LOGINAlliyah AgustinI lost count of how many times Alex made my body tremble.At first, I was lying beneath him on the bed, completely at his mercy. Then, without warning, he shifted and pulled me against him, claiming me from behind as we lay side by side. Just when I thought I could catch my breath, he urged me to stand, pressing me firmly against the wall as he took me again from behind, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed.Every position, every movement, pushed me closer to the edge—like I was about to shatter at any second. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he brought me back to the bed, positioning me beneath him once again, this time going even deeper.“A-Alexander…I feel like my stomach’s about to explode…or like something inside me is trying to break free…” I breathed out shakily, my fingers tracing along his chest as I struggled to steady myself.“Just feel it, wife…don’t fight it,” he murmured between heavy breaths before capturing my lips in a deep kiss. “L
Alliyah AgustinOur kisses didn’t just deepen—they unraveled.What began as something slow and searching twisted into something desperate, almost feral. There was no rhythm anymore, no patience—just heat, hunger, and the quiet loss of control. His lips moved against mine like he was trying to claim something, and I answered just as fiercely, meeting every movement with equal need.Our hands couldn’t stay still. They wandered, gripped, pressed—like we were both trying to anchor ourselves, but failing with every passing second.Because there was nothing steady about this. The air between us burned. Every touch fed it. Every breath made it worse. It wasn’t just desire anymore—it was consuming, something heavier, something that pulled us under with no intention of letting go.I let out a sharp breath when his lips tore away from mine, only to descend to my neck. The shift made my head fall back instantly, exposing more of myself to him without thought. His mouth was warm, relentless—li
Alliyah AgustinHe told me, with a quiet kind of certainty that settled deep in my chest, that he already knew more than enough about what was happening, and that I didn’t need to worry—especially not about my parents. The way he said it wasn’t careless reassurance; it was firm, grounded, almost protective, as if he had already taken the weight of that fear from me and decided to carry it himself.Kassandrah had been the last person to speak to them, and that detail lingered heavily in my mind, refusing to be ignored. It circled back again and again, pointing in the same direction, making it impossible to deny that she might be the reason they disappeared in the first place.Then he told me something that shifted everything I thought I understood—we had a truce with the Coles. The realization came slowly but hit all at once. That explained why Philip and Pheonix had suddenly started working closely with me back then, why their actions had begun to align with mine in ways that hadn’t
Alliyah AgustinI took a long bath, allowing myself to stay there far longer than I usually would, and it felt like a quiet kind of relief I hadn’t experienced in such a long time that I almost didn’t recognize it at first. The warmth of the water seemed to ease every inch of tension in my body, slowly unraveling the exhaustion that had built up over the past days, and for once, I didn’t rush myself. Instead, I lingered, letting the stillness wrap around me, letting my thoughts drift without direction until everything felt just a little lighter. By the time I finished, I felt refreshed in a way that went beyond the physical, as though I had been given a brief moment to breathe again. I carefully dried my hair before stepping out of our room, making sure I wouldn’t carry the dampness with me.It was almost dawn, and the faint, early light filtering in through the windows gave everything a muted, almost fragile quality, as if the world itself was still deciding whether to wake. I co
Alliyah AgustinHe looked at me intently, his gaze unwavering and almost piercing, as if he were trying to read every thought I kept hidden behind my silence, and the intensity of it made something in me tense. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest in a quiet, defensive gesture, as though I needed something to shield myself from the weight of his attention, before meeting his stare with one just as sharp, refusing to be the first one to look away. “Am I speaking to someone right now?” I asked, my voice edged with irritation, though beneath it lingered something far less certain.“Wife,” he said softly, the word leaving his lips with an ease that made it sound as though nothing had ever changed between us.Before I could react or pull my hands away, he reached for them, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who usually carried such authority in everything he did. He lifted one of my hands slowly, almost as if giving me time to stop him, but I didn’t, and then he pressed
Alliyah AgustinDays slipped by quietly, blending into one another, and through it all, Claire remained a constant presence at my side. She kept me company in my room, rarely leaving for long, always finding something to occupy my attention. Yet no matter how gentle or well-meaning her efforts were, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was deliberately trying to distract me—like there was something just beyond my reach that she didn’t want me to notice.Alexander, on the other hand, had become a fleeting figure in my days. He would appear in the dead of night while I was half-asleep, a shadow at the edge of my consciousness, only to disappear again before morning came. By the time I woke, he would already be gone, absent for the entire day as if he had never been there at all.Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in the silence, in the way conversations stopped just short of meaning anything. They were keeping something from me—both of them.I tried to reason with myself. It ma
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyThe closer I got to where Chester was standing, the more I found myself unconsciously slowing my pace, each step heavier than the last.For some reason, I didn’t really want to speak to him anymore—not the way I thought I did before.Back then, I wanted answers. I wanted expl
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyThe next day, I feel like all of my questions have been answered. I don’t know if I still have anything to ask, but if there is anything, I am sure Alex would be willing to tell me.Something was reassuring about knowing that no matter what question I threw at him—no matter h
Malix Alphine“I honestly think they’re going to kiss any second now,” I muttered to myself as soon as we stepped outside the room. I quickly took out my camera, fingers already itching with excitement. “I have to capture the boss smiling. I was paid hundreds for this.”“What the hell are you talk
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI couldn’t sit still on the bed.I kept turning from one side to the other—right, then left—over and over again, ever since Alexander sent me a message that refused to leave my mind.I miss you, wife.I stared at my phone as if it might suddenly explain itself.What possessed







