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Bruised but not broken

Author: Riyahsecret
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-06 15:45:53

Back in my apartment,

The lock clicked behind me as I stumbled into my penthouse, blood drying at my temple, ribs aching, adrenaline finally fading.

I kicked the door shut with the back of my boot, letting the silence soak into my bones. My coat slid off, heavy with dust and battle, revealing the bruises already blooming beneath my clothes.

The ghost of Clarissa’s betrayal clung to my skin. But I was alive and that was the part that mattered.

I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water with trembling hands—and nearly dropped it when the door burst open.

“Lovia!” a voice echoed in the room.

I turned around sharply with a gasp. It was Shane. He was panting, wild-eyed, wearing a hoodie over hospital scrubs like he didn’t even stop to think. Just ran.

He took one look at me—my busted lip, my torn sleeve, the smear of blood on my collar, and his entire body went rigid.

“What the fuck happened?” he growled, stalking toward me like a man on the edge of violence.

“I’m fine,” I
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  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Trade

    The city lights blurred into streaks as I drove back from Eclipse, the burner phone buzzing in my clutch like a live wire. Shane’s text glowed on the screen: Home yet? Need you. Simple words, but they carried the weight of his worry—and his hunger. I smiled, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. The flash drive from Nadia burned a hole in my thoughts. If it was legit, we’d have Alejandro by the balls. If not… well, that’s why I had Victor’s video as backup. The mayor’s secret moans echoed in my mind, a weapon sharper than any blade.I pulled into the loft’s garage, the engine’s rumble dying as I killed the ignition. The space was dim, concrete walls echoing my heels as I headed for the elevator. My mind raced ahead—verifying the intel, looping Shane in, planning the hit. Four nights. That’s all we had to turn their tip into Alejandro’s nightmare.The door clicked open, and there he was: Shane, shirtless in low-slung sweats, leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of w

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Meeting

    LOVIA’S POV:The VIP lounge at Eclipse felt like a velvet-lined trap: low amber lighting, leather booths that swallowed sound, the faint pulse of jazz curling around cigar smoke and expensive perfume. I sat in the corner booth with my back to the wall, legs crossed, martini glass cradled loosely in one manicured hand. Evelyn Pierce—blonde wig flawless, pearls glowing against my throat, black dress cut just low enough to distract without screaming desperation. The perfect mask.They arrived separately, like cautious animals testing the water.Nadia first. Tall, raven-haired, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. The red dress clung to her like a warning. She slid in across from me, diamond choker flashing as she leaned forward. “Ms. Pierce. Thank you for coming.”“Evelyn, please,” I said, voice smooth, cultured. “And thank you for the invitation. I’m always interested when powerful people want to rewrite the rules.”Marcus Hale next—mid-sixties, silver hair slicked back, bespoke sui

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    Caught in the Act

    LOVIA’S POV The loft still hummed with the aftermath of our night—sweat-slicked sheets tangled on the bed, the faint scent of sex lingering in every corner like a secret we couldn’t erase. Shane dozed beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that always grounded me after chaos. But peace was a lie in our world. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the unknown number flashing like a warning. I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly before answering.“Evelyn Pierce,” I said, my voice pitched higher, softer—the polished accent of the socialite disguise I’d worn to the gala. No one knew Lovia and Evelyn were one and the same. Not yet.A woman’s voice came through, husky and cautious, with a faint Eastern European lilt. “Ms. Pierce? This is Nadia. We met at the gala—briefly. You were... intriguing.”I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection: mussed

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    My ride or Die

    LOVIA’S POV :The drive back from the warehouse was a blur of neon lights and throbbing veins. Shane’s hand never left my thigh, fingers digging in like he owned every inch of skin…and he did. The SUV hummed beneath us, engine purring like a beast barely leashed, but the real storm brewed inside. Adrenaline crashed through me, hot and electric, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on my gloves and the faint smoke clinging to our clothes. We’d hit them hard, left bodies cooling and flames roaring. Alejandro’s text: “You’re dead. Both of you.“ still lit up Shane’s phone on the dash, a promise we’d turn back on him tenfold.But right now? War could wait. Victory tasted like hunger.Shane pulled into the underground garage of our loft, tires squealing softly on concrete. He killed the engine, and for a beat, we sat in silence, breaths syncing, the air thick with unspoken need. His eyes met mine in the dim glow of the dashboard—dark, feral, promising everything.“Inside,” he growled

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The Furious Fucks

    ALEJANDRO’S poVThe penthouse reeked of stale cigar smoke and the faint, metallic tang of blood from last week's interrogation. I paced the marble floors like a caged lion, my phone clenched in my fist so tight the screen might crack. The city sprawled below me through the floor-to-ceiling windows—New York, my kingdom, glittering like a whore dressed in diamonds. But tonight, it mocked me. Everything mocked me.That bitch Lovia and her lapdog Shane. They thought they could hit my warehouse, slaughter my men, and send me pictures like some amateur taunt? I stared at the screen again, the images burned into my retinas: bodies twisted in pools of their own blood, YBA tattoos smeared crimson, and that final shot—boots in the gore, feminine legs spattered with red. Hers. Had to be. The fire in the background, my product going up in flames. Millions torched. And the message: “Your men are dead. Your product is ash. Next time it’s you.“I hurled the phone across the room. It smashed ag

  • Fifty Shades Of Lovia    The attack

    LOVIA’S POV:The night tasted like rust and gasoline.We moved through the industrial district like ghosts, two shadows stitched together by moonlight and bad intentions. Shane drove the matte-black SUV with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh, thumb stroking the seam of my tactical pants like he needed the reminder that I was still breathing and still his.I wore black from throat to boots: fitted cargo pants, a cropped tactical vest that left my midriff bare because I liked the way the cold bit my skin and kept me sharp, and a holster strapped low on each thigh. My hair was braided tight against my skull, nothing for anyone to grab. Shane looked like death’s favorite son: black hoodie pulled up, gloves, the lower half of his face wrapped in a matte balaclava that only left his eyes visible, cold, arctic and lethal.We killed the headlights two blocks out and coasted the rest of the way on momentum and silence. The warehouse squatted ahead of us, ugly concrete b

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