LOGINCarla~My fists slammed repeatedly against the cold metal door.“Let me out!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, kicking the door hard enough to send pain shooting up my leg. “Do you hear me?! Open this damn door before I kill every single one of you!”I didn't even realise when I started making murder threats that I could never carry out, but I really didn't care.My voice came out hoarse and strained.I had been shouting for hours.At least, I thought it had been hours.There were no windows in this godforsaken room, no sunlight or clock. No way to tell how long I had been trapped down here like some animal. And the only way to receive ventilation was through some rusted vent in the ceiling above.The dim yellow bulb hanging above flickered weakly, barely lighting up the concrete walls around me.“Marcus!” I yelled again, slamming my palms against the metal. “You psycho bastard!”“Oh, give it up.”I gritted my teeth at the groan from behind me before rolling my eyes in annoyance.“N
Damian~"She what?!"My voice thundered across the entire lobby, drawing startled stares from employees and visitors alike. Somewhere behind the front desk, a receptionist nearly dropped her coffee from the sheer force of my outburst.Greta flinched visibly in front of me, clutching her tablet tightly against her chest."I tried stopping her, Mr. Reeves." She rushed out anxiously. "I swear I did. But Carla wasn't listening to anyone anymore. The moment she saw that interview, she just....""Stormed off to confront a mafia boss by herself?" I snapped, dragging a frustrated hand through my hair. "What the hell was she thinking?!"The tension in my chest felt unbearable.My heart had been pounding violently ever since Greta made that call. At first I thought maybe Carla had simply gone somewhere to cool off. Maybe she'd driven around the city to clear her head.But no.Carla had done the absolute worst thing imaginable.She had marched straight into Marcus Grigo's territory alone.I turn
Carla~"Where is he?"My voice echoed furiously through the massive hall as my heels struck sharply against the marble floor."Where's that goddamn son of a bitch?!"The men stationed around the mansion exchanged uneasy looks but none of them moved to stop me.Good.Because at that moment, I genuinely would've clawed my way through every single one of them if I had to.My chest rose and fell heavily as I stormed deeper into the estate.The familiar scent of cigar smoke lingered thickly in the air.And then I saw him.Marcus Grigo.Seated lazily on a large leather chair like some self-satisfied king upon his throne, one leg crossed over the other.A cigar resting comfortably between his fingers.Completely relaxed, completely calm. Like he hadn't just attempted to destroymy reputation on live television moments ago.His eyes landed on me immediately.And to my disgust...They lit up with amusement."Oh," he drawled smoothly. "You're here."The smug grin spreading across his face made r
Carla~"What the hell?!"My voice echoed violently across the office as I stared at the massive television mounted against the office wall.On the screen sat Marcus Grigo himself.Relaxed and smiling.He was looking entirely too comfortable for someone I wanted dead at the moment."I've always shared a very close relationship with Carla Dunbar," he spoke smoothly into the microphone, dressed in an expensive black suit while reporters practically hung onto every word leaving his mouth.I felt my stomach twist violently.Beside me, Greta muttered a quiet curse beneath her breath.Marcus continued talking."After my grandfather's passing, she remained one of my biggest supporters. Honestly, I don't think I would've managed this transition without her guidance."A reporter leaned forward immediately."So Ms. Dunbar is actively affiliated with the Grigo family?"Marcus smiled.That bastard actually smiled."Let's just say Carla and I understand each other very well.""And yes, she actually
Carla~A painful groan escaped my lips the moment consciousness hit me.My head felt like someone had smashed a hammer repeatedly against my skull all night long.I buried my face deeper into the pillow for a moment, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as another throb pulsed through my temples.Never again.I was never drinking that much wine again.Slowly, I forced myself upright on the bed, only for dizziness to slam into me almost instantly."Ugh..."I pressed two fingers against my forehead while trying to steady myself.That was when a throat suddenly cleared somewhere beside me.I froze.My head snapped toward the sound so fast I nearly gave myself another migraine."Greta?"Standing beside the bed was Greta herself, dressed neatly in a fitted office skirt and blouse while holding a glass of water and a packet of ibuprofen in her hand.Her brows were raised knowingly.And judging from the unimpressed look on her face... she had been standing there for pretty long time."Oh thank God
Damian~"This is like our second date in just one week." Carla giggled as I carefully guided her forward, one hand wrapped around hers while the other rested against her waist. "Where did you bring me this time?"The black silk blindfold over her eyes only seemed to make her more adorable.Every few seconds, she'd tilt her head slightly like she was trying to listen harder to our surroundings and figure it out herself.I couldn't help the grin tugging at my lips."You ask too many questions." I murmured."And you act suspicious whenever you're planning something." She shot back instantly.A laugh escaped me.Fair enough.The salty scent of the ocean filled the air around us while soft waves crashed rhythmically against the shore nearby. The private seaside restaurant I'd rented for the evening glowed warmly beneath golden lantern lights, the entire place isolated from the rest of the city.Perfect.Absolutely perfect.At least...that was what I'd thought."Careful." I warned softly a
Carla~“Where are we going?”My voice broke the steady hum of the engine as I shifted in the backseat, fingers twisting together in my lap. Damian didn’t answer immediately.He remained seated beside me, one leg crossed over the other, a newspaper spread open in his hands like this was just anothe
Xavier~I could barely breathe.Or maybe it was just the weight pressing against my chest that made everything feel too tight, too stiff. I sat behind my desk, fingers drumming impatiently against the polished wood as I stared at the two nannies standing before me.They looked exhausted.I saw how
Carla~The backseat of the van rattled beneath me, its metal joints groaning with every bump on the road.My head hung low, chin almost touching my chest, my arms bound tight inside the suffocating hold of a straitjacket. The fabric dug into my shoulders, restraining not just my limbs but whatever
Damian~Steam curled lazily into the night air, clinging to my skin like a second layer of heat. I leaned back in the large jacuzzi, marble cool beneath my arms, water lapping against my chest as three naked women pressed into me from all sides.One ran her fingers slowly down my torso.Another p







