LOGINNicholas POV..I walked into my chambers, my eyes immediately meeting the room that looked like it had been stuck in time, everything exactly where I’d left it the last time I’d been here.Almost a century ago.I took in a deep breath, my fist clenching.It still smelled like her.I strode through the large room, my eyes falling on the scattered clothes lying across the undone bed. The robes hanging on the hanger at the far end of the room. My jaw tightened as my eyes landed on the vanity mirror.Her lipstick and powder were still sitting there, like they were waiting for her to use them the way she did every single day.I walked slowly toward it, grabbing the lipstick and opening it as the crumbs of the dried lipstick fell apart.Like her, it was a victim to time.My jaw clenched as I tightened my grip around the plastic, the sound of it cracking filling the room.My eyes fell on the drawer as I slowly opened it, gold and silver jewelry scattered inside. My fingers slowly traced
Nicholas Grey..“Where the hell is Modred?!”I growled, storming into the healing chamber as the vampires waiting for his attention immediately stood, bowing in respect.My eyes landed on the old, wrinkled man who had fear written all over his face, a bottle of potion trembling in his hands.“Get out… all of you.”I said it quietly, my voice low enough to make them hurry out of the room.My eyes never left the old man.“My prince… please, I—”I was in front of him the next second, my hand wrapped around his throat as his eyes turned red with fear, his rotten fangs growing longer.“Where the hell is my wife?!”I tightened my grip as he choked, his nails digging into my hand before I released him just enough for him to breathe.“My prince, spare my life! I beg of you!”He pleaded as I punched the wall beside him, making his entire body shudder.“Where is my wife, and who the hell is that boy?!”He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily as I finally released his neck.I turned away,
*A MONTH EARLIER.*Nicholas's POV..I let out a frustrated sigh as my phone rang, leaning back in my chair before clearing my throat and slipping on my usual business smile."Yes, Mr. Hassan... good afternoon.""Of course. We discussed two hundred million dollars. I won't be going any lower. Mind you, I'm already giving you a steal on this.""Of course.""No hard feelings. It's just business.""Transfer it to the company's account, yes.""Unfortunately, my brother, Hades, will be attending the party in my place. Don't worry... we're the same man in different fonts.""Pleasure doing business."The call ended, and I dropped the phone onto my desk with a dull thud.Almost immediately, another call came through.I cursed under my breath, snatching it up with annoyance that eased only slightly when I saw it was one of the elders.I sighed.What have you done this time, Thorne?I answered, bringing the phone to my ear."Greetings, Elder.""Your brother hasn't been home in three days, Anub
Sam’s POV..I tried to push him away, but he pinned both my hands with one of his, pressing me harder against the wall.“You’ve been a bad, bad boy, my little bride.”He said it, his voice raspy as I tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. I could feel his breath against my neck, my own breath hitching.“We had a deal, little bride, and I don’t like deals being broken…”His breath moved toward my ear, making me shiver slightly.“It makes your groom so, so angry.”He said it as he let my arms fall, his hand now wrapping around my neck as I struggled to breathe.“Let me go!”I managed to breathe out.A dark chuckle filled the room as his hand tightened, making me feel the air leaving my lungs.“It’s obvious, baby, that that will never happen.”He said, letting go slightly.I wheezed, desperately catching my breath, only to feel him lean toward my neck and place a wet kiss against it.My body jerked.My eyes widened.“Get away from me!”I said as he chuckled again, placing more k
Sam’s POV..“You really think he’s forgotten?”Patrick asked from the passenger seat as I gave him a glance, shrugging before looking forward again as I slowed down for the upcoming traffic.“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”I said as he chuckled, resting back against the chair as he took another bite of the fries in his hand.He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes squinting slightly.He was thinking about something.I sighed dramatically “Okayyy… spit it out”“It’s nothing really, but… I was bored last night and randomly decided to search Mr. Grey up, and I found some… strange things.”I nodded, feeling my heart pick up pace slightly.“What did you find?”He shrugged, taking another bite.“Well… it’s nothing too crazy. He’s thirty-nine, has over forty companies, and he’s definitely richer than I expected. You won’t believe his net worth is—”“Well, aren’t those very useful pieces of information?”I said sarcastically, cutting him off as he raised a finger.“Okay, okay. This is wh
Sam’s POV..My eyes widened as I stared at the man staring down at me, his eyes dark and his face unreadable.“Excuse me?”I blinked a couple of times, like I must have somehow heard him wrong, but something about the way he looked at me made it clear he meant it.“You’re sick.”I said it, weirdly expecting a reply as I stared at him, my face heating up.“Is that what this is all about? You…”I paused, tilting my head.“You want to fuck me?”I said it, my face getting embarrassingly hot as I hoped he didn’t notice, but with how close he was standing, I doubted it would get past him.I looked away, suddenly unable to keep eye contact.A small, dark chuckle filled the room, making me look back at him.He walked slowly toward me.Now close.Very close.He held my jaw, turning my head to the side as he leaned forward, his lips near my ear.I wanted to push him away.To punch him.Kick him.Do something!But it was like I couldn’t move, like I was frozen in place.“I don’t want to fuck y

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