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: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 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
Dominic's pov:“Ouu” she moaned. I paused for a second to observe her, she was losing patience and wanted my dick deep inside her.I grinned as she cried, “Dom please go faster… I… n…need you in me or I’ll go insane”. I bent her down and put my dick in her pussy. It was so wet and my dick slipped in sweetly. As I hit her deep inside, her moans became louder.“Ouu… Oh… Dom…” my left hand nibbled on her right nipples and I put my other hand on her throat, licking her neck from behind. I didn't even know this girl I was fucking, but I was going to make sure she could not walk well on her way out.She squirmed and longed for me, I knew I ignited a spark by licking her, it always made them tingle and gave me pleasure.“Say my name baby,” I whispered in her ear, creasing my demonic breath on her, making her squirm. “Dom…” My pace increased as I moved back and forth pounding her deep inside and making her ass sound like sounds of slap. Then I finally came.Leaving her body to fall on the
Suzanne's pov:I woke up that morning, exhausted from yesterday's work but fully determined to do better today.My eyes darted across the room and it looked different. I didn't see Tavons belongings, but he had slept next to me last night, even if I didn't let him touch me. That scumbag!!! Only lord knew where his dick had been.I stood up and checked the wardrobe but his clothes were absent. Then it dawned on me that he had finally abandoned us. I and Kai were now all that we had.My heart broke into countless pieces, but then my phone dinged and I picked it up. I saw pictures of Tavon and another woman. Her face was unrevealing but her physique looked so hot.The caption said: “Tavon and his newfound love”I didn't want to but my fingers mistakenly swiped up and I saw another one.“Tavon and his new love on a holiday” then a video of Tavon saying she gave him everything he needed to be a man.My heart broke more and more as I read this. The room suddenly became so lonely and too sm
Suzanne's pov:“We will be going out tonight so that you both can get acquainted,” she added.“Who… am I marrying? I mean, I don't even know him.” I exclaimed, a little nervous as my breath shivered alongside my body.“Suzanne, this is not about you, this is about Kai,” she said, holding my cheeks with both of her hands. “We are making this sacrifice for the only family you have left, do not think about yourself for one second, we must do everything needed to secure this contract marriage.”Then I pulled backwards. “Wait, is it a contract marriage?” I asked, quickly digesting what Stella just told me. “Yes it is, you are to bear him an heir.” my lips twitched, what a messed up man, so all he wants is an heir.“You are to be a stay-at-home wife for the time being of producing his child and after you deliver, the child will be taken away from you while the divorce will be processed.” Stella added, looking me straight in the eye like, ‘There's no going back.’I knew there was none, I ha
Dominic's pov:I sat in my office with my desks cleared out of all the day's appointments, reminiscing about the previous night.My encounter with this lady who had agreed to all my selfish desires. She also melted into me last night, a little more interesting than I presumed but still so naive."You like her, don't you?" Desmond's voice echoed, I didn't notice him come in, was I that absent-minded?I scoffed, trying to appear nonchalant. "Like her? You know I don't love, Desmond?”Desmond chuckled. "Of course not. But you seem… intrigued."I avoided my friend's gaze, running a hand through my hair. "She's… different.""Different?" Desmond pressed.I hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't know. Naive and Unpredictable." I paused, a flicker of something akin to amusement crossing my face. "And she seems to have a certain… spark."Desmond raised an eyebrow. "A good fit for the position, then?"I took a sip of my whiskey, contemplating the question. "I think I can manage her.
Suzanne's pov:“Your clothes will be ready by this weekend; we will come back for fitting.” The stylist said as she and her team packed their things to leave. I gave them a warm smile as they left. Now alone, I decided to explore my new home. As I walked by the corridors, I noticed the Art on the walls, each of them looking beautiful and unique as they held different stories untold. “I told you I always get what I want, she is mine now.” I heard Dominic speak to someone on the phone. As I tried to open the door further to listen more closely, the door made a squeaky sound. I froze. “Who is there?” Dominic said in a commanding tone, his voice low and threatening. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I had been discovered. I tiptoed back to my room, my feet barely making a sound on the floor, and gently closed the door behind me, holding my breath in hopes of going unnoticed.My mind raced with questions. Who was Dominic talking to on the phone? What did he mean by 'he always gets
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
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