Suzanne’s pov:The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the dining table in warm gold. The air smelled of rich coffee, buttered toast, and fresh fruit. It should have been a comforting start to the day. But instead, an unsettling silence settled between us.Dominic sat across from me, his posture rigid, his movements calculated. He wasn’t reading the paper like usual. He wasn’t looking at me, either.I tightened my grip around my fork, pushing my eggs around the plate.It was strange.Last night, I’d seen another side of him, a man burning with a different type of desire, one who didn’t just take but gave. I had seen his hunger, his restraint, the cracks in his armour. For once, I thought I was getting somewhere.But now? Now, it was like none of it had happened.I swallowed down my frustration. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe I was reading too much into things.I tested the waters carefully.“You look like you barely slept,” I said softly, my eyes on him. “Is ever
Suzanne’s pov:The rest of the day dragged on in agonizing slowness. Even after Stella left, her words lingered in my mind. Dominic was avoiding me. That was clear. But what wasn’t clear was why. Why was he reacting like this? What exactly had changed?I paced around the house, restless. Dominic still hadn’t come out from his study, and I refused to go knocking on his door like some desperate woman begging for his attention. I had my pride.By evening, I curled up on the couch with my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. That’s when I saw it.A picture.Dominic and a young woman.As I looked closer, my stomach dropped. It was Rachel.They stood close together, him in a sharp suit, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She was beautiful, her smile warm, her eyes gleaming with admiration.The caption beneath the image read: Rachel and Dominic Khan spotted at a private charity event overseas last year. The ever-elusive CEO has always kept his personal affairs private, b
Dominic’s pov:I watched her leave, her back rigid, her steps hurried as if she couldn’t escape fast enough. The door clicked shut behind her, and for a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the space she had occupied. My fingers curled into a fist against the polished wood of my desk.Damn it.The call I had been on cracked back to life. “Dom?”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Yeah.”Desmond exhaled on the other end. “So, are you finally going to tell her, or are you going to keep up this act and let her drown in her own conclusions?”I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. “It’s none of her concern.”“She’s your wife,” he countered. “Contract or not, she’s living in your house, in your life. You can’t expect her to sit in silence while the whole world speculates about you and Rachel.”I clenched my jaw. “I told her not to believe everything she reads.”Desmond scoffed. “That’s not enough, and you know it. If you don’t tell her, you lose control of the situation.
Suzanne’s pov:Guilt was a heavy thing. It sat in my chest like a boulder, suffocating and unrelenting. I had stormed out of Dominic’s study deeply offended, convinced I had been wronged and betrayed. But now, as I sat curled up in bed, staring at my phone, the weight of my assumptions pressed down on me.I had been so sure, so utterly convinced that he was hiding some grand, devastating secret. And yet, the truth had been something else entirely—something deeper, something that spoke of responsibility and loyalty, not betrayal.With a groan, I buried my face in my hands. I jumped to conclusions. Again.Before I could talk myself out of it, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped Stella’s name.She picked up on the second ring. “Well, well, well,” she drawled. “To what do I owe the honour of this late-night confession?”I sighed. “I messed up, Stella.”There was a pause. Then, “Tell me everything.”I did. From the moment I saw the article, to the confrontation in his office, to th
Dominic’s pov:The dining room was quiet except for the occasional clink of silverware against the delicate plates. I stared at the plate in front of me, my appetite conflicted with the weight of my emotions. Suzanne had cooked for me.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Normally I would have ordered her not to enter the kitchen. She sat across from me, serving Kaii small spoonfuls of mashed potatoes while stealing glances in my direction. I didn’t look at her, but I felt it—the nervous anticipation in her body language, the way she pressed her lips together every time I lifted my fork but didn’t take a bite.Finally, I cut a piece of the steak, speared it, and brought it to my mouth. The moment the flavour hit my tongue, I froze.It was incredible.Rich, perfectly seasoned, cooked just the way I liked it. I had eaten meals prepared by the best chefs in the world, but this… this was different. It was warm, comforting, and oddly personal. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, and
Suzanne’s pov:When he finally plunged his hard cock into my wet vagina, my clitoris arched, they craved filling and he was doing just that.He began slowly, teasing me, while still sucking on my hard tits, I felt helpless yet my body wanted this. “Dominic… oh Dom…”Although my eyes were closed. But when I opened them slightly, gasping for air as his cock hit my cunt, I caught a glimpse of him. His forehead pulled together, his mouth open as well.He was in the same world as me. “Argh” I screamed when he took his cock out of me. “What are you doing?” my brows furrowed.Then he picked me up from the bed and turned me around. My ass facing him. “Straighten your hands forward.” I obeyed.He plunged his cock into me once more, but this time harder. His hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me, pushing me, as the rhythm of our bodies aligned.He wasted no time in increasing the pace. “Oo…” I moaned and pulled the sheets as my eyes popped, my mouth open.Back and forth, he increased his sp
Suzanne’s pov:I sat in the living room, my mind spiralling, my heart pounding erratically against my ribs. The weight of Dominic’s words pressed down on me like a stone, suffocating and unbearable.“I can’t give you details.”The words kept playing over and over in my mind, slicing through the fragile trust I had begun to rebuild with him.He didn’t even try to ease my fears, didn’t try to assure me that it was nothing. He just left me with those five damning words. No explanation, no comfort. Nothing.I had spent the last hour pacing the room, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to convince myself that I was overreacting.That there was some logical reason why Fiona, the woman who had shattered my life, was calling my husband.But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, my gut twisted with unease.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Why was he being so secretive? Why was he refusing to let me in? After everything we had been through, aft
Suzanne’s pov:The air in the house felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.Ever since Fiona’s name flashed on Dominic’s phone screen, the walls of our home had begun to feel like a cage.I needed to get out.The silence between Dominic and me had become unbearable. The more I tried to make sense of things, the more my mind spiralled into chaos.I refused to sit around waiting for an explanation that might never come. I needed air, space, and someone who wasn’t Dominic to talk to.I grabbed my coat and sent a quick message to Stella, asking if she was free. Her response was instant.“Meet me at our usual spot.”I exhaled in relief. At least one thing in my life still felt stable.As I stepped out onto the street, the chill of the evening air bit at my skin.I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. Something felt... off.It started as a prickling at the back of my neck, an awareness I cou
Suzanne’s pov: The ride home was quiet.Not because the night was peaceful—no, it was anything but. It was quiet because my mind was on a battlefield. Each of Linda’s words replayed over and over again, like a curse refusing to loosen its grip.“You think this is about money?”“I want Dominic.”“He was never yours.”I stared out the window, the city lights flashing like warnings in the glass. Even the comfort of Stella’s presence beside me in the back seat couldn’t erase the cold grip around my heart. I didn’t say a word, and she didn’t push. For once, she let silence hold us.Linda wasn’t just bitter. She wasn’t just possessive.She was dangerous.And somewhere deep inside, I knew—I had just poked a maniac in the eye.When we pulled into the driveway, I stepped out slowly, clutching my coat tighter around me. Stella said something about needing to check on Kai. I nodded absently and made my way toward the house, my heels sounding sharper than usual against the marble floor.I did
Suzanne's pov:The wind whispered across the rooftop like it knew the secrets of the night.I stared at Linda, her golden hair shimmering under the dim rooftop lights of the abandoned penthouse we traced her to.We waited for Tavon to leave, I felt this should be handled by women without any man interfering She leaned on the rail like a goddess of destruction, sipping something pink and poisonous-looking.Behind her, the city lights blinked like dying stars, nothing but distant witnesses.She hadn't even flinched when I walked in."Well, if it isn't Mrs. Khan," Linda purred, turning slightly, her sea-blue eyes glinting like blades. "How's the billionaire husband doing? Still, panting after you like a desperate fool? Oh, I just remembered, he can’t even move."I ignored the venom, stepping forward and unzipping the sleek black leather bag I carried."Linda," I said, my voice low but steady, "take the money. Leave town. Disappear. Let the devil himself wonder where you went. Just leav
Suzanne's pov:The video kept playing, In my headMe and Kai. Laughing in the garden. My son was chasing bubbles. My voice drifted on the breeze. It was supposed to be one of those rare peaceful afternoons.And someone had filmed it.My jaw clenched as I yanked the phone closer. The footage zoomed in on my face at the end, a slow, eerie close-up before the screen went black. Then—two words appeared in red font.“You're next.”I didn’t speak for a long time. The air in the hospital room felt heavier than before. Dominic lay behind me, still unmoving, monitors beeping a rhythm that didn’t match the one hammering in my chest.I turned to Stella, my voice low. “I need a name.”Her brow furrowed. “What?”“Who do we know that can trace this number? GPS it. Run facial recognition, hell, I don’t care, just someone who can track down where that video came from.”Stella hesitated. “There’s someone. I used him before when my ex was… shady. He’s off-grid, paranoid as hell, but he’s good.”I nod
Stella's pov:After I said the words, they hit me. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat.My fingers trembled beside me, my eyes darting everywhere, but not actually picking any view.Confusion clouded my vision, and I blamed myself for what was happening. I asked her to marry him to save her son. But now, the pain it was feeding her, hurt me more.“I need to use the restroom,” I said, turning to Suzanne whose thoughts were also clouded. She looked lost but nodded to me, so I picked up my bag, and rushed out.I walked the halls of the hospital till I located the restroom. The moment I got in I found myself a toilet and locked myself in.My hands flew to my head as it dawned on me that my friend was in a huge mess, and I didn't know how to be of assistance to her. Tears flowed from my eyes unconsciously, as I tried to gather momentum to be strong at this moment.I blinked for a few seconds and flushed the toilet. After which I walked out and washed my face. Only
Suzanne’s pov:“…What more?”Stella was silent on the other end, and that silence said everything.“Stella.” My voice was sharper now. “What else?”She inhaled, shaky. “We… we think someone’s been watching him.”My heart stopped. “What?”She continued, her voice low and quick, like someone afraid of being overheard. “Desmond got a message. A photo. It was Dominic—taken through the office window before he collapsed. There was a note too. Just five words.”I was already locking the door behind me, breath coming fast. “What did it say?”She hesitated.“Tell me.”“Your king is falling next.”I didn’t realize I’d dropped the phone until it hit the porch step with a crack. My hand stayed frozen in midair as my other clutched the edge of the railing for support.‘Your king is falling next.’That wasn’t a threat. That was a promise.The world tilted for a second.I forced myself upright, snatched the phone off the ground and got into the car, the engine roaring to life with a jolt.I didn’t
Dominic’s pov:I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting in that chair.The office was dark now, painted in shadows, the only light spilling in from the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.The once-busy hum of staff had long since faded.Phones stopped ringing. Emails went unanswered. Even the steady ticking of the antique clock on the wall felt like it was echoing louder than it should.I hadn’t moved since the ruling.My fingers were still clenched around the edge of the armrest, knuckles bleached white. I felt detached from my body, like I was a ghost hovering above myself, watching the slow unravelling of a man who’d never been allowed to lose before.My heartbeat thudded in my ears like war drums, but everything else was quiet.Too quiet.The courtroom played like a reel in my mind, frame by brutal frame.Linda’s entrance is like a queen returning to a throne that never belonged to her.The judge was already in her pocket.The smug politicians, their loyalty boug
Dominic’s pov:The courtroom wasn’t unfamiliar to meI’d been in and out of them for years, lawsuits, zoning battles, acquisition disputes.But this one was different. This wasn’t about money, or concrete, or blueprints.This was personal!!!I walked in, flanked by Peter Black and Ford.The weight of tailored silence followed me.My presence was enough to make heads turn and mouths shut. Cameras lined the marble corridor outside. Linda wanted the media circus. She wanted the public eye. She was probably somewhere smiling already.My eyes scanned the room.She was already seated, radiant in a navy pantsuit that hugged her curves like sin, her golden hair pinned in a deliberately messy chignon that made her look effortlessly powerful.Her lips curled when our gazes locked like this was a game and she had the upper hand.I didn’t blink. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a smirk or a glare.The judge entered, an aging man named Harold R. Linley.I’d met him years ago. Back then, he w
Dominic’s pov: The envelope wasn’t hand-delivered. That would’ve been too loud. Too messy. Too traceable.Instead, it came folded in thick ivory paper, nestled inside a black leather folder and passed to me by Desmond, who looked as if he’d seen a ghost.“It’s from her,” he said grimly. “Linda.”I took it. No expression. No words. The weight of it was heavier than the folder itself.I cracked it open, my hands steady even as my heart slammed against my ribs.A formal letterhead. A lawyer’s name I recognized was Greaves & Hanley. One of the most vicious corporate litigation firms on the East Coast.I scanned the first page. Then the second. My jaw tightened with every line.She was filing for administrative control over Khan Architectural.Citing “neglect of fiduciary duties,” “executive mismanagement,” and “shareholder endangerment.”Bullshit. Crafted, polished, and loaded with legal jargon, but still bullshit.Desmond was already pacing behind me. “She’s aiming for a hostile takeo
Linda’s pov:The rooftop bar was empty, private, exclusive, and overlooking the glowing skyline.The kind of place reserved for power plays and whispered betrayals.A steady wind tugged at my silk coat as I crossed the deck toward Tavon, who sat alone in the corner booth with a glass of whiskey in hand like a man planning a revolution.I didn’t sit immediately.I stood at the railing, overlooking the city as if it were mine to command.In a way, it still was. These buildings, these men, these stories? I’d been part of their foundations long before they started pretending I didn’t matter.“Took you long enough,” Tavon muttered, not even glancing up.I finally turned, sliding into the seat across from him like I owned the night. “I had to make sure I wasn’t followed. Dominic’s hounds are everywhere these days.”He smirked. “That’s because he knows someone’s playing chess with his life. I crossed my legs, fingers toying with the gold chain at my throat. “He will soon.”“What’s this meet