LOGINMy 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
I knew she was at Ricardo's mansion, but I never expected to see her this soon. And she was unharmed. No bruises. No cuts. No fear in her eyes. The image I had carried in my mind ever since Andres took her—the broken, battered Lena from my nightmares—shattered the moment I saw her standing beside Chef Rosa. My throat tightened as her eyes found mine. Shock flickered across her face. For a second, she simply stared, as though she couldn't believe I was standing there. She looked around as if she was hallucinating too. But I was glad she didn't react in way that will draw attention and make them suspect that we know each other. That's if that bastard Andres said nothing about it. "Chef Rosa is here," Keisha announced cheerfully pulling me back from my thoughts. Chef Rosa smiled. "Thank you for the announcement, little Lady Keisha." "I'm not little anymore." "I'm sorry, but to me you'll always be a baby." She replied. Keisha frowned back. "I said don't ca
TARZAN'S POV After the visit to the estate’s clinic, Lord Ricardo invited me to dinner. I refused at first—I couldn’t stomach the thought of sitting in the same room as that fool Andres. But the fear that he might mention Lena to the entire family gnawed at me. I had no choice but to accept. The moment I stepped into the dining hall, the air felt colder than I remembered. Or maybe the chill was coming from inside me. Every step toward the table sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. The stitches the doctor had just finished sewing pulled tight with every breath, and my left arm throbbed beneath the fresh bandages. I lowered myself into the chair as carefully as I could, jaw clenched. Directly across from me sat Andres. A black shirt hid the bruises I’d given him, but the white bandage across his broken nose was impossible to miss. His split lip had already begun to darken, yet he still wore that same smug, victorious smile. Like he’d won. Damon stood silently behind
LENA’S POVTonight, I would finally meet the entire family.Chef Rosa had spent the afternoon drilling me on how to serve each member properly and how to answer any questions they might throw my way. But the part that excited me most was that they would be tasting one of my very own dishes.I dipped the spoon into the sauce, tasted it, and smiled to myself. I had poured my heart into this recipe. I hoped they would love it.“Lena?”I turned around. Chef Rosa stood there in a crisp new chef uniform that made her look both professional and elegant.“Chef Rosa… you look beautiful in the new uniform.”She blinked, then smiled warmly. “Thank you. You’ll be wearing one too. We’re heading up to the main mansion to serve your meal.”I let out a shaky breath. “I’m so nervous…”She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be. You have real talent, Lena. With my guidance, you have nothing to fear.”“Thank you, Chef.”I was tempted to ask if she could recommend a good culinary school. I wanted
The heavy gates clanged shut behind Bella, Mitch's niece as she followed the correctional officer down the narrow, fluorescent-lit hallway of the county jail. The air smelled of bleach and stale sweat.She had never imagined she would one day visit a relative behind bars.The man she had once admired was now charged with brutally assaulting a nineteen-year-old pregnant girl. A girl he had been secretly sleeping with for months.Bella tightened her grip on her handbag, her knuckles whitening.*This doesn’t sound like Uncle Mitch. This has to be Lena’s fault. She changed him. If he hadn’t married her, none of this would have happened.*The video had gone viral across every social media platform. The girl’s swollen, bloodied face. Her torn, bloodstained clothes. The caption claimed Mitch had demanded she abort their baby because he refused to let his wife find out about the affair. When the girl refused, he had nearly beaten her to death.Bella exhaled shakily.*I hope there’s still some
The doors burst open with a violent crash.A swarm of security guards flooded into the room, weapons drawn. They moved with practiced precision, seizing Tarzan from behind and wrenching his arms behind his back. He thrashed violently, still straining toward Andres, but more bodies piled on, driving him down to one knee.His chest heaved, muscles coiled with unspent fury. Blood dripped steadily from his torn hand onto the polished floor."Get your hands off me!" Tarzan roared.Andres rose slowly, a smirk twisting his bloodied lips as he flexed his aching jaw.Lord Ricardo entered the room with Keisha close behind him. They took in the scene: Andres’s bruised forehead, broken nose, and swollen cheek; Tarzan’s bleeding arm, stark and raw beneath the torn bandage.Keisha looked as bewildered as the guards—unsure which young master they were meant to protect."Take your hands off him right now!" she snapped. "What is going on?"The guards immediately released Tarzan and stepped back, heads
Back inside, the house felt colder and lonelier than ever before. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees tightly to my chest as fresh tears slipped down my cheeks. The silk nightgown did nothing to ward off the chill that had settled deep into my bones.My mind replayed the moment on an endless, t
“You said we could go slow!” I fired back, my voice rising with desperation and anger. “You told me yourself that you understood how hard it would be for me to let go of Mitch. And now you’re losing it over mistaken name?” He paused at the door, his broad shoulders rigid. When he turned to look a
"Are you ready?"He grinned mischievously.I nodded, my cheeks burning.Then my heart skipped.Am I really, really ready?I am going to have sex with Tarzan?He released my wrists with that silent, commanding look—keep them there—and I obeyed, fingers twisting into the sheets above my head.My ches
I cupped his jaw, forcing him to look straight into my eyes. "You think I'm a child? I know what the fuck I want when I say you should fuck me. Stop hesitating and give me what I asked for. Don't hold back—fuck me like you've always wanted to. Fill me..." The words barely left my mouth before he c







