When Leo left that morning, he mentioned he’d be home late. Before heading out, he added that if she wanted, she could go anywhere she liked because he didn’t want her to feel trapped inside the house. And so, Alisa only nodded in response while quietly deciding she’d spend the day at her small apartment instead.But her plans shifted when her phone suddenly buzzed with Naomi’s name flashing on the screen. Her first instinct was to ignore it, yet something in her gut pushed her to answer the call. Then, Naomi’s voice came through soft, almost trembling but carrying an unsettling weight beneath the surface.“Alisa,” she began, drawing out her name as if they were still close, “we need to talk. Just the two of us. It’s… important. I can’t keep carrying this alone.”The words were carefully chosen, guilt-ridden on the surface yet subtly pressing down on Alisa like Naomi was dangling some grave secret between them. Alisa hesitated, sensing the insincerity beneath the plea but Naomi’s tone
The morning after their night together, they lingered over breakfast while moving slowly and enjoying the quiet when Leo’s phone buzzed on the table, and he rose, keeping a respectful distance as he answered.“Boss, we caught the truck driver a few days ago and interrogated him,” came the urgent voice on the other end. “You were right, it was Madam Celeste’s doing. After nonstop questioning… and a little persuasion, he finally confessed and handed over everything he had as leverage, in case she ever tried to betray him.”Leo’s brow lifted slightly at the news.“I’ll bring the hard copies later,” the voice continued. “But I’ve already sent you the email. Boss… you finally have the proof you’ve been chasing for years.”Leo’s hand froze around the phone. “Proof…” His voice was rough but almost hoarse.“Yes. Everything points to your stepmother, Madam Celeste. The files… they trace every calculated move she made to remove your father and secure control of Ravencroft Industries. It’s all t
Alisa’s back arched hard, her nails clawing at the sheets. “W-wait, shit, hngh! Shit, you’re too fast!” Her voice cracked but Leo only snarled and drove into her harder that each thrust was wet and obscene as it filled the room with the slap of flesh on flesh.“Fast?” His breath hit her ear, hot and ragged. “I’m not even fucking close to done with you.”Her body quivered under him and her legs was trembling as the friction sent shockwaves through her core. Slick clung to his cock, dripping down between her thighs making every thrust wetter and filthier. Then Leo grabbed her hips tighter while groaning as her pussy clenched desperately around him.“Fuck—you’re choking me,” he growled while pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in until her cry split the air. “You love this. You love me using you like this.”Alisa’s tears smeared across her temples but her moans betrayed her, breathless and broken. “N-no—ah! I can’t—”“Of course, you can. Besides, you started this,” he cut
Without a second thought, Leo’s fist connected with Victor’s jaw in a brutal, unrestrained blow that echoed like a warning. The sharp crack of bone and flesh silenced the air for a moment that made Victor stumbled back and his lip splitting but instead of collapsing, he gave a low, bitter laugh while blood was trailing at the corner of his mouth.“You really don’t change, Leo,” Victor sneered while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Quick to throw punches when you can’t admit you’ve already lost. Tell me…” his eyes flicked toward Alisa, “are you afraid she’ll choose me over you?”That statement made Leo’s chest heaved with fury clawing at his ribs. “Don’t say her name.” His voice was low and rough like gravel grinding against steel. He tightened his grip on Alisa’s wrist, pulling her closer as though the mere distance between her and Victor was unbearable.Victor’s smirk deepened, despite the bruise already swelling across his jaw. “Why not? She was mine once. Maybe she still
Naomi moved with the ease of someone born for the spotlight with every step measured and every gesture deliberate. She carried herself like a queen presiding over her court with a flawless smile that’s never faltering as she accepted compliments, laughed at jokes and tilted her glass just so, catching the chandelier’s light.Her laughter rang out a touch too brightly with her gestures painted too extravagantly, yet no one dared to question the authenticity of her performance.To the guests, she was dazzling.But beneath that glow was a sharper message.Naomi exuded a subtle arrogance and a silent proclamation that this night—and everyone’s attention belonged to her alone. Then her eyes slid past Alisa only once, lingering briefly with the faintest curl of her lips and the kind of smile that could be mistaken for warmth by those who didn’t know her.In truth, it was a smile sharpened like glass, one that said I don’t care that you’re here, you don’t even matter.The fact that Alisa, her
Despite Dominico’s stern disapproval, Celeste pressed forward with her plans and was determined to host yet another private gathering for Naomi’s wedding preparations. This time, she chose one of the city’s most extravagant hotels with ballroom draped in velvet and glittering under countless crystal chandeliers.Gold candle holder lined the tables while musicians played a soft waltz in the background.Every detail inside screamed with wealth, power and status—Celeste’s way of reminding society of Naomi’s rising prestige.Clarisse swept in early, bedecked in pearls and silk with smile as practiced as the tilt of her chin. She relished the attention though whispers followed her as well. As for Adam—her husband and the father of both Naomi and Alisa had not bothered to attend.Though his absence was a shadow, one that Clarisse pretended who did not exist.As guests came in, the air grew thick with perfume, chatter and the tinkling of champagne glasses. While Naomi glided about in her past