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CHAPTER 138 — THE WOLF AND PARADISE
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I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 139 — THE PROMISE THAT BURNS
ELIZABETHThe weight of my lie still burns in my throat.I almost gave everything away. Almost. One wrong move, one extra word, and he would have... But I was saved by the agreement we made about not knowing each other's past.And then he said he would be worse than a hero to me. I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because it was dangerously attractive. Charming. Exciting. That hoarse tone of voice, the promise that he wouldn't be a savior, but something darker and more real. Someone who would drag me into the abyss with him, instead of pulling me toward the light.And now, when his hands pull me close, when his lips find mine with a mixture of possession and restrained fury, I give in. I let him take what he wants. I let his hands explore my body as if they owned it. I let his teeth bite my lip, his warm breath mingling with mine.As long as he doesn't speak to me of love…And then, I can let him shatter me.Let his hands, so skilled at dominating the world, be relentless in dom
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 138 — THE WOLF AND PARADISE
PIERRE DUMONTThe bathroom steam still clings to my body as I step out, the towel wrapped around my waist and my hair dripping over my shoulders. I expect to find her in bed, between the sheets, perhaps still asleep or already awake, smiling at me with that look that leaves me breathless.But the room is empty.I put on the first pair of shorts I find, not bothering to dry my hair. I go down the stairs in long strides.I hear music coming from the kitchen.And then, the smell. Golden butter. Cinnamon. Fresh coffee.I reach the kitchen, and there she is.Elizabeth.With her back to me, wearing only one of my shirts—a navy blue silk one. The sleeves cover half of her hands, the thin fabric outlining the curve of her hips as she sways slightly to the rhythm of the music coming from her phone. A messy bun leaves golden strands falling over her nape, and for a moment, I stand at the door, forgetting how to breathe.She's… dancing.Not one of those rehearsed dances, but those small, intimat
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 137 — AFTER THE STORM
ELIZABETHThe first touch of his lips against mine sends a shock through my entire body — that shiver that starts at the nape of my neck and runs like fire down to my toes. His fingers grip my hips with calculated force, and I feel every pressure as if it leaves marks on my skin, even through the fabric.When his tongue invades my mouth, it's as if my entire nervous system has been jolted. My body freezes for an instant before responding, every muscle tensing and then yielding in a way that makes even my knees tremble.He pulls my hair, and the sharp sensation of pain and pleasure travels down my neck, leaving goosebumps on the skin along the path his lips trace. His teeth on my shoulder are like a direct shock to the system—my stomach contracts, my thighs tremble on their own, and something hot and heavy forms right at my core.The world outside disappears.The roar of my own blood echoes in my ears, drowning out any sound other than the hoarse moan that escapes my throat. Pierre pus
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 136 - THE CONTRACT AND POSSESSION
PIERRE DUMONTThe week felt like an eternity, each day dragging my anxiety to new heights. Sending the message to Elizabeth about our weekend plans was a step I let echo in my mind, accompanied by the idea of a contract outlining our relationship—something purely physical, without emotional entanglements. I waited anxiously for this day to arrive. The Rolls-Royce Phantom glides silently along Rue de Rivoli, its Italian leather seats enveloping us in a luxurious embrace. Elizabeth watches Paris pass by the window, her long fingers tracing invisible patterns on the darkened glass. The reflection of the city lights dances in her green eyes—two deep lakes where I would willingly drown.Antoine reserved a table for us at Le Grand Véfour, one of the oldest and most exclusive restaurants in Paris, where Napoleon and Victor Hugo once dined. The place breathes history, with its gilded mirrors, delicate frescoes, and a reverent silence that seems to muffle even the sound of silverware against f
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 135 - THE RAZOR AND THE KISS
ELIZABETHPRESENTPARIS, FRANCEThe Maison Dumont studio is immersed in the usual creative chaos. Expensive fabrics scattered over cutting tables, sewing machines humming at a frenetic pace, and my team of designers running back and forth like worker ants. The week flew by and we're only hours away from the fall/winter collection deadline, and the air is charged with that peculiar electricity that only exists when perfection is about to be achieved."Elizabeth, what do you think of this draping?" — Sophie — one of my designers — interrupts me, holding a black silk dress that glistens under the studio lights.My professional fingers run over the fabric, assessing every fold, every seam."The fit on the sides needs to be more fluid" — I reply, marking the necessary adjustments with pins. — "And ease up a little here on the bust."My phone vibrates in my apron pocket. I ignore it at first — there's too much work to be done — but when the second vibration follows, more insistent, I take a
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 134 - OLIVIER'S MANSION
PAST - 10 YEARS AGOPARIS, FRANCE – OLIVIER'S MANSIONTwo years.Two years inside that white prison, breathing the same sterile air, hearing the same silence broken only by the noise of machines and the distant footsteps of nurses.Two years being treated like an invalid, a corpse that stubbornly refused to rot.But now I'm home.My mansion on the outskirts of Paris is silent, almost ghostly. The curtains remain closed; the bulletproof glass filters the sunlight, turning it into something pale and harmless. There are no servants, no visitors. Just me, the walls, and the ghosts that have accompanied me since that night.I walk slowly down the main hallway, my ebony cane striking the marble with a hollow sound. My body is not what it was—it never will be—but I no longer tremble as before. I no longer fall.The living room is exactly as I left it. Books organized by order of importance, not alphabetically. The grand piano, covered by a cloth, waits for hands that still lack the strength
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 03 — THE BROTHERHOOD LAW
Noah GreenHeros gathered us in the office and told us everything. Luther’s growing obsession with Liora. How he saw in her a chance for redemption, a living shadow of Alicia. After many questions, we finally understood the real reason behind the Brotherhood Law—the rule our eldest brother created
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 02 — THE BASEMENT
Liora VossI woke to the constant sound of dripping water. Ploc. Ploc. Ploc. A slow, relentless rhythm echoing off the damp concrete walls, marking time like a macabre clock. The heavy smell of mold and wet earth filled my nostrils, mixed with something metallic I preferred not to identify. The dar
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 01 — THE GIRL
Heros GreenNew York, Todt Hill — 3 days laterThe air inside the office was dense, almost palpable. The scent of aged whiskey mingled with the aged leather of the furniture and the residual smoke of Cuban cigars that still lingered in the environment. I found myself seated behind the imposing dark
I Surrender to Them PROLOGUE — THE ALLEY
Liora VossMoscow, Ulitsa Arbat — Arbat StreetI waited outside the school gates for more than two hours. My phone had gone warm in my hand from calling Mackenzie—my mother—over and over again.Twenty-three times.Every call went to voicemail.Dusk bled across the city in shades of tarnished gold,
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