Mag-log in“Sir Echo… we’ve been trailing that woman ever since she left the restaurant. She’s heading toward the city center now. How much longer do you want us to keep watch?”Echo sat back against the leather seat, one long finger tapping slowly against his jaw, a faint, knowing smile curving his lips a smile that held secrets only he knew. He watched the figure walking alone on the sidewalk, every line of her posture, every small movement, burning into his mind like something he had already memorized.It is her, he thought, his blood thrumming hot and heavy in his veins. There is no doubt. It is the same woman who lay beneath me in the dark, who breathed my name like a prayer and a sin all at once.“I know it is her,” he murmured, so quiet the driver barely caught the words.“Who is she, Sir?” the man asked again, curiosity warring with respect.Echo’s gaze snapped back to the road, his tone shifting instantly to sharp command. “Never mind that. Just drive.”The car turned toward the old fam
Purple lifted her head, breath catching in her throat as she stared up at the man who had stepped between her and the blow. She had braced herself for the stinging impact of Amber’s palm, had already prepared herself to stand tall through the humiliation—but in a heartbeat, it never came. Echo had moved faster than her eyes could follow, catching Amber’s wrist mid-swing with a grip so firm it made the heiress gasp, the cruel sneer on her face freezing into shock.Amusement flickered in Purple’s gaze, tangled with a quiet, weary disbelief. For so long, no one had ever stepped in for her. No one had ever cared enough to block a blow meant for her, not even the man who had sworn to be her husband. Now here was a stranger, shielding her like she was worth protecting—and it made her chest ache in a way she hadn’t felt in years.“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft but steady, as she pulled herself upright. “Who are you?”The man turned his gaze to her, dark and intense, and something in h
The high-backed leather chair scraped harshly against the polished marble floor as Echo rose to his feet, the sound cutting through the low hum of the restaurant like a blade. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths, his dark eyes sweeping over Amber with a look of quiet, scathing disappointment that felt colder than any shout.“I never thought the so‑called heiress of Heart of Jewels would carry herself with such… disheartening lack of grace,” he murmured, pressing a hand over his heart as if truly wounded—though the cruel curve of his lips told a different story. “Do you remember, Amber? Years ago, I would scrub floors until my knuckles split, run errands until my feet bled, just to hand you every penny I earned. I believed if I gave you everything, if I worked myself to the bone, I would finally be worthy of standing beside you. But I see it now. I was never the one unworthy. That title belongs entirely to you.”He sank back into his seat with effortless poise, leani
Echo rose slowly from the bed, dressing with calm, deliberate movements, every motion precise and unhurried. Before he turned to leave, he paused, his gaze lingering on her silhouette beneath the sheets.“Remember—take good care of your health,” he reminded her softly, his voice steady and sincere. “We have a long road ahead of us.”Purple nodded, a faint, warm smile touching her lips, unseen behind the mask that still separated their faces. “I will,” she replied quietly.Then he asked the question that had lingered unspoken between them “When… will I finally see your face? When do we set aside the masks completely?”Purple bit her lower lip, nerves flaring sharp and sudden in her chest. Fear coiled tight in her belly—fear that once he saw her truly, he would look at her differently, judge her, or see nothing but the discarded wife she had been to everyone else.“About removing the mask… please let me think about it a little longer,” she answered gently. “Honestly, I keep our faces
Purple sank to her knees exactly as Echo had commanded, thick beads of sweat slicing down the column of her throat to vanish beneath the neckline of her silk dress. The first stroke of her tongue drew a guttural, half‑moan curse from his lips—“Fuck!”—his hips jerking sharp and sudden, pleasure coiling so tight and white‑hot in his gut he thought he might shatter right then and there. His fingers knotted roughly in her hair, then clamped hard around the curve of her neck, and he hauled her upright only to slam her back against the mattress, the impact jolting through her bones and stealing the breath from her lungs.“Now let me serve you, master,” he rasped, his voice stripped raw with need, and his broad hands spanned her thighs to pin her open to him. Purple arched so deep her spine bowed, her head falling back as her fingers fisted tight in the sheets until her knuckles blanched white.“Fuck… that feels so good,” she breathed, her voice thin and trembling, broken on every syllable
“You’re already ready, sweet Purple,” Echo murmured against her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “I brought a few things to make tonight more interesting.”Purple’s smile was slow, shadowed. Behind his mask, his eyes glinted with wicked amusement.“What things?” she asked, arching a brow. “I’m not a child.”A soft chuckle left him. “Adults have their own kind of toys.”He opened the box just enough for her to glimpse what lay inside, and her breath caught. Heat rushed to her face, but she refused to look away.“Are those for me?” she asked, pointing to herself, half-disbelieving, half-daring.Echo’s smirk deepened. “Who else, sweet Purple?”Before she could answer, he lifted a strip of black lace and stepped behind her. His movements were careful, almost tender, as he tied the blindfold over her eyes. Darkness swallowed her whole, sharpening every sound, every breath, every brush of his fingers against her skin.Then, without warning, he swept her into his arms.“Echo—” she gasped a
The limousine glided through the city’s wealthiest district, past gates that stood taller than houses and gardens that glowed like emeralds under streetlights. Purple pressed her palm against the cool glass, watching her old world come into focus—her world, the one she’d walked away from for love.
Two years ago, Purple Hearts—the sole heiress to Hearts of Jewels, one of the world’s most lucrative luxury conglomerates—walked down the aisle to marry Alex Hawthorne, a man whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. Cold-hearted, reckless, and a notorious playboy spoiled by generational we
“So why did you call me here?” Purple demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood rigid and tall—every inch the untouchable woman she’d become.“Have you no shame?” Mrs. Hawthorne snapped. “You are the one who filed for divorce from my son—ungrateful brat!”“The divorce will benefit u
His lips followed the path her fingers traced, leaving searing trails across her skin. She arched against him, feeling the heat of his body pressing close, every inch of him responding to her touch."Tell me," she whispered, her nails grazing his scalp as she tilted his face up to hers, "who do you







