Suzanne’s pov:As we taxied to a stop, a convoy of sleek black SUVs lined the runway, their polished exteriors gleaming under the golden hues of the setting sun.The moment the cabin door opened, warm, salty air rushed in, carrying the unmistakable scent of the ocean.It wrapped around me like a whisper of things to come, undeniably beautiful. Dominic unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to me with that same unreadable expression. “Ready?”I wasn’t sure what I was ready for, but I nodded anyway. Because whether I liked it or not, I was already on this journey with him.As we descended the stairs, my heels clicked softly against the steps, but my mind was louder than ever.My heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic crash of the waves in the distance.The convoy of SUVs stood waiting, doors already open, as if every step of this journey had been perfectly choreographed.A man in a crisp black suit gave a slight nod to Dominic before gesturing for us to enter the vehicle.Dominic barely ac
Suzanne’s pov:The villa was unlike anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just luxurious, it was intimate. A place designed for escape, not just opulence.Soft golden lights illuminated the grand space, highlighting the breathtaking architecture of smooth white walls, vaulted ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up to an endless view of the ocean.The sound of the waves was a steady, rhythmic whisper, making it all feel like some kind of enchanted dream.A staff member guided me to my suite, her polite smile barely concealing how well-trained she was to remain professional in a place like this. As she opened the doors, my breath caught in my throat.It was magnificent.The room was massive, yet it felt warm. A large four-poster bed with sheer white drapes stood in the centre, positioned so that the first thing I would see in the morning was the ocean.Soft ambient lighting bathed everything in a golden glow. A private balcony stretched out beyond the glass doors, the salty
Suzanne’s pov:The morning sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows of my suite, casting golden streaks across the lavish room.The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore was almost hypnotic, luring me outside. After tossing and turning all night, haunted by the way Dominic had looked at me during dinner, the fresh ocean air seemed like the only thing that could clear my mind.I stepped toward the grand wardrobe, running my fingers over the smooth handles before pulling it open.I trailed my fingers over the exquisite pieces, my mind flickering back to the boutique in Paris.He had made sure I’d have everything I could possibly need, down to the perfect fit of every outfit. A shiver ran down my spine, a strange mix of awe and something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.Pushing the thought aside, I reached for a red bikini with a sheer cover-up. It was bold, striking, and undeniably tempting. The way the fabric hugged my curves made my pulse quicken. This wasn’
Suzanne’s pov:The sun hung high in the sky as Dominic and I boarded a sleek private boat, its white exterior gleaming under the golden rays.The sea was a dazzling blue, stretching infinitely, the waves gentle yet commanding as they lapped against the hull. The breeze played with my hair, whipping loose strands around my face, but I didn’t care.Every direction I turned, there was something breathtaking to see, the lush greenery of the island’s untouched forests, the secluded waterfalls tumbling into hidden pools, the pristine coves carved by nature’s patient hands.It felt like a dream.I lifted my camera and started taking pictures.I wanted to capture every moment, every stunning view. But every time I lowered the lens, I caught Dominic watching me. Not the scenery. Me.His gaze was unreadable, and intense, like he was memorizing me instead of the paradise around us.It made my pulse race, but I refused to acknowledge it.The staff had arranged for stops at various locations, an
This chapter contains an explicit sex scene, with cuffs and foreplay. If you do not want to indulge in such, please skip this chapter.Suzanne's pov:“Come on,” he pulled me up and wrapped his hand around my lower back, while his other hand fixed into mine. He spun me around like he was dancing, then scooped me up to his shoulders.Soon we were in his room.Then he left me to stand in place. Standing in front of me, he removed his clothes, slowly. His eyes fixed on me, not shifting his gaze for even a second.Thrilling me with his tight abs and broad chest, he then unbuttoned his trousers and rolled them alongside his pants. His cock fell out at first but before I could blink, I saw it standing firm.My eyes widened, as I could see the veins lined across his big, long, firm cock. “Do you love it?” he grinned as he walked closer to me. “Take off your clothes. Gently.” I nodded, biting my lip unconsciously, my fingers found their way to removing my pyjamas. When I was left with my br
Dominic’s pov:The first thing I became aware of was warmth. A soft, steady warmth pressed against me, moving in sync with my breathing.Then came the scent, something light and sweet, a mixture of vanilla and the faintest trace of salt from the ocean air. It wrapped around me, pulling me from the depths of sleep.And then, I felt her.Suzanne was in my arms, her bare skin flush against mine, her body perfectly moulded to me as if she belonged there.The silken strands of her hair spilt over my chest, a few loose curls tickling my skin as she stirred slightly but didn’t wake.Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even, her fingers still resting lightly against my stomach where she had unknowingly held onto me throughout the night.I should move. I needed to move.But I couldn’t.I just lay there, my eyes tracing every delicate feature of her face.The soft curve of her cheek, the long dark lashes that fanned against her skin, the way her lips looked so utterly kissable
Suzanne’s pov:The morning air was thick with warmth, the scent of saltwater drifting in from the open balcony doors. Sunlight spilt into the room, casting golden hues over the tangled sheets and the man standing by the railing.Dominic.His robe hung loosely over his shoulders, his dark hair still mussed from sleep.There was tension in the way he stood, hands gripping the balcony railing, his shoulders tight, as if bracing himself against something unseen. He hadn’t said much since waking up, and barely even looked at me.A part of me wanted to reach out, to ask him what was wrong, but I hesitated. Maybe I was afraid of the answer.Instead, I forced myself out of bed, pulling the sheets around me before slipping into the silk robe I had discarded the night before.My body ached in places I had long forgotten. I hadn't felt this kind of pleasure, but more than that, there was an ache in my chest.A dangerous, unspoken thing that I didn’t dare give a name to.I stepped toward the ope
Dominic’s pov:After breakfast, I excused myself and made my way down to the private beach.The sand was cool beneath my bare feet, the waves rolling in with rhythmic consistency. It should have been soothing, but my mind was a battlefield. Every breath I took felt heavier, as though the weight of what I was about to hear had already settled over me.The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythmic roar drowning out the thoughts hammering through my skull.The sun was climbing higher, casting its golden glow across the vast, endless blue sea, but I barely noticed. My feet sank into the warm sand as I walked farther away from the villa, my grip tightening around my phone.I needed space. I needed control. Most of all, I needed answers.Pressing the phone to my ear, I waited for the line to connect. The second I heard the click, I didn’t waste time. “Tell me everything.”Ford’s voice came through, tense and clipped.“We’ve confirmed it’s Tavon.He intercepted Kai at school. Surveil
Dominic’s pov:The first sound I heard was not a voice.It was chaos.Faint at first—like static. Then sharper. Words. Fragments. Shouting. Headlines.My eyelids were heavy. My limbs, stone. But the noise persisted, scraping against the edge of consciousness until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.“…Linda Blackwood implicated in multi-million dollar charity fraud…”“…evictions, offshore accounts, demolition of shelters…”“…anonymous leak reveals illegal real estate dealings tied to Chase Foundation…”I blinked. Slowly. Painfully.White ceiling. Beeping monitor. Sterile air.Hospital.I blinked again, turning my head—just slightly. A television screen mounted on the wall flickered with images. Linda’s face. Her signature smile, now twisted beneath grainy surveillance footage.Words scrolled across the bottom of the screen:“Public Outrage as Linda Blackwood’s Crimes Go Viral — Sources Say Ex-Wife of Dominic Khan Behind Years of Corruption.”The next clip: A woman walking out of a building
Suzanne’s pov:The dining room table was covered in maps, laptops, scattered printouts, and half-drunk cups of coffee. Outside, the sky was still a soft bruised purple, the sun barely peeking above the horizon, but inside this house, war was already underway.Ford leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his usual calm now coated in disbelief. “You’re telling me Linda’s been running an international laundering ring through fake charities?”“Yes,” I said, my voice low, but sure. “She’s evicted children, bribed officials, funnelled money through shell companies, and built a house of cards with bloodstained mortar.”Desmond cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “No wonder she didn’t blink when you threatened her. She’s been above consequences for too long.”“And she’s good at hiding it,” Stella added, eyes glued to her laptop screen. “The kind of good you only get when you’ve been doing this for years.”I looked at each of them, feeling the weight of the moment press d
Suzanne's pov:My blood ran cold.“She’s planning something,” Desmond said quietly.I looked down at Dominic’s face in one of the photos—still pale, still resting. Unaware of the war being waged around him.And I made a vow to myself, to my heart, to everything we’d built in the shadows of a contract:I will defend you—even if it breaks me.I stood at the window of Dominic’s study long after the house had gone silent. The city skyline stared back at me—cold, glittering, distant. Somewhere out there, Linda was probably swirling her wine, smiling at the chaos she left behind.“I want Dominic.”The words haunted me, not because of their audacity, but because of the calm conviction with which she said them.I had tried to threaten her. I’d offered her money, and even shown her proof of her crimes—but Linda hadn’t even flinched.She burned the evidence in my face and walked away like she’d already won.My threats meant nothing to her.It was at that moment I realized I wasn’t dealing with
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