LOGINIn the past one year since my husband refused to touch me, I never cheated on him. I always waited for him to come back home from work and desire my body. I couldn't count the amount of times I got horny and sexually frustrated.
If only I had known that my husband was fucking another woman. Now my sexual tension had shot through the roof and I was horny as hell. Normally, I would be very careful about sleeping with a stranger, but the alcohol removed such hesitation. The fact that I was also approached by a peak masculine devil didn't help either. I got lost in desire. It felt like I was under a spell as I followed the man to the room. I wasn't thinking of anything except for how badly I wanted to get fucked. I didn't have the time to feel surprised when he pounced on me suddenly and began to kiss me. The hand grabbing my neck was unexpected and new to me. This man had a large and rough hand that contained possessive strength. His mouth tasted like the sweet and strong alcohol he had just drank and his breath was heavy. I got intoxicated by him. "Hmmn!" I grunted. I didn't realise when my hands rose to grab his head for a deeper kiss. I was beginning to run wild. I was getting lost in the kiss when his left hand slid to my back and grabbed my ass, making me squirm in pleasure. I felt a shiver run through my spine when the hand holding my neck slid down to my chest. He squeezed my breast with a strong grip and grunted into my mouth before pulling his face back. My breath was rough and my mouth hot as I stared into his blazing eyes. There was something dark and mischievous in those hungry eyes piercing into me and sweeping over my body. I could feel his ravaging hands caressing my body and sending waves of pleasure and longing into my brain. He grunted and took a step back, his hands finding their way to the buttons of my coat and prying them open. I watched with bated breath as I was being stripped. Uncertainty flashed through my eyes. Marco had said I was fat and ugly. What if this man thought the same? I bit my lip as my buttons came undone and the coat fell with a silent thud. Shit! I just remembered how I was actually dressed. I was wearing a lingerie underneath my coat. I actually hadn't had time or bothered to put on a regular dress. I shut my eyes while expecting the worst. After a few seconds of pause following my coat being opened, I didn't hear anything from the man in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up into his face. What I saw shook me. There was a wide devilish grin on his face and his eyes were curved in a crescent. I saw a ferocity in those eyes that made me shiver in pleasure. No man had ever looked at me that way. This man was more than pleased with what he was seeing... no, he was excited. He drew closer and picked me up with his hands behind my back and my legs like a new bride. He walked with long strides across the soft carpet and threw me on the large bed in the center of the room. I felt my heart beat faster with excitement running through my veins as he unbuttoned his shirt with lightning speed. His bare chest came into view and the sight of his perfectly sculpted abs made my pussy tingle with a slight tremor. His pants followed soon after with his boxers and I saw his impressive length that made my breath catch in my chest. #### A huge dick that stood as proud as it's owner pointed at me. I couldn't resist the immediate thought of comparing him with Marco. I came to an abrupt conclusion. 'Marco is trash. This is a real man right here.' The rest of the night passed by in a blur, but it was a night I wouldn't ever forget. The way he touched my body and fueled my desire. The way he used his tongue on my pussy. The way he fed me with his dick and his cum until my head went blank. The way he fucked me and turned my insides into mashed potato. The way he made me climax multiple times until I almost fainted from the pleasure. After hours of satisfactory and intense orgasms, we eventually slept off in each others arms. I slept with contentment like I had never felt before. I woke up the next morning to the reminder of reality. It was just before dawn so I looked at the man, he was still deep asleep with a contended smile on his lips. I picked up my lingerie and coat that had been thrown to different parts of the room and entered the shower. After cleaning up and looking tidy, I noticed he was still sleeping soundly. It was already dawn. Not wanting to make things awkward, I took some money from my pocket and put it on the bedside stand for him with a note thanking him for the night. I walked out of the hotel which was above the bar and felt the fresh air on my skin. My body was perfectly relaxed and my brain felt clear. I then realised I had nowhere to go back to. I was reminded of what Marco had done to me after all I sacrificed for him. My chest felt hot with anger and regret. I took my phone and called my brother's phone. It rang for a short while before it connected. Then I heard the annoyed tone of my elder brother. "What is it?" "Jadon, I'm sorry." This was the first thing that fell out of my lips. I hadn't spoken to my brothers in three years because I stubbornly insisted on marrying Marco despite their warnings. I could only call them now because I knew how much they loved me as their little sister. I'm sure he could see that I was genuinely sorry. He went silent for some moments before letting out a sigh. "Where are you?" Jadon asked. He was a man of few words so he went straight to the point. This was why I called him in place of Jacob. "I'm outside a bar." "Send me your location." He replied and hung up. Several minutes later, two luxurious cars parked at the bar and two men came down. Their faces were fierce, especially the second man. They were my brothers. I wondered when they got new cars despite all the ones they had before. Before my second brother could lash out at me, Jadon took me to his car and we drove off to the airport together. They were taking me out of the country for a change of environment. I looked through the window at the city below with a strong conviction in my mind. 'Marco, just you wait. I'll make you regret everything you did to me.' I swore. I was going to come back to take my revenge.~ Vivienne's POV The elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor with a quiet chime, and the sound of it felt almost too gentle for the way my heart was hammering against my ribs. I walked out into the corridor, and the smell of the hospital wrapped around me immediately, that particular mixture of antiseptic and recycled air that I had never quite gotten used to despite years of working in places exactly like this. My heels clicked against the linoleum as I moved, and I told myself to slow down, to breathe, to stop behaving like someone who had just run a marathon when in truth I had only crossed a parking lot.I had left Richard and James on the third floor. Marco was gone. That chapter of the evening, at least, had closed itself with more finality than I had expected, and somewhere beneath the residual shock of it, there was a quiet gratitude I didn't know how to hold yet. But it was a distant feeling right now. Everything was distant except for the single, consuming thought pull
~ Vivienne's POVThe chaos of movement swirled around me as medical staff appeared seemingly out of nowhere, responding to Eric's calls with efficient urgency. Lorenzo was giving instructions, his voice firm and commanding as he coordinated with Dr. Morrison who had arrived within minutes. Dante was being prepared to be moved to a different ward, one better equipped for the pre-transplant procedures that would need to begin immediately.I watched it all from my chair, feeling strangely disconnected from the scene unfolding before me. Nurses bustled around Dante's bed, checking his IV lines and monitors with practiced hands. One of them, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and graying hair pulled back in a neat bun, gently adjusted the thin white blanket covering my son, tucking it around his small frame with maternal care.Lorenzo stood beside the bed, his tall frame somehow not seeming out of place among the medical equipment and scrub-clad staff. He had removed his charcoal suit jack
~ Vivienne's POVThe tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Marco stood there, chest heaving with righteous fury, his finger still pointed accusingly at Lorenzo. The Chairman and his butler remained near the doorway, observing the scene with expressions that ranged from confused to calculating.But it was Lorenzo's reaction that caught my attention. His entire body had gone rigid, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle tick beneath his skin. The tender expression he had worn while looking at Dante vanished, replaced by something cold and dangerous."I suggest you lower your voice," Lorenzo said, his tone deadly calm. Each word was clipped and precise, carrying a threat that made the air feel heavier. "There's a sick child in this room who needs rest."Marco either didn't notice or didn't care about the warning in Lorenzo's voice. He took another step forward, his movements aggressive and territorial. "Don't tell me what to do in front of my son! You have no right
~ Vivienne's POVThe shock that coursed through my body was so intense it felt physical, like ice water had been dumped over my head. Lorenzo was here. Actually here, standing in Dante's hospital room, his presence filling the space in a way that made it hard to breathe.He had heard the rumors. That realization hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Somehow, despite all my precautions, despite all the walls I had built around this secret, the whispers had reached him. And unlike other people who might have dismissed gossip or simply been curious, Lorenzo had come himself. Had driven to this hospital, demanded to know where my son was, and walked into this room with the kind of determination that suggested wild horses couldn't have stopped him.My heart hammered against my ribcage so hard I was sure he could hear it. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too bright suddenly, highlighting every detail of this nightmare scenario with cruel clarity. Lorenzo's expensive suit, probably
~ Vivienne's POVThe sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on me as I sat beside Dante's bed, my hand wrapped around his small, cool fingers. The steady beep of the heart monitor provided a rhythmic soundtrack to my nightmare, each beep a reminder that my son was still alive, still fighting, but also still sick.So desperately sick.The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh, unforgiving glow that made everything look washed out and surreal. Dante's face on the white pillow was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he slept fitfully under the influence of the pain medication they had given him. Dark lashes that were so like mine rested against cheeks that had lost the healthy flush of childhood in just a matter of hours.How could everything have changed so quickly?Dr. Morrison's words from earlier still echoed in my mind, each syllable a fresh wound. Leukemia. Advanced. Bone marrow transplant. Rare blood type.After he had delivered that devastating diagnosis
~ Lorenzo's POVThe walk from the parking lot to the hospital entrance felt both endless and too short at the same time. My mind was racing, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic mess that I couldn't quite organize into coherent sense.A seven-year-old boy. Vivienne's son. A child who looked like a Blackwell.The timeline played over and over in my head. Seven years ago, Vivienne would have been married to Marco. But marriages ended for reasons, and from the contempt in her voice when she had mentioned him, theirs had clearly ended badly. What if it had ended before the child was born? What if Marco wasn't actually the father despite his claims?But if not Marco, then who?The question haunted me with every step I took toward those automatic doors. I thought about Vivienne's reaction to me that first night, the way she had seemed almost stunned when she saw me. I had attributed it to attraction, to the undeniable chemistry between us. But what if it had been something else? W







