ELISEI grab the bottle from Ella's hand without hesitation. The childproof cap resists my weakened grip for several agonizing seconds before finally yielding."Elise, wait—" Ella starts, concern etching deeper lines around her eyes.I ignore her warning and shake two white pills into my palm, then toss them into my mouth without water. The bitter taste floods my tongue. Still I swallow hard, desperate for relief from the constant throbbing that reminds me of every moment spent in his office.My body propels forward with sudden urgency, pushing past the pain still radiating through every limb.The bathroom beckons like a sanctuary where I might reconstruct some semblance of the woman who walked into this building over an hour ago."I need to shower.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears. "Alone."Ella hovers by the doorway with concern evident in her expression. "Are you sure? You seem unsteady.""I'm sure." My tone leaves no room for argument. "Just... have the dress ready for when
ELISE"Hurry," Natasha urges in a low voice. "You will soon be called to give your anniversary speech and she'll come looking for us soon."I freeze outside my office door, my hand hovering above the handle. Natasha 's voice stops me from entering."Almost done," Alexander mutters. "That's the last of the safety reports. What about the offshore accounts?"My husband. And my stepsister. In my office. Discussing... what exactly?"Already taken care of. Father signed the transfer papers this morning. The Singapore branch is fully independent now, no CASSOVILE oversight."I hear movement, then Alexander's voice again. "You're brilliant, you know that? Elise never suspected a thing."My name in his mouth feels like a betrayal already. I pull out my phone and start recording."Poor Elise," Natasha 's tone is mocking. "Always so worried about doing the right thing. She never understood that the right thing is whatever makes the most money."My chest tightens as Alexander responds. "Her obses
ELISEThe ride from The Pinnacle to the penthouse is dead silent, except for Natasha's nails tapping away on her phone screen.I stare out the window, watching Rosienne's lights blur together as tears well up in my eyes."Can you stop that?" I mutter, nodding at her fingers.She doesn't even look up. "Stop what?""The tapping. It's driving me crazy."Natasha rolls her eyes but stops, then goes back to scrolling silently.The security team finally let me go back to what used to be my home with Alexander, though they've got some guy stationed in the lobby—"for my protection," they keep saying.Yeah, right."I'll have her stuff sent over to our place," Natasha tells dad, talking about me like I'm not even here. "She shouldn't be alone tonight, but Alexander has to deal with the board meeting... you know, because of everything."Everything. That's their code word for my public "meltdown"—what they're calling my attempt to expose their lies.When the elevator doors open, I step into what
ELISESilence hangs in the study.My father stands before me expressionlessly.He moves toward his desk, fingers hovering over something beneath the mahogany surface."I've only ever tried to keep you safe, Elise," he mutters.His gaze fixes on a point beyond my shoulder, unwilling to meet my eyes. "Even from yourself."A cold sensation creeps up my spine, settling between my shoulder blades. The hair on my arms rises despite the warmth of the room."What do you mean?" My voice comes out smaller than intended, betraying the fear building inside me."It means I've decided." His finger presses down with a quiet click.The heavy oak door swings open almost immediately.Two men enter. They are company security, their dark suits immaculate and their expressions professionally blank. I recognize Mathew, the head of security and his deputy whose name escapes me. Their presence transforms the study from sanctuary to trap in an instant."Dad?" I step backward instinctively, bumping against a l
ELISEI wake up in pieces.Sound comes first. Then feeling rough sheets scratching against my skin.Finally, my eyes crack open to blinding white ceiling tiles glowing under buzzing fluorescent lights."She's waking up," someone says nearby. "Vitals look good."I try to lift my hand to my pounding head, but something stops me. Looking down, I see padded restraints binding my wrists to the bed.My heart starts racing."Where—" My voice breaks, dry as sandpaper. "Where am I?"A woman steps up to the bed. She wears light green scrubs and holds a clipboard to her chest. Her blonde hair is pulled back so tight it looks painful, and her smile never reaches her cold eyes."Good morning, Mrs. Westfield. I'm Nurse Wagner. You're at Pinewood Wellness Center," she says, glancing at her notes. "You arrived about fourteen hours ago."I pull against the restraints, feeling them dig into my skin. "Why am I tied down?" I hate how weak I sound."Standard procedure for new patients who got aggressive d
ELISEDays at Pinewood Wellness Center blend together into one long, blurry mess. I can't tell if I've been here for weeks or months anymore.The rooms have no windows, and the strict schedule wipes out any sense of time passing. Only the different nurses coming and going remind me that the world outside still exists."Good morning, Mrs. Westfield." A nurse I don't recognize puts a small cup of pills on the table next to my bed. "Time for your medicine."I look at the pills. There seem to be more than yesterday, or maybe the day before. They keep changing the doses, adding new ones, until my thoughts feel like they're moving through molasses."What are these?" My voice sounds strange, weak from barely using it."Just your regular treatment." The nurse's smile is polite yet empty. "Dr. Mercer added something to help you sleep better."Sleep better. A nice way to describe the nightmares that make me wake up screaming. The visions of Alexander and Natasha laughing while I sink into dark
ELISEMorning light streams through the small window in my room, creating a bright patch on the dull floor.After six weeks in Pinewood Wellness Center, they finally moved me to a room with a window.Dr. Mercer called it a reward for "better behavior."The view isn't much, just a small courtyard with a few thin trees, but after so long in windowless rooms, it feels like a gift.I sit on my bed, watching dust float in the sunlight.My new medicine makes everything feel distant, like I'm watching my life through foggy glass. It's hard to think, hard to remember why I need to fight.A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. Nurse Wagner steps inside. She moves quietly, without the coldness the others have."Good morning, Elise. How are we feeling today?" She places a small paper cup with my pills on the table."We feel... medicated," I mutter with a weak smile.Her lips twitch slightly, the closest thing to sympathy I've seen in this place. "Dr. Mercer says you're doing better. That's
ELISESunlight fills my small room at Pinewood Wellness Center.Two months in, I've learned how to pretend. The sad, angry version of me is gone. Now, I smile softly, act polite, and play the role they want.I brush my hair slowly, preparing for group therapy. Eye contact has to be just right. My words have to sound real yet not too detailed. Show feelings, but never too much.I walk to the mirror and study my reflection. Pale. Tired. But my fire hasn't dimmed.A knock on the door. Nurse Wagner enters with my morning pills."Good morning, Elise. Sleep well?" She places the small paper cup on my table."Better than I have in weeks." I smile. "Dr. Mercer's breathing exercises help a lot."She nods. "That's great to hear. Your reports have been positive.""I'm trying." I look into the cup and find three pills instead of four. "Another reduction?""Dr. Mercer thinks you're ready." She taps her tablet. "He's pleased with your progress in group sessions."I lift the cup to my lips. The tric
ELISEI grab the bottle from Ella's hand without hesitation. The childproof cap resists my weakened grip for several agonizing seconds before finally yielding."Elise, wait—" Ella starts, concern etching deeper lines around her eyes.I ignore her warning and shake two white pills into my palm, then toss them into my mouth without water. The bitter taste floods my tongue. Still I swallow hard, desperate for relief from the constant throbbing that reminds me of every moment spent in his office.My body propels forward with sudden urgency, pushing past the pain still radiating through every limb.The bathroom beckons like a sanctuary where I might reconstruct some semblance of the woman who walked into this building over an hour ago."I need to shower.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears. "Alone."Ella hovers by the doorway with concern evident in her expression. "Are you sure? You seem unsteady.""I'm sure." My tone leaves no room for argument. "Just... have the dress ready for when
ELISEKieran’s grips my hips like he’s trying to brand himself into me, thrusting through his climax with ragged intensity until we’re both trembling.Our mixed fluid drips slowly down my thighs, sticky and slick.My legs give way beneath me and I collapse on the desk. Each desperate breath makes my chest heave.Humiliation washes over me while I lie there, exposed and used.My body hurts everywhere as the pain spreads through every inch of me. Still, underneath all this discomfort, I feel a weird sense of accomplishment mixed with my shame. Whatever just happened was worth it for what I got in return!I try to push myself up when my arms and legs shake from exhaustion.Just getting to my knees takes everything I have.I reach for my purse on the floor, dig through it until I find my buzzing phone.Ella's name lights up the screen. I can feel her worry through each missed notification.My fingers tremble as I type: "Coming now."Then I look up and see Kieran watching me.He's already
ELISEKieran stands tall before me, his grip firm on the whip with the predator’s gleam still glinting in his gaze. There’s no warmth in it. Only calculation, hunger, and cruel amusement.His shirt remains smooth, revealing parts of the lean muscle of his chest and the ridges of his abdomen flexing with each breath.Then it snaps through the air without warning.The sharp sting lands directly across my clit.“Fuck!!” I cry out, my body jolting upward as if struck by lightning, accompanied by the heat that floods my limbs.The pain is laced with pleasure so fierce it feels like it's tearing something loose inside me.My core clenches violently around nothing, aching, empty, yet burning.Another strike. Then another.Each one is precise. Measured. Kieran knows exactly where to land them… where I’m soft, swollen, drenched.My bud swells with every lash. It’s no longer hidden but fully exposed, engorged and sensitive to the point of agony.Kieran watches me closely. Too closely. His pupil
ELISEMy body accommodates him, entirely helpless against the relentless rhythm of his savage thrusts.The constant pressure of his thick length plunging deep inside sends electric waves through me. My toes curl and legs tighten just to stay standing.His movements are unyielding and merciless. My face scraps across the desk with each powerful jabs, making my cheeks grow red and raw from friction.I bite down hard on my lip guard, stifling moans that threaten to reveal my struggle. I'm not sure what I'm fighting against, but deep down, I refuse to make any more lewd sounds in this room where dignity seems forgotten.Smack! Another brutal strike rocks into my soft flesh under his grip and my curvy butt bears red imprints from his fingers. My shoulder blades strain upwards like butterfly wings from exertion while black hairs spread messily across my back, swaying helplessly with his movements, creating a stunning tableau of black against flesh.Between my legs blazes red from his poun
ELISEI lose track of time, feeling as if my jaw might dislocate.My fingers dig deeper into his abdomen as I struggle to maintain consciousness through the darkness threatening at the edges of my vision.Saliva and his essence leak from where my lips stretch around him, soaking his skin before dripping down my chin on my breasts. Yet Kieran shows no mercy.His suffocating length pounds into my mouth like a merciless piston. He shows no concern for my gagging or muffled cries.One of his hand twists in my long hair while his hips snap forward brutally, claiming every inch of my mouth with savage thrusts.I’m in agony. It feels like my throat will tear, like someone is striking the back of my head with a club. But I can't fight back… I can only keep my mouth open as he takes what he wants with brutal force.I kneel there coughing for a long time when he releases me at last.My face is a mess, drenched in saliva with my skin reddened and raw from his coarse hair rubbing against it.Kier
ELISE"Mr. Westfield, Elizabeth Adams from Blackstone Acquisitions is calling. She says it's regarding the Manchester deal. Shall I put her through?" A male voice comes through the speaker.I freeze completely, uncertain how to react to this intrusion of the outside world.Kieran leans casually against his desk edge instead of releasing me from my compromised position. His slow, graceful movements never cease despite the interruption."Screen!"One word. That's all he offers.His command carries such authority that further explanation is unnecessary. Not a hint of what's happening below the desk is evident in his tone.The screen opposite his desk illuminates with a different light seconds later.I instinctively glance backward over my shoulder to see a nervous-looking woman with auburn hair appearing on the massive screen.Her expression reveals obvious anxiety. Her eyes darts as she faces the man who holds her company's fate in his hands."Mr. Westfield," she begins in a voice carry
ELISE“Kieran… please.” I finally manage only a raw and pleading whisper.I am utterly exposed, sprawled across his desk. My legs are open and my nipples reddened by his hands with his finger still inside me.I am begging him, shameless and desperate… my pride in tatters.And that’s when he finally reacts.I see the evidence of his arousal. Of a bulge straining against his gray suit pants, the heat radiating through the fabric. It’s the only sign he’s affected at all, but it’s enough. For a moment, I’m not alone in this.“You’re aroused,” I whisper, needing to know I’m not the only one unraveling.Kieran raises an eyebrow as if he’s indifferent to his own reaction.The air between us hums with tension… a silent battle of wills.“So you’ll help me, right?” My voice is firmer than I expect, defiant despite my vulnerability.His fingers are still inside me.I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.Even aroused, Kieran’s face remains impassive like a Greek statue, handsome and unmoved by d
ELISEKieran’s eyes hold mine, waiting for my response, testing my resolve and just how far I'm willing to go to secure his help.At first, I think he’s is mocking me so I sit frozen with my hands clenched in my lap, staring up at his expressionless face and searching desperately for any hint of humor or mercy in his eyes.There isn’t one. His gaze is cool, unwavering, as if he’s already weighed my pride and found it irrelevant.I have no room to negotiate. He gives me only five minutes, barely enough time to process the humiliation, let alone resist.My mind whirls, but my body acts before I can think.I rise from my chair, knees weak and my heart thudding hollowly in my chest.I feel the distance between us shrink and my world narrow to just this room, this moment.Kieran’s presence dominates the space by just standing there, looking relaxed and silent.The sharp cut of his tailored suit can’t disguise the strength beneath.He watches me, impassive as if I’m a puzzle he’s already so
ELISEI close the remaining distance between us with three confident steps and lean in to press my lips to his. However, a gasp tears from me when his fingers wrap around my throat in an even tighter grip than before my lips even meet his.The transition from apparent calm to violence happens so quickly I don't even see him move. One moment I'm approaching, the next I'm caught.His jaw clenches visibly and his eyes burn with a fury I've never experienced from anyone. They're no longer cold but blazing with an emotion so intense it's terrifying.Fear course through my veins with vengeance and my life flashes before my eyes. He's livid that I attempted to kiss him. Does he despise the idea because of Alexander? Or is there something deeper, some principle I've violated by trying to use seduction as currency?"It's obvious you have a death wish," he snarls through gritted teeth.His grip is firm enough to restrict my breathing without cutting it off completely."I-I'm sorry," I force o