FAZER LOGINShe nodded. “But he was under the influence of hard drugs when he did it. Still, I don’t blame the boy for hating the whole family. He lost both parents right in front of him.” Rosa’s voice softened. “Even as he pretended to be at peace with them, Ricardo knew the boy was planning his murder. And he accepted that fate… because he loved his best friend. He mourned him for years. He almost took his own life from the guilt of failing as a father. He blamed himself for Andres’ behavior, and ever since, he’s been careful with the more dangerous deals. But no matter how hard he tries to make it up to Tarzan, that poor boy will never get his parents back.” She stroked my hair tenderly. “I’m sure your words about not caring for his parents cut him deeply.” “I know I shouldn’t have said it,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I just… I didn’t know how to make him leave me alone, so I hurt him instead. I was careless. I shouldn’t have—” “You are not to blame,” Rosa interrupted gently, pulling
LENA'S POV The moment Tarzan left the kitchen, the dam inside me shattered. A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. My legs buckled. I gripped the edge of the counter, but it wasn’t enough to hold me up. Tears blurred my vision as harsh, ugly cries ripped out of me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, desperate to muffle the sound, but it only made the sobs worse—raw, broken, and uncontrollable. “Lena?” Chef Rosa’s voice came from the doorway after the soft beep of her scan. She took one look at me and her eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, sweetheart… are you okay?” She rushed over, her footsteps quick on the tiled floor. “I’m okay,” I choked out, even as fresh tears streamed down my face. My shoulders shook violently. I wasn’t fooling anyone. “You are not okay,” she said firmly. She wrapped a gentle arm around my waist and guided me toward the small staff table in the corner. “Come, sit down before you fall.” The second I reached the chair, my knees gave out. I c
She finally spoke. “Honestly, I’m focusing on myself. I think this breakup is for the best. You can move on, Tarzan. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.” “You don’t know how dangerous they are,” I pleaded, still on my knees. “They raised you,” she replied coldly, her knife slicing through another onion with mechanical precision. “If they were that dangerous, they would’ve killed you already. Rosa told me everything about the Ricardo family—their parents, their grandparents. I know exactly what I’m getting into. I’ve made my decision. I’m where I want to be. I have Rosa… I do what I love… and I’m okay with it. I don’t want every part of my life tied to a man.” My chest constricted, the air suddenly too thick to breathe. “And him?” My voice came out hoarse. “He’s also a man. You just agreed to be with him.” “Yes. I did.” She didn’t even hesitate. “He’s the only man who ever cared enough to ask about my dreams… and he didn’t waste time making them come true.” The wo
I pulled myself together and turned fully toward him, anger and betrayal burning through my veins. “And who exactly deserves me? You?” I spat. “Tarzan, I—” “I reject it,” I cut him off coldly. “Whatever it is you feel for me, I don’t want it.” Damon’s eyes widened in surprise, then he scoffed. Pain flashed across his face. “You should at least hear me confess my feelings before you reject me.” “Why should I?” My voice rose, raw with fury. “I trusted you. You knew how much I loved her, yet you stabbed me in the back just to tear us apart. You were my best friend.” “I didn’t betray you because I was jealous of Lena,” he said, his voice low. “I know you could never love me the way you love her. I accepted the position as Andres’ aide so I could get information—anything that could protect you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh really? So you knew about how I was attacked by his men—my own men—and did nothing? You didn’t even warn me?” “I wasn’t aware. If I had been, it never would’
*I needed to get her away from him. I had to.* Before I could push away from the table, Chef Rosa stepped in and gently pulled Lena from Andres’ embrace. “I think that’s enough, young master,” she said firmly. “The hug is making her uncomfortable. She may not say it, but I will. Remember your promise?” Andres smirked, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Of course. I will do anything for her.” “What is going on here?” Lord Ricardo asked, eyes narrowing. “Andres, do you know the new chef?” “How do you think she came here in the first place?” Andres replied smoothly. “She’s the woman I’m interested in.” Keisha burst out laughing. “Sorry, but she’s older than you.” “Two years is nothing,” Andres shot back. “I’m more of a man than any she’s ever had in her life.” “You love her?” Seraphina asked,making a face. “Yes,” Andres declared, turning to his father. “And I want a serious relationship with her. Father, do I have your blessing?” “Have you even talked to L
My fingers curled so tightly beneath the table that my nails bit into my palms. Every instinct screamed at me to pull her up, to shield her from their stares. I rose halfway, then froze. But I will only put her in danger by exposing everything because one more step, they would all know that Lena wasn't just some desperate applicant to me. She was the woman who had stolen my sleep, my sanity, my heart. "My lord…" Lena whispered, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, each drop a small dagger aimed at my chest. "Please… I need this job. I have nowhere else to go." Her voice cracked. “I know I don’t have experience, but I’ll work harder than anyone here. I’ll learn. Just give me one chance. I promise I won’t fail you… please.” Chef Rosa hurried over. “Lena, get up,” she whispered, reaching for her. Lena shook her head gently and kept crying, knees pressed to the floor. The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, their whispers sharp in the heavy silence. "Tarzan.." Lor
LENA'S POVAfter eating and taking a long, soothing bath, I slipped into bed beside Tarzan. For a while, I just watched him. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face completely relaxed in a way that made my heart ache with tenderness.I fought the growing urge to wake him, because th
Lena looked up."…Coco?"Standing near the elevator was Coco—except not entirely Coco. She was dressed in a black suit and looked more like a bodyguard.Lena's face asked the question she was afraid to voice."You may address me as Damon."Lena blinked slowly, still trying to process while her thig
Then she suddenly rose higher, planting her hands firmly on my chest for leverage, and started bouncing. Up and down. Up and down. Her tight, chubby pussy gripped me like a hot, dripping vice with every rise and fall. "Fuuuuck—!" I groaned, the sound ripping from deep in my throat. Her soft ass
Lena bit her lower lip hard, her brows furrowed in concentration and pleasure.A thin sheen of sweat already glistened on her flushed skin as she rocked her hips in tiny circles, working me deeper.“Haaah… haaaah… It’s so thick…” she whimpered, her voice shaky. “I can feel you pushing against my de







