LOGIN"Doctor, how is my mother?" I rushed to the doctor the moment I saw him coming out of my mother's hospital room."Your mother has suffered a panic attack. It's a good thing someone had rushed her to the hospital before things could get worse. She's stable now. However, not totally out of risk. It might take some time before she regains consciousness. And when she does, I'm afraid there can be changes in her body." His words hit me hard as he handed the report to me.Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes as I stared at the diagnosis. "A partial stroke?" "Yes Ms. But don't worry, we have controlled the situation. Her body is also responding to the treatment given to her. You are permitted to check on her now. However, because of her condition, I recommend that only family members be around her for the maintime."I nodded. "Thank you so much for saving my mother." My voice could barely make a whisper."You‘re welcome. Call me if you need my help. I will go ahead now." He said, giving
"I warned you ahead of time to obey me and not to mess things up, Elowen. Now look, Owen has the evidence of you with another man in bed. Infact, he's the one who personally sent the pictures to me. Because of you, he has taken what belongs to me!"I choked in my own fears at the fierceness of my father's voice, life leaving my body. Yes, I had planned for this, but this was taking another turn. It can't possibly be that my one-night stand got in touch with my photos. Yes, he was aware I took the videos and pictures of what we did. I had paid him for it. But to leak the video himself...? How did he get access to my phone in the first place? Did he purposely steal it from me?I needed to speak with Emily to confirm this right now. "Father, I'm sorry for what I did. I only thought of saving the family. It was not in my expectations that things would turn out this way." My eyes searched my father's who I feared might have a panic attack with the way he flared. He was already 50 and e
My eyes snapped open.My head jerked to the side, breath catching as his sleeping face flashed before my eyes. Close. Devastatingly close.He lay beside me, utterly unguarded, lashes resting against his cheek, chest rising in a slow, steady rhythm that mocked the chaos pounding inside of me.My heartbeat did not slow, it pounded as if it wanted to flee before I did.I had to put up a strenuous fight to regain myself before my eyes glanced down, the duvet was the only thing covering me. Beneath it...nothing. Bare. Exposed.I had only planned to have a minute staged sex with him, something quick and forgettable, yet hours had slipped through my fingers drowned in his reverie.What madness had possessed me to let this man unravel me this thoroughly? To let him draw such pleasure from me. To give back without restraint.Stupid. So incredibly stupid of me.I needed to leave now. I have already gotten what I wanted. There was no need to linger around or regret it later.Carefully, I slid ou
Owens Vitmoz noticed her step into the room. For a moment he didn't look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. And when she demanded to see his face he finally turned to give her what she asked for. As his gaze met hers, he wasn't surprised Elowen didn't tremble at his sight. The face she knew about his arranged husband was not the one she was seeing right now. He had removed the fake skin mask that had believable human skin and scars on it as if it were his own flesh. He held her eyes for a while drinking in her features. She was sweetly beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Her brown-golden hair caught the light, soft and radiant, framing a face kissed by gentleness. Even as she was struggling to appear strong, her rosy lips and soft brown eyes didn't hide the deep calmness, making her gaze both comforting and quietly captivating. She wore a pretty little dress that suited her perfectly. It clung just enough to hint at her shape while remaining modest, the kind of dress tha
Elowen (First POV) For the third time, he rejected the billion-dollar compensation offered to him. Who the hell does he think he is?! I stared at the document crumbling at the intensity of my grip on it, a bitter laugh escaped my lips at my own question. Of course, I know who he was. He was a man full of himself.... A man whose name made any ear that heard it tingle. Someone I had never seen his face before yet stuck in an arranged marriage with him. A man whom I relied on stories told about him, stories that brought creeping fears to me since the day my father told me I would get married to him. He never showed his face to the public, his face was always hidden behind a mask that shielded a little of his daunting scars. Living in a secreted mansion and doing deeds that up till now seemed mysterious to the people. Those who had seen his face, the story was never a pleasant one to tell. Owens Vitmoz. The name alone brought crawling irritation to my skin. Despite the scarr
At Haven hotel, room 1001.The door creaked open.Owen's gaze swiftly shifted away from the space, resting on a man stepping into the room. He kept his eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom.Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause. He turned, his eyes now locking onto his figure seated calmly by the open window, half-draped in darkness, watching him. He froze, nearly jumping out of his own skin. Immediately, he rushed backwards, fumbling until his hands grasped the door handle. His eyes widened in terror as he pointed at Owen with trembling fingers. "Who are you?" He questioned. In panic, he fished his phone from his pocket, frantically scrolling through his messages to make sure he was in the right room. Seeing the room number as the one in the message, he glared at him, shouting. "I'm asking, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Nonchalantly, Owen finally turned to reveal his







