Mag-log inAdrian's POV Sitting with my legs crossed, a cigarette clenched between my lips, I locked my gaze on the traitor across from me. He bowed his head, blood soaking his body, the sight of him resembling a man already halfway to the grave. “Please Boss... I didn’t intend to do this, forgive me,” he pleaded, earning a derisive scoff that slipped from my lips as I flicked away the cigarette and rose to my feet. Staring down at him, I snarled, “You know how I run this empire. I don’t tolerate betrayers, and I don’t hand out second chances!” My eyes signaled Roland, my right-hand man. I didn’t need to speak before he hauled the bastard away. I heard his shriek as he begged desperately. “Your lord...” his voice rang before it dissolved into silence. This was my clan, and I ruled my business with an iron fist. Yes, I was neck-deep in dirty dealings passed down through generations. It didn’t take long for Roland to return, this time with a suitcase, opening it before me.
Olivia's POV The day I had awaited all my life, the day I had dreamt of, craved, and longed for finally arrived. And here I stood at the altar with the man I cherished most. Behind us was my family. I spotted Jenna cheering, Miss Bianca present as my relative, and a few trusted employees and close friends of Christian. I swallowed as tears shimmered at the edge of my eyes. The priest’s voice rang out, “Do you, Christian Hayes, take Olivia Bennett as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” My eyes locked on Christian’s. “Yes, I do.” He murmured. Then the priest repeated the vow for me. A single tear slid down my cheek as I whispered, “I do.” “You may kiss the bride.” At that, Christian bent and pressed his lips to mine in a slow, gentle kiss. We pulled away, and as we turned to walk down the hall, people gathered, showering us with congratulations and gifts
Jenna's POV Even after I visited his house that day, he was no longer there. All traces of him had vanished, but he left a single note as though he knew I would come find him again. My finger brushed over the paper. "I am setting you free, Jenna, just like you always wanted." My heart clenched. It had been days, almost a week, and the ache still struck every damn time. Drawing a sharp breath, I crumpled the paper and slowly tore it apart. Maybe we weren’t destined to be. Maybe this was karma for all the hearts I had shattered. I had wept and secluded myself for days. However, I realized it was time to let go. Tomorrow's my favorite people’s wedding, and I had to be there for them, to rejoice with them. With that thought, I rose to my feet, grabbed my bag, and headed out, driving straight to Liv’s apartment. When I arrived, she pushed the door open. She didn’t even allow me to speak before she wrapped her arms around me. “Oh my baby, I thought I wouldn’t see you to
Olivia It didn’t take long before Christian arrived at my apartment. The moment he stepped inside, I crashed into his warm embrace. His fingers glided through my hair with tenderness. “Did you miss me that much?” he asked. I lifted my head from his chest and batted my lashes innocently at him. “I missed you terribly,” I whispered with a smile. His hand slid to my cheek, cradled it gently, and planted a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, yesterday was my final day at work because tomorrow we have plenty of things to do,” he added. My lips twitched. The days were running faster than expected. Our wedding was scheduled for the coming weekend. I sighed deeply. “I still have plenty of things to handle,” I added as I stepped away from him and settled on the couch. “I am here to assist if it feels overwhelming. Besides, I will arrange for a designer to stop by tomorrow.” My eyes sparkled because I had been pondering how to manage it. Jenna, who was supposed to assist me, was sti
Olivia's POV “I don’t know what you’re saying, Aunty. She crossed the line, moreover this is between her and her fiance, they should leave me out of their mess!” I snapped as I ended the call. Tossing my phone aside, I grabbed the popcorn. The nerve to call me and ask me to sponsor her daughter's marriage. At this point, I didn’t care what Sophie did with her life. I believed we should remain this way, and I cherished the fact that Jenna had made them sever all ties with us. At least with this, I would have peace of mind. I hummed softly until the sound of my phone ringing again made me groan before I picked it up. I paused, seeing Michael’s name flashing on the screen. A heavy sigh slipped my lips before answering. To be honest, I expected him to act shamelessly or behave like Ethan and Sophie. Yet the other side of the line was silent, making my brow crease in confusion. “Hello,” I murmured. “I’m sorry,” were the first words that echoed. I blinked hard.
Jenna's POV The more I fought against it, the more my body betrayed me. Before I realized it, I found myself kissing him back slowly. What began as a gentle kiss turned into something passionate and consuming. This was not merely about him using me. Even if we fucked, we were adults, and it still did not alter the situation between us. The thought made my pussy walls tightened as my fingers curled around his neck. I drew him closer while my tongue devoured his mouth. Trust me, I was an excellent kisser who knew exactly how to ignite the desires with my mouth. I sucked on his lower lip, my teeth grazing it softly. Suddenly, he pulled away. “Fuck, Jenna,” he cursed as he trailed kisses from my chin down to my neck. “This is just sex, nothing more, Adrian. I want to make that clear. Just because I accepted this does not change anything,” I whispered, with my eyes closed to the sensation of having his finger flickered on my nipple. He moved back slightly, eyes pierced mine. “At
OLIVIA My breath caught. “What’s the issue?” I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible. Jenna sat on the bed. “You didn't tell me you got drugged last night?” she said, her voice heavy with concern. Relief fluttered inside me like a caged bird. I had thought she heard my moan or discovered
OLIVIA “You sure this isn’t what you want?” Christian whispered as his hand fisted my hair, using it to pull me back. Then he slammed hard into my pussy.“Argghhh… fuck,” I gasped.He spanked my ass lightly. “Now, while I do like you moaning my name like a bitch in heat,” he murmured, his lips bru
OLIVIA My heart thumped hard as I watched him grab my hand.Taking his tie from the table, he bound my hands together above my head and then fastened them to the bed frame.My breath hitched as his gaze drifted to my pussy. My legs subconsciously tried to close, but his sharp eyes snapped to me li
OLIVIAMy chest rose and fell, as his finger slid beneath my chin, lifting my face up until my eyes met his.Forcing down the invisible lumps in my throat. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, using my slightly trembling hand to slap his finger away.I stood abruptly and escaped into t







