ログインI sighed deeply, the exhaustion of alcohol and rage taking its toll on my temples. I passed my hand over my face. "I didn't do anything to him, Riley," I told her, my voice coming out flat. "It was the whore Anastasia." Riley arched her eyebrows, surprised. "Anastasia?" she repeated. "What does that bitch have to do with this?". "She went up to the guest room while I was drunk on whiskey," I broke down for her with bitterness, clenching my jaw. "She took off her clothes and threw herself on top of me on the mattress. Luke opened the door right at that goddamn second and saw us." Steven, who was already sitting next to the minibar cleaning his face, let out a short, highly mocking laugh. "Are you serious, Bayron?!" Steven mocked, shaking his head. "What a genius. I am goddamn sure that if Riley finds me fucking another woman in a bedroom, she not only leaves the house; she cuts my dick off with a kitchen knife." I looked at him with a murderous fixity, my face contracting
FREDERICK’S POVThree weeks.Three goddamn weeks of absolute silence.For twenty-one straight days there was not a single alert from the radars at the ports nor a single bank record under Luke's name.I lost complete control over Sigma's board of directors.The calls from the customs investors accumulated on my desk, but I didn't even bother to pick up the receiver.I stopped eating regularly, my hours of sleep were reduced to violent nods on the sofa, and my routine became fueled solely by paranoia, packs of cigarettes, and glasses of whiskey.At the beginning of the fourth week, the summer finally came to an end and activities at the university campus resumed their official course.The following day I turned off the armored car's engine to one side of the central parking lot of the law faculty at six-thirty in the morning.I stayed leaning against the hood, feeling the freezing early morning air cut across my face, keeping my eyes fixed on the main staircase where students were begi
FREDERICK'S POVHOURS LATER"What do you mean he evaporated from the mansion?!" I roared in one of my guards' face, grabbing him by the suit lapels.The officer didn't blink, although paleness covered his face."We checked the cameras at the central guardhouse and the west wing gates, Mr. Bayron," the man informed. "Mr. Luke didn't cross the guards' perimeter.""It's impossible he didn't leave, moron!" I shouted, giving him a rough push that made him crash against the doorframe.How the fuck could Luke leave without being seen by the cameras? I pondered in my head over and over until finally a maid passed near me with one of the banquet trays from the garden."The service…" I whispered, clenching my jaw.I walked at savage strides through the grand living room. I grabbed a coffee table and kicked it with rage, sending it to crash against the wall. The glass shattered to pieces on the floor.I was beside myself.I went down to the basement at a firm pace, looking for the maids. I grabb
Luke, for his part, did not head to his room of the main suite nor did he walk toward the mansion's exit; he knew perfectly well that Frederick's men controlled the access and would register his exit. He walked straight toward the internal kitchen, crossed the gelid hallway of the service basement and followed with precision the indications the maid had given him.He arrived in front of the solitary gray metal door, turned the bolt and went straight out to the back alley, where there were no security cameras or armed guards watching the terrain. He crossed the secondary wooden gate and, without bothering to ask for a taxi, began to walk at a rapid pace under the night gloom of the road.He walked a little more than ten minutes in the middle of the night; the exact time in which Frederick delayed in saying goodbye in a protocol way from the last guests of the board and in signing the trust fund acts.Frederick entered the grand living room searching for his husband, but the space was d
THIRD PERSON POV Frederick, upon seeing Luke's silhouette disappear into the threshold, felt a destructive rage.The alcohol seemed to evaporate from his brain in a second."Luke! Wait... shit!" Frederick roared.He took Anastasia's bare body by the shoulders and threw her with brutal force against the messy mattress.She let out a cry of annoyance, arranging her hair."But what the fuck is wrong with you, Frederick?!" she snapped at him, furious. "We were having fun like in the old times!"."Shut your damn mouth, bitch!" Frederick shouted at her.He was drunk, his head was spinning and he couldn't coordinate his words with the usual speed, but the contained rage tightened his muscles.Anastasia returned the insult, crawling back toward him over the sheets with a lewd fixity."Don't speak to me like that, Bayron," she hissed. "Your dick says the opposite."Frederick checked her dead in her tracks, pushing her from the chest with a rough movement. He took her with force by the neck, s
The fury clouded my judgment completely. I clenched my fists with malice and took a firm step forward, willing to strike Richard in the middle of the wooden track to collect the impact from him. But immediately, my mother placed herself in the center of both, pushing me from the chest with desperation."Don't you even think about touching him, Luke! Don't you dare!" my mother screamed at me, covering her husband's body. "On top of that goddamn Frederick taking away the work of his entire life in the central office, now you are going to strike him! Is that the type of cold demon that psychopath converted you into?!".Everyone observed us without blinking. The scandal of murmurs and flashes was absolute. From the members of the northern elite to the low-resource union leaders, everyone pointed at us with their look.I turned my face toward my mother, my eyes injected with rage."You know absolutely nothing of what happens in this house," I snapped at her in a lethal hiss. "Stay with you
THIRD PERSON POVFrederick Bayron’s mind was a devastated battlefield.The alcohol had not silenced his demons; it had only given them sharper knives.As he left Luke’s room, the mansion’s hallway seemed to stretch like an elastic band.His steps, usually firm and calculated, were now clumsy, makin
LUKE’S POV1 hour laterI sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the ring on my middle finger. The damn blue diamond seemed to mock me with every flash under the white ceiling light. I felt a constant pressure, a kind of imaginary electrical hum that reminded me every second that I belonged to the Bay
Luke didn't shrink away; quite the opposite. Despite the lack of air, his eyes locked onto mine with a spark of defiance that set me on fire inside."Let go of me, Rusty!" he managed to say, clenching his teeth and grabbing my arm with his hands to try to push it away. "I don't give a damn what you
LUKE’S POVThe taste of Riley’s mouth was sweet, like the cherry lip gloss she always wore, and her lips felt soft against mine. But instead of enjoying it, a wave of discomfort crawled up my spine as her lips moved with a desperation that suffocated me.I didn't feel that spark that burns your lun







