Violet “You’re mine.”“Ahh!”My eyes snapped open as I jolted upright. My chest rose and fell too fast, sweat beading across my forehead. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.For a second, I didn’t know where I was. I braced myself for shattered glass, the stench of burning metal, and my mother’s cold hand, but none of it came. Instead, I was in a room.My hands shook as I dragged them down my face, trying to steady myself. I let out a shaky sigh of relief, but the bitter taste in my mouth refused to fade.The same dream again.I’d been having them for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t recall what really happened the day of the accident, but I had nightmares about it. For years, they came only in fragments, but lately, they’d grown so vivid that sometimes I could still feel the pain from that day.I didn’t know if it was just my mind playing cruel tricks on me, or if these dreams were pieces of something real. But I knew I was close to finally see
VioletBefore we even reached the exit, he shifted me slightly in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. With one hand holding me, the other slid out of his tailored jacket.I blinked up at him, confused. “What are you—?” I started but before I could finish, he draped it over my head.The heavy fabric fell around me, his scent filled my nose instantly. Whatever words I’d been about to say vanished on my tongue. My lips parted, but nothing came out.He leaned in, lips grazing my ear, his voice a low command. “Be patient, princess. It’s for your own good.”I bit my lip, hard, holding back the thousand things I wanted to say.The doors opened.Flashes of light went off instantly as cameras snapped him. Even through the fabric draped over me, the brightness burned my eyes, forcing them shut. I squeezed my eyes shut, instinctively pressing my face into his chest.He lowered me closer, pressing my face against him as though he had expected it all along. His chest was warm, and firm beneath my c
Violet As if he could read the confusion in my head, Hades brushed my hair to the side, making my skin prickle. His lips grazed the bare skin of my shoulder, and I stiffened as his voice slipped low, for me alone.“Look at her, princess,” he murmured. “Do you really think she could compare to you? Not in a million years would she even stand close. Don’t waste your thoughts on her. To me, she’s nothing more than proof, that boy is a blind fool who doesn’t know the worth of a gem when it’s right in front of him.”A shudder ran through me, my lips parting before I bit down hard. I hated myself for the way his words made my chest ache and my pulse race.No. Don’t fall for this.I clenched my fist, nails digging into my palm. Don’t forget who he is. Don’t forget what he is. He’s your boyfriend’s father. The man who should’ve been untouchable. He’s luring you in, Violet. Don’t, don’t let him.I told myself, and yet, traitorous as it was, I felt myself leaning back toward him, craving tha
Violet What will you do, Violet?What will you do when you realize the man who had you pinned against the bathroom wall, the man who made you moan shamelessly, is none other than your ex-boyfriend’s father?Will you laugh it off, pretend to be indifferent, after all, it was just sex. Just a body pressed into another, nothing more. And it’s not like Matthew mattered anymore. He wasn’t even his blood father. And Matthew was a sorry excuse of a boyfriend, someone I should’ve walked away from much earlier.Or…Will you get angry? Because no matter how I tried to spin it, the truth was I had no idea who Hades Sinclair really was. But he knew I was his son’s girlfriend. And still, he fucked me senseless every chance he got.He even had the audacity to look me straight in the eye and tell me I wasn’t going anywhere.So what then? Did he expect me to stay? To just accept it, like this wasn’t the most twisted thing that had ever happened to me?I couldn’t move. I just stood there, the pieces
VioletTwo years agoI was sitting across from Matthew at the dining table, absently twirling my fork in my pasta. Without thinking too hard about it, I looked up at him and asked. “Matthew, who is Hades?”The sound that came out of him wasn’t anything I’d ever heard before. His spoon clattered against the table, and he choked on his food.“Matthew!” My chair scraped against the floor as I rushed around the table. He was coughing hard, his face pale, eyes wide in a way that made my chest tighten. I quickly grabbed a glass of water and pressed it into his hand. “Here, drink this.”He snatched it up, gulping it down, his throat bobbing until the coughing finally subsided.I knelt beside him, my hand rubbing soothing circles along his back. “Are you okay? What was that? I’ve never seen you so—” I hesitated. The word sounded strange on my tongue. “scared before.”His breathing slowed, and he muttered hoarsely, “Thank you.”I raised a brow, still crouched at his side, studying him closely
Violet My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I swore the entire room could hear it.No. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be here.For a second, I stood frozen, unable to breathe, as though my entire body had shut down in disbelief. The laughter, the music, the hum of voices below all vanished. The room fell silent. And with a jolt, I realized every pair of eyes was on me.“Miss?” The familiar voice came again. I blinked, snapping out of the daze. My body moved before my mind did, jerking away from him as if I’d been burned.Roman.My professor. The one man other than Hades who had been there to catch me every time I stumbled. The man who helped me when I didn’t even know I needed it. The one person who had been consistently kind to me.And now, he stood in front of me.He wore a dark blue suit, sharp lines hugging his tall frame like it had been crafted just for him. His blonde hair was styled neatly, not a single strand out of place, and unlike everyone else, he didn’t bother with a