Masuk[Benjamin]Stand there and look pretty, she said.And she said it with so much confidence that I almost gave in and said, “Why, thank you!”Which, to say the least, is worlds apart from what I should be saying to a stranger who thinks dragging me out here for God knows what is the most normal thing to do.It isn’t—just in case you’re wondering.I just had an ugly argument with an asshole assistant who, for lack of a better word, completely screwed up my entire business trip with his incompetence.You would think someone who’s trained for months would know how to handle simple tasks—like not booking the wrong flight, not scheduling meetings at impossible times, and definitely not losing my confidential files. But no. Instead of doing what he was supposed to do, he decided to act like he was doing me a favor by showing up late and expecting me to clean up after his mess.So no, I’m not in the mood to be dragged into some random club by a woman who thinks she can hire me for some vague j
[Ariana]Brimming with nervous excitement, I pace the narrow street behind the club, waiting for the hottie to show up—because apparently, my night now depends on a stranger with good cheekbones.According to Loraine, Sweet Poison—you wouldn’t really expect them to use their real name, would you?—had taken a day off for “personal reasons,” but just for me, she dragged him back.I just hope he actually shows up so my surprise for Luca lands exactly the way it plays out in my head—dramatic, flawless, and mildly devastating.I’d hate for the details to fall apart now. That would be tragic. For me. Not Luca.In a way, I’m kind of a perfectionist. So even if it’s revenge I’m after, it’s going to be organized, well-planned… and executed with style.Just then, the heavy back door of the club swings open, and a man steps out.The first thing I notice is the cigarette lit between his lips—and the way that black leather jacket clings to his broad, almost perfectly sized shoulders.Dammit. When
[Ariana]“Oh, my God. What?” Loraine gasps, looking at me with those big green eyes of hers.I just told her everything that happened ever since I overheard Luca bitching about me behind my back, in front of a dozen of his friends no less. And then that lovey-dovey, sparks-flying moment he had with Bianca right in front of me.To say she looks enraged would be an understatement.“You’ve got to be kidding me!” She fumes, hands on her perfect, round hips. “What the fuck does he think of himself? Cheap imitation, my foot! His good-for-nothing brain is a cheap imitation of garbage. Bloody asshole. Just pray that I don’t see him any time soon, babe. I swear to God, I’ll break his teeth and shove them down his throat.”I’m not sure if Loraine is actually capable of pulling off something so… bizarre, but it makes me shiver anyway.Knowing her, I wouldn’t ever want to be on her bad side. The girl has a serious temper, and it doesn’t help that when she’s not running the club for her family, sh
For some reason, I could never gather the courage to tell him. At first, I told myself it was because I didn’t want to intimidate him, didn’t want to make him feel small or threatened.But later, I realized it wasn’t just that—I simply never got the space to have that kind of conversation with him. The kind that goes deeper than surface-level talk, the kind where I could actually be honest about who I am and what I’ve built.I didn’t realize it before, but everything with Luca always revolved around him—his mood, his temper, his needs. Every single moment was measured against how he was feeling that day. If he was in a good mood, I had to be careful not to ruin it. If he was in a bad mood, I had to tiptoe around him so I wouldn’t make things worse. And even on his normal, okay days, I still had to hold myself back, afraid of making anything “too much” for him.It was exhausting, constantly adjusting, co
[Ariana]The moment I step into the Midnight Club, the first thing that hits me—hard—is the music.It’s not just loud; it’s booming, pounding through the air so violently it feels like it’s shaking the walls themselves.The bass thumps against my chest, the lights flash in dizzying patterns, and for a second, it’s almost overwhelming—like I’ve walked straight into chaos that refuses to slow down.I’m not sure if I’ve confessed this earlier, but I’m not a huge fan of clubbing or socializing.In fact, I’m the last person to put on a dress, ready to become the life of the party.For better or worse, I’m a geek through and through. I’ve never been the kind of person who thrives in loud crowds or lives for wild nights out. Give me a quiet corner, something to read—even a fashion magazine—and I’m perfectly content. I’d take that any day over getting drunk with people I don’t even like, people I would rather never cross paths with again.But Luca? He’s the complete opposite. He feeds off the
Bianca turns to me then, smirking like the bitch she is. She yanks the stupid dress out of my hands—the one Luca just picked out for me.She hums, analysing the dress with her eyes. “I have to say, even if he blindly picked it out, the dress is kind of cute. Maybe I should just buy this one.”“Figures. Garbage always finds its own pile.” I quip, not even trying to hide my contempt now that Luca is gone.The truth is, Bianca and I go way back. Except for my true background, she knows everything about me, and I know everything about her. However, she has always been one of those kids who were practically screaming at the top of their lungs about their family’s wealth and status—if not literally, then surely figuratively. Her Instagram was full of posts of high life and expensive nail art.My response gets a strong reaction out of her. Her eyes widen, and her brows knit at the centre of her eyes. “You…who the hell are you calling garbage?”“Depends,” I hum and turn back to the payment co
[Vivienne]When I open my eyes, I don’t expect anything out of the ordinary.Like all my mornings, I expect to wake up staring at the ceiling, followed by my phone screen, and then realizing I have only half an hour to get ready or risk being late.But none of that happens this time.This time, whe
[Caden]By the time we land in Shizuoka, one of the most beautiful cities in Japan, it’s already past dinner.The kids got hungry and ended up eating while we were still in the air, before passing out from pure exhaustion.When we get off the private jet, Vivienne’s assistant has already taken care
[Caden]After spending almost the entire day at the clinic, when we return to our hotel suite, Ben and Axel drop dead the second their heads hit the pillow.Vivienne, on the other hand, excuses herself for a quick shower and a change of clothes, while I decide to do the same.However, before I pick
[Caden]I don’t take her threat lightly for even a second.But even then, my lips manage to pull up a small smile.Her being so close—willingly or not—does some weird shit to my hormones. All I want right now is to grab her, kiss her, sprawl her over this damn table, and fuck her until one of us pa







