Ariane— I do not intend to lose my money, she said firmly, placing her manicured hands on the glass table. I do not invest my money just anywhere. So listen carefully: every December 20th, I will transfer your profits… if you accept my conditions.Philippe stares at her, suspicious.— And what are your conditions? he asks, his voice full of distrust.— For each investment, I take 45% of the profits. On December 20th, every year. Is that clear?Marco, shocked, widens his eyes.— Forty-five percent? Why so much? You just accepted 37% for your darling!Ariane glares at him.— Are you an idiot or what? You just said “my darling”! Do you think I will apply the same percentages to my baby as to you? He is my man. You are partners. The difference is huge.AuracioWhen she says that… oh my. They’ve lost me. She catches me with just one word. Just one word and I’m hers. My heart pounds. I try to keep my composure, but inside, I’m melting. How does she manage to make me miss her even when she’
ArianeI look at him. His eyes are closed, his breath still uneven, lost in the ecstasy of what we just experienced. Lying on the wrinkled sheets, he resembles a teenager who has just discovered carnal pleasures for the first time. His relaxed, almost innocent face contrasts with the raw power he usually exudes. He seems young, vulnerable, blossoming… and all of this is thanks to me. This satisfaction I read in his eyes is my work. A proud smile forms on my lips. Yes, I am proud. Proud to make him feel this way, to bring a man as powerful as him to his knees.AuracioDamn… this woman is going to be the death of me.She is perfect. Too perfect. Every gesture, every word, every sigh from her makes me more addicted. She is a sweet poison, a fire that I let consume me. Ariane is not just the woman I desire; she is the one I have always waited for. Her strength, her boldness, her sensuality. She is my soulmate, I am sure of it. No matter the world around us, when I am with her, it disappea
Ariane"Charity begins at home," the saying goes... and I understand why. This phrase must have been invented for women like me. Yes, I love myself. And I fully own it. Every glance at me tonight reminds me of that. These men can't help it: their eyes cling to my curves like a promise. And yet, they know. Auracio is here.He wraps his arm around my waist confidently and leads me to our table. A gesture that says it all: she is mine. I let him do it, even though I don't like this overt possessiveness. We are together; there's no need to prove it to everyone.We take our seats. The attentive waiters bring us the menus. One of them stares at me a little too long, and Auracio doesn’t hesitate for a second."What are you looking at, huh? Do you want to lose your eyes?"The waiter, caught off guard, looks down."Excuse me, sir... your menus."He sets down the menus, clearly flustered, then retreats under Auracio's murderous gaze. If looks could kill, that man would already be lying on the f
Ariane— Hello everyone, as he said so well, I am the hostess, but everything related to organization or decoration, talk to my sister who is here. I am busy doing... something else, let's say.I wink at Auracio, who, of course, flashes that familiar smirk that I know all too well. The kind of smile that says "I'm going to make you pay for this provocation tonight." Perfect. I love this little game.— Come here, Irina, he says. Ariane, I present to you my governess. She has been working with me for years, I hope you two will get along well.I extend my hand with a smile.— Hello Irina, nice to meet you.— Thank you very much, Ariane, it will be a pleasure to work with you.— Likewise, but please, no "madam" between us. I’m the same age as your daughter, you can call me Ariane. But for the others... it's madam, of course.She laughs softly. She is an elegant, discreet woman, with an intelligent gaze. I like efficient people, those who don’t need to talk too much to show their worth. I
– You are going to crawl around the dining room on all fours.My voice resonates in the room like a divine, icy, indisputable command. I hold the leash, firmly wrapped around my hand. I pull it slowly, making her knees slap against the marble floor. She moves forward, humiliated, head down, tears flooding her cheeks. A trail of shame follows each of her steps.The guests watch, stunned. No one utters a word. Some look away, others are frozen in disbelief. Me? I am calm. I can finally breathe. This is my revenge. My triumph. You cannot imagine the satisfaction that devours me to see her crawling like this. This scene frees me from every image that has haunted me since that cursed day when I discovered them together, naked like two traitors in a room stolen from my honor.She circles the table in a heavy silence, humiliation choking her with every breath. When she returns to my feet, I look down at her, chin raised, sovereign.— I pity you, you know. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice
ArianeI advance with a slow, feline step, like a lioness about to pounce on her prey. Each click of my heels on the floor echoes in the room like a warning. My gaze is burning, but with a cold, venomous burn. She, the little idiot at my feet, tries to look away. Too late. Far too late.I stop a breath away from her, leaning slightly.— Do you know why he didn’t call you? I ask softly. My voice is gentle, velvety, almost caressing… But it cuts like a cold blade.She doesn’t answer, but I see her throat tighten.— It’s because he is in a relationship with me. Now do you understand why I asked you that question? Why I look at you like you’re nothing?She trembles. Her hands tremble. Her whole body freezes.— Yes, ma’am… I understand. Please… don’t hit me again…She almost makes me laugh. Pity? What pity? I’m not here to feel sorry for her.I raise an eyebrow, straightening slowly.— Do you think you have the right to speak?I raise my hand without warning, and my palm slaps against her