandoned parking lot smelled of rust and wet cement–forgotten, desolate, perfect for secrets no one wanted unearthed.Vivian sat frozen in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with dread. The cold seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy grip of fear that curled around her spine."I gave it to Tasha," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I swear on my life—I handed her the flash drive myself. I didn’t keep it."The man beside her didn’t respond right away. He sat still in the darkness, a shadow wrapped in menace. Then, his voice cut through the silence—low, furious."Then where the fuck is Tasha?"Vivian swallowed hard. "I don’t know. She said she’d handle it. She was supposed to—""You keep crossing me, Vivian. Again and again.""I haven’t crossed you, I swear—"He turned to her, his voice suddenly exploding into a
Tasha’s whole body trembled–not from pain anymore, but from rage.“She’s just a child,” she said through gritted teeth.“Exactly,” Jasper replied calmly. “Which is why I’m giving you a chance.”Tasha stared at him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, tears threatening to spill—but her mind raced faster than ever.This wasn’t just about Vivian anymore.It was about her daughter.And whatever game Jasper Davenport was playing, he had just raised the stakes far higher than she ever imagined.“Everything she's doing” she said softly, “Is for her sake and that of her brother”Jasper’s eyes twitched. “Vivian has a brother.?”“You didn’t know that part, did you?”***The city sprawled beneath Adrian’s penthouse, a glittering mess of lights and secrets. Night had fallen, but sleep was a stranger to him. He paced the length of his office like a lion in a cage, fists shoved into his pockets, jaw tight with restrained fury.Behind him, the skyline blinked on like a taunt. In front of him, Vi
Tasha groaned as consciousness crept in. Her head throbbed like a drum, and the faint metallic scent in the air made her stomach churn.She blinked against the dim light, struggling to move—but her wrists were tied behind a metal chair, ankles bound tight. Panic jolted through her as she looked around the cold, cement-walled room. There were no windows, just one buzzing bulb dangling above her like a spotlight.Where the hell—?Then it hit her—hard and fast.A flash.Vivian.The flash drive.She’d taken it from her. Stuffed it into her purse, walked out of the café trying to look normal even though her heart was hammering.And then…Another flash. That alley. Footsteps behind her. She had turned, barely glimpsing a man’s face before the blow landed against her temple and everything went black.Her lips parted. “Shit.”“Well,” a deep, smooth voice said from the shadows, “you’re awake faster than I expected.”She whipped her head toward the sound.A man stepped out from the darkness, we
The next day Julian didn’t bother knocking this time. He stormed into his father’s office, eyes blazing, shoulders up, like he was ready to throw a punch if he had to.“You know really you could’ve at least waited for me to come back before pulling a stunt like that, I know that the bitch did fuck up and I have been warning her enough but I really don't care, I demand a divorce.” Julian snapped.His father didn’t even look up from his chair. “You mean the stunt where I cleaned up the mess you made? You're getting no divorce, I expected you to handle her better, that's why she's your godforsaken wife.”Julian slammed his palm on the desk. “I am getting a divorce, I can't deal with that bitch any more but first, where is she?”The older man raised an eyebrow. “Now you care?”“I don’t give two fucks and you and I both know that ,” Julian growled. “But this circus has gone on long enough.”His father gave a tired sigh, pushing back from the desk. “She was a liability. claiming to seek a l