A forbidden love story between two hearts yearning for love . Faced with lies and deception Vincent is torn between fighting for his love and the promise he made to his dying father.. Lisa falls in love with her married boss and gets pregnant for him now she will face the consequences of the forbidden....
View MoreA week after the tragic incident Mr Lucas woke from his coma. The moment he recalled what had happened that night, pain crushed his heart.
His wife- oh his dear Elsa was gone. He had lost her. He couldn't save her. The grief was unbearable and before he could process it all, darkness consumed him again, pulling him back into coma... Two days later, his eyes slowly opened. As he looked around, he saw his son, Vincent, and his trusted nanny madam Mary, asleep beside him. He tried to clear his throat, his weak voice barely a whisper. Vincent stirred, raising his head the moment he saw his father awake, he burst into tears, throwing himself into his arms.. Madam Mary rushed to his bedside asking if he needed anything. Lucas gave them a weak smile before gently asking his son to step out for a moment. Vincent hesitated but obeyed, walking out of the room with a heavy heart. Once they were alone, Lucas turned to madam Mary, his expression grave. "Take care of my boy," he said... Mary shook her head refusing to accept his words. "Sir please don't say that. You will be fine. You have to be strong for Vincent." But Lucas held her hand firmly, his eyes pleading " promise me Mary. Look after my son. Guide him protect him and treat him like he were your own." Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded " I promise." Lucas sighed in relief before continuing, " There's one more thing. My friend James... He risked his life to save me and Elsa. I owe him everything. Please make sure my son marries his only daughter. It's the only way I can repay him as it is.. Ensure that he takes care of her and her family." Mary swallowed hard but nodded " I will see to it." Vincent was brought back into the room Madam Mary had left to get them food. How are you. Dad? he asked, his voice trembling with fear. He didn't want to loose his father too. His mother was already gone she had left him alone with his father. His father was all he had left. Lucas looked at his son, eyes filled with sorrow and urgency. " Promise me son," he said, his voice weak but firm . " promise me you will be strong for your mother, for yourself and for the company. It's your responsibility now." Tears streamed down Vincent' s face. " Dad please don't talk like this, you can't leave me too please Dad." But Lucas continued, gripping his son's hand. " Promise me that you will take care of her, that you will marry her, love her, and never leave her side no matter what. I owe her father this. Please son promise me you would do this for me... Vincent was sobbing now. Confused and broken. " Yes, Dad , I promise. promise. But, who is she? who are you talking about?" Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling... From the corner of the room, Mr Gorge smirked. He had been eavesdropping the entire time. Greed flickered in his eyes.. Lucas had intended for Vincent to marry that girl, but Gorge saw an opportunity.. He would twist the truth. He would make sure Vincent believed the promise was meant for his daughter. And so the lie began....Chapter 40 – Vincent’s POVShe was late.I stood by the window, the sunlight hitting my bare chest as I swirled the liquor in my glass. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Not after last night. Not after feeling her break and mold under my hands like she was made for me.And she was.The moment I touched her, claimed her, there was no turning back. Lisa was mine.My personal maid, my distraction, my obsession.I heard her footsteps long before she reached the door. She hesitated outside. Good. She should be nervous.The door creaked open.“You’re late,” I said, not turning.“I’m sorry, sir,” came her soft whisper. That voice… it could undo me if I let it.I turned, my gaze devouring her the moment our eyes met. She looked shaken, sore. There was a red mark peeking from her collar—the edge of a bruise I knew well because I had placed it there. My control slipped for a second, the image of her under me flashing across my mind.But I couldn’t let her see that.“Come here.”She walked toward me
Chapter 39 – Lisa’s POVThe sun spilled through the curtains like a quiet whisper, but I didn’t move.I lay there, skin bare under the soft sheet, my thighs still sticky, my breasts sore, and my core throbbing with the ghost of his touch. Every inch of me felt raw—marked, claimed. My body didn’t belong to me anymore. It belonged to him.Vincent.I shut my eyes, but the memory came rushing back like a wave crashing against my chest.His voice, rough and commanding.His hands, firm and unapologetic.The way his fingers sank into my flesh. The sting of his palm. The way I shattered under his control.I should be ashamed. I should be angry. But I wasn’t.All I could feel was the lingering burn of his touch and the ache between my thighs that begged for more.My fingers brushed over the faint sting on my ass, and a shiver rushed up my spine.He didn’t make love to me last night.He punished me.And I let him.I melted under him.I came.A soft moan escaped me, involuntary, as my legs pres
Chapter 38– (Vincent’s POV)She stood still, like a lamb before the slaughter. My lamb. My temptation. My undoing.“Strip.”The command was cold. Sharp. I watched the way her lips parted—either to protest or plead—but nothing came out. She simply nodded, hands shaking as they moved to unzip her provocative dress that hugged her body like a second skin.I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall, eyes locked on every slow movement. Each drag undone revealed more of her creamy skin, and my cock twitched in response, already hard with anticipation. Her gown fell to the floor. sliding down her hips and pooling around her feet like a silk offering.She stood before me in her underwear. Pure white. Lace. The same innocence she wore the day i arrived. But she wasn't innocent anymore, was she?Not after today.I moved forward slowly, like a beast approaching its prey.“Turn around.”She obeyed.I gripped her hips and bent her slightly. Her soft curves presented to me, trem
Chapter 37 – Lisa’s POV The town square was alive with a rhythm that made my heart ache in the best way. Children laughed and chased one another with ice cream dripping down their tiny fingers, street vendors called out with charming accents, and music floated from a nearby café like it was dancing on air. The scent of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries wrapped around me like a long-forgotten embrace. For the first time in a long time, I breathed. I forgot the estate. I forgot Vincent. For a moment, I was just Lisa—no titles, no commands, no lingering eyes burning into my skin. Nick parked by the curb, his arm stretching across the back of my seat as he turned to face me. “Still want to check out that bookstore?” I nodded, smiling. “Definitely.” We walked together, side by side. Not quite touching, but close enough for his warmth to seep through. I could feel him looking at me every now and then, but he didn’t say much until we reached the old bookstore nestled between two
Chapter 36– Vincent’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not because I didn’t try. I lay there all night, the ceiling above me blurry with thoughts—each one worse than the last. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying Nick’s words.“I love her, Vincent. I plan to court her.”Those exact words. Over and over. His voice kept echoing like a cursed lullaby.He wants to take what’s mine.Nick. My best friend. My brother in all but blood. I’ve known him since we were boys, since we used to sneak into the stables and bet on horses. He’s always been the charming one, the daring one. He never backed down from a challenge. And when he wanted something, he always got it.I saw the fire in his eyes when he said those words to me.He wasn’t bluffing.He meant it.He was going to pursue her—my Lisa. My little bird.But what he doesn’t know… is that I’m worse than him. I don’t just win—I destroy the competition.If he’s at war with me, then let the games begin. Because I’ll stop at nothing. Lisa is mine. I want her. I cr
Chapter 35–Lisa’s POVThe first rays of sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across my skin. I blinked slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed, but a flutter of quiet excitement stirred in my chest. Today was our day off.No trays. No uniforms. No Madam Mary breathing down our necks. Just a day to feel like myself again. Or at least pretend.I rolled onto my back, sighing deeply. My body still hummed with a strange heat from last night—the dinner, Vincent’s eyes on me, that intense command to stay away from Nick… yet no explanation. He never gave one. Just looked at me like I was already his and dared anyone to touch what belonged to him.But I wasn’t his. Was I?I sat up, brushing my fingers through my hair, trying to shake the lingering confusion. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Nick.“Morning, sunshine. I’ll be waiting outside around 9. Can’t wait to see you.”I bit my bottom lip, smiling despite myself. Nick was... easy. Sweet. Norma
Chapter 34 - Lisa's POV*The clinking of cutlery, the soft hum of idle chatter among staff, the usual sounds of the mansion, all seemed to fade into a blur as I walked toward the dining hall, heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his presence before I even stepped through the doorway. Master Vincent. He always had that effect on me—consuming, intimidating, intoxicating.Every part of my body seemed to remember what happened. What I had almost done in the bathroom some hours ago. How I have shamelessly wanted him a married man, my boss. It all played on a loop in my head, refusing to go away. My skin still tingled from the memory. My core clenched just thinking about the way he had touched me, looked at me… like he wanted to devour me. And maybe, just maybe, I had wanted that too.But now wasn’t the time. I had a job to do.I adjusted the tray in my hands and pushed the dining hall doors open, keeping my gaze low. I walked in and placed the tray on the table, doing everything I cou
CHAPTER 33 (Vincent's POV)I was in my office, trying to bury myself in the endless stack of paperwork that cluttered my desk. Numbers, reports, emails—I didn’t care. None of it could distract me. Not when the only thing invading my thoughts was her.My little bird.Lisa.Her name alone was enough to make my jaw tighten and my cock twitch in my pants. Fuck. She’s all I think of. Her soft voice, the way she walks, her curves—Jesus, those curves. I thought keeping my distance would help, that treating her coldly would kill whatever this insanity was. But it only made the hunger worse.When I see her face—so innocent, so beautiful—it takes everything in me not to pin her against the nearest wall and claim her. I want her. All of her. I want to wrap her petite figure in my arms, press her soft body against mine, kiss those full, plump lips until she's breathless. I want to whisper filthy, sweet nothings in her ear, to possess her, to make her mine in every way a man can claim a woman.Da
Chapter 32– Lisa’s POVWork passed in a blur, yet no amount of scrubbing floors or setting tables could wipe away what had happened in that man’s room. I couldn’t forget the way he looked at me—like I was something he owned, something he wanted to devour. And God help me, I didn’t want to forget.I couldn’t forget the way his large hands had wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him so roughly. I couldn’t forget the heat of his bare skin against my back. And I definitely couldn’t forget the hard length of him pressed to my ass through that barely-there towel.I might be a virgin. I might have never had a boyfriend. But I knew a dick when I felt one—and that was definitely what I felt. Huge. Hot. Heavy.Heat burned up my neck and stained my cheeks as the memory came rushing back. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way—wet, aching, needy.All because of my master.Not to brag, but I know I have a beautiful body. Clara never stops telling me. And I
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