Dominic’s pov:The moment I saw his name on the screen, something in me shifted. The silence in the study shattered—not by sound, but by the weight of what I saw.Tavon.He had the audacity to call. Not a message. Not send some twisted little whisper. He called.I picked it up without hesitation, pressing the phone to my ear, but I didn’t speak. Let him talk first. Let him feel brave for a moment.His voice came through, coated in that smug, juvenile arrogance I’d come to associate with him.“Ah,” he drawled. “So you’re still picking up my calls. I thought the great Dominic Khan would’ve blocked me by now.”Still, I didn’t speak.He laughed, a short, grating sound. “Silent treatment? Cute. You know, I saw the photos. Her face looks paler these days. Fragile. She always did look better when she was with me.”My grip tightened around the phone. Not a word. Not yet.“But what’s really tragic,” he continued, “is that she lost your baby, didn’t she? That little heir you signed her up
Suzanne’s pov:I woke up with a gasp.My hand flew to my chest as I sat up, the echo of the fire still flickering behind my eyes.My heart was pounding, my skin clammy with sweat, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it had been real.The smoke. The white envelope. The choking fear of seeing something I couldn’t unsee.But then I looked around.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn back just enough for the early morning light to trickle in.My water glass was exactly where I left it. No mysterious envelope. No smoke. Just silence. Just me.It was a dream. Just a dream.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing the shaking to stop.I had dreamt about Tavon before, but this time it was different, more vivid. More cruel. As if my subconscious was trying to warn me of something that hadn’t happened yet.A soft knock came at the door, followed by it creaking open slightly.“Mrs. Khan?” one of the nurses peeked in, holding a tray with fresh meds and a soft smile. “You’re awake
Suzanne’s pov:The line went dead.My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t even bring myself to pull the phone away from my ear. It was like my skin had gone cold all at once. A slick, awful feeling began to crawl up my spine."Hope you got my pictures."I dropped the phone onto the blanket and stared at it like it had turned into something venomous.My hands shook as I picked it back up and went to my messages. One unread thread. No name. Just that same number.I tapped it open.My breath caught.No. No.I blinked—once, twice—as if somehow, the pictures would disappear if I didn’t look too hard. But they were still there. And they weren’t just pictures. They were me.Me—exposed. Vulnerable. Caught in moments I didn’t even remember someone capturing.My stomach turned violently.The angles… the lighting… He’d taken these without my knowledge. I remembered that room, that bed. My old apartment. I remembered trusting Tavon. I remembered falling asleep next to him.And now…N
Suzanne’s pov: His strong arms wrapped around my waist. His hot breath creased my face, giving me a hot sensation, my mouth flew open, and my eyes locked on his.An immense hunger for me lingered in his eyes. He craved me, and I craved him too.“You're so fragile, so sexy,” he planted a kiss on my cheek, then his eyes returned to my face, his hands squeezing my waist, moving down to my butt.Dominic’s pov:I was merely trying to control the urge to fuck her recklessly. She was wearing a white see-through polo-like shirt, which was very revealing.Her nipples stood firm, demarcating themselves from her round soft perky breasts.I moved my other hand up her back and pressed her against my shirtless chest. “Uh…” she moaned against me. Her chest heaved up and down.“I want to fuck you, pumpkin,” I rushed to her lips and began sucking on them. She parted her lips, letting me into her mouth.I held her head and deepened the kiss, while she muffled in my mouth, giving me the spark that I ne
Dominic’s pov:The morning light seeped through the curtains like a silent witness to the night before. Golden slivers danced across the sheets, casting faint shadows over the woman lying beside me.Suzanne.Her breathing was soft, steady—peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. Her lashes fluttered slightly, lost in whatever world sleep had drawn her into.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her. My hand braced against the mattress, muscles tensing as I watched her for a long moment. There was something sacred about this quiet. A rare pause in the chaos.But peace had never been mine to keep.I brushed a thumb across her cheek, lingering just long enough to memorize the softness there. And then I rose from the bed. The cold air met my skin like a jolt back to reality, to everything I’d tried to bury in the heat of last night.Tavon.That bastard’s voice still echoed in my head. “Let’s see how loyal he stays when he sees the real you…”I clenched my jaw, grabbing a clean s
Tavon’s pov:The text had come at dawn. No name. Just a number I hadn't seen in months. But I knew that tone. Sharp. Calculated. Dangerous.“We both know how much your pride matters. But if you don’t pick up my call, I’ll send your precious videos to your mother first. Then your church group.”Fiona.I stared at the message for a full minute, my mind still foggy from the restless night before.The audacity. She really had the nerve to crawl back from whatever cave she’d vanished into, after ruining everything and leaving me like a fool.I let the phone ring twice when she finally called. Just to let her wait.Then I answered. “You got some balls, showing up now.”Her voice came in cool, unbothered. “You always did like my balls better than your own.”I chuckled bitterly. “Still a bitch, I see.”“And you’re still a fool. So nothing’s changed.” She didn’t laugh. “But let’s not waste time with banter. You know why I’m calling.”I slumped deeper into the leather seat of my rented apartme
Suzanne’s pov:I was curled up in the armchair beside the balcony doors, one of Dominic’s throw blankets wrapped around my shoulders… The soft rumble of distant waves rolled through the partially opened doors, the morning sun casting faint golden streaks across the marble floors.I wasn’t reading. I wasn’t scrolling. I was just… sitting. Letting the quiet be enough.Everything about last night still lingered, his hands, his breath, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense.After everything that had shattered between us, something felt stitched back together, like some part of me that had gone numb was warm again.Still fragile, still trembling at the edges, but healing.My fingers traced slow circles over the fabric on my lap.I hadn’t spoken to Dominic yet this morning.He’d gone to handle some business, or so he’d said when he left our bed at dawn.But he didn’t leave like a man escaping. He kissed my forehead, tucked the blanket around me, a
Dominic’s pov:The boardroom was filled with chatter, screens glowing as Ford gave his report. I sat at the head of the table, my gaze unreadable, jaw tight, arms crossed.The room buzzed with low voices, papers rustling as updates rolled out, but my mind wasn’t fully in it.Not after the message Desmond forwarded earlier this morning, an anonymous tip about a possible breach in our private server.I’d already ordered the team to trace the source. My gut told me it wasn’t random, not with how quiet Tavon had been lately.And Suzanne… the way she looked last night, wrapped in my sheets, clinging to sleep like it was her only safe place… I couldn’t get it out of my head.She hadn’t said much this morning, but her eyes said everything. She needed peace. And I would burn the whole world to give it to her.“Dominic?” Ford asked, catching my attention.I blinked once. “Continue.”The glass windows overlooking the city reflected a pristine skyline, one I had built, piece by piece. Brick by
Dominic’s pov:The drive home was quiet.Suzanne sat beside me, staring out the window, lost in thought. She didn’t push for a conversation, didn’t try to fill the silence with pointless words. And strangely, I appreciated that.I rested my elbow against the car door, massaging my temple. My body was recovering, but my mind… It was a battlefield.Too many thoughts. Too many memories clawing at the edges.Every time my gaze flicked toward Suzanne, something tightened in my chest. She had fought for me—without hesitation, without question. And now she was here, sitting beside me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if I was someone worth saving.I let out a slow exhale and turned back to the window.She doesn’t know.And that truth sat heavy in my gut.I wanted to tell her. To confess everything, to explain how this all began, how her son’s illness wasn’t what she thought it was. But the words never came.Because if I told her the truth now, what would she do? Would she
Suzanne’s pov: The doctors did one more check-up on Dominic and he was cleared to leave, I made sure all his belongings were packed properly. “ Suzanne, we are ready to go,” Stella said as I placed the blanket in the box. “Please can you tell Desmond and Ford to come help me carry the boxes”“Yeah sure thing.”“You know the maids would have done this right?” Dominic said as he came out of the bathroom. “Yes, but I wanted to make sure I got everything”. I said as I closed the box, “How are you feeling?” “For the hundredth time Suzanne, I am fine, perfectly fine. I just want to ma-”“Boss, we are ready” Of course, Ford had to interrupt. “Good to have you back my man,” Desmond said as he entered the room. “Stella said you needed help with the boxes” “Yes please”. News of Dominic’s recovery had already circulated everywhere, it was posted all over social media, TV stations and newspapers.By the time we stepped outside the cameras started flashing. “Mr Khan, it's good to have you
Linda’s pov:For a moment I felt fear, the whole world had turned on me, all the people I had deceived. All the people I had taken from. The bribes I had received.Now my company was being taken away from me, and the man that I wanted was still in the arms of that witch.The people I had once controlled, bought, and manipulated, were vanishing. Fading like mist. Board members resigned, investors pulled out, and headlines screamed my name with venom. Every bribe I took, every hand I twisted, every secret deal I made in the shadows, it was all unravelling.The companies I spent years building with blood and ruthlessness were crumbling. My empire was no longer mine.She surely cast some kind of spell on him. It was the only explanation that made sense. Why else would Dominic, brilliant and disciplined Dominic, fall so completely, so blindly for her? A woman with nothing but a child from another man and eyes too naive for this world?I had seen it in his gaze, even when I walked into
Suzanne's pov:A few hours had passed, and Desmond and Ford had gotten the best out of him. Even Stella had spent some time in his room before heading back out to join me.While I myself sat alone in a corner outside the private ward, a small garden that was currently only occupied by me.I took in a sharp breath as the recent events replayed in my mind. The gratitude I felt towards the universe for helping me fight a war I wasn't familiar with.My eyes soaked with tears and my palms rubbed against each other as I closed my eyes and took in another sharp breath.“Victory at last,” I murmured, solely to my ears. “Yeah victory at last,” Stella's voice pricked my ears. I jolted and turned in her direction as I tried to hide the tears that were brewing in my eyes.“You did it, girl,” she clasped my hands after taking her seat next to me. “No, we did it. I couldn't have done any of this without you. Thank you, my friend,” I complimented her, looking her straight in the eyes.“C’mon, you k
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