LOGINAfter losing both her parents at a tender age, Ciara experiences coldness despite having her best friend Carlista whose parents chose to raise her, she faces several oppositions from extended family and even outside pressure as a result of her inherited wealth; she falls in love with her best friend's brother who refuses to acknowledge their relationship to the public.
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If I had walked away the first time, none of this would be happening. But I don't. And now I'm standing here, trapped in something I no longer want. "You petty, pretentious bastard. You don't get to do this to me," I snarl. "I'm done. We're done. Marry her for all I care, but I'm moving on with my life." He laughs softly, the sound low and mocking, his eyes meeting mine through the mirror. My back is pressed against his chest, his grip firm on my waist. "It's way too late now to think of walking away, little Ciara..." he murmurs against my ear. "You had years to walk away but the moment my cock got inside you, your fate was sealed. You don't ever get to walk away from us in this lifetime or the one afterwards. I've tasted you, and I'm never letting you go." My stomach twists. I try to remove his hands from my waist as it feels like some hot scorch burning through the fabric I'm wearing. "Dream on Mathew, I snap, my chest rising and falling sharply. "I made a lapse in judgement but it is not too late...I want out." "There's never an out between us Ciara, the earlier you get used to it, the better for you." I try to come up with an argument, but my phone rings. I check the caller, and it's his sister Calista. I pick up. "Hello?" "Where are you Ciara? I've looked everywhere for you but I can't find you." I clear my throat. "Just in the bathroom, I'll be right outside." "Bathroom? Good.. Tony's on his way to you, he's been very worried about you. You picked a good one, honey. I totally support you choosing him. You should see him now." Before I'm able to come up with a response, she hangs up giggling. Then I heard him call my name outside the ladies room "Ciara? Babe are you good?" I go completely still as Mathew suddenly pulls me even closer to himself and palms my right breast. I struggle to stifle a moan but he refuses to have it as I look up at the mirror in fright to see him smirking. Mathew is a jerk. And when he smirks it's because he's about to start shit up. I quickly answer Tony. "Hey Tony...I'm in the ladies I'd be out soon..." Mathew being the devil he is at that moment tweaks my nipple bud and a moan slips out of my mouth. "Are you okay Ciara?" I try to answer Tony but I can't even manage a coherent thought as he slips his hands through the slit of my dress and presses into my clit while clamping and tweaking on my nipple bud harshly as pleasure takes over my senses completely This is not fair, he shouldn't get to do this when he's practically getting engaged to another woman. I try to bring myself back from the brink of pleasure to snap out of it and push him away but no...my body fails me as I find myself nudging at the bulge in his pant suit, moving my hips in hopes of getting a friction around him. He grunts. Tony is saying something yet I hear nothing as I feel Matthew unzip himself and slam into me. I cover my mouth quickly to avoid moaning, then I exhale. "Stop Mathew...I'm not on the pill and you have no protection." He thrusts back in and out sharply. "Having your stomach swell with my child will do me such pleasure," he whisper. He licks my ear while I stare at him through the mirror. "This is wrong Mathew." He bruises my waist with his fingers. "What's wrong Ciara is you thinking I'd let you walk off into the sunset with some punkass after loving you for three years." His thrusts becomes even more urgent as I become a complete mess. He continued. "What's wrong is you ever even imagining that I'd let you go." I try so hard to stop him, Lord knows I tried yet it yields to nothing as he ignores me completely and simply hastens his thrusts. "Your body is mine, your kisses are mine, everything about you is mine absolutely mine," he grunts. My entire body suddenly pulses with electric urgency as I feel an orgasm coming up. Every protest in me at the moment dies out as he continues fucking my senses out of me as tears of frustration and pleasure attacks me. I clamp my mouth shut to avoid screaming out in pleasure so Tony doesn't hear me. "Fuck...you feel so good and tight Ciara. I was your first and I'd be your last." His hand remained on my waist as he completely ignores my cautions, getting vocal about the pleasures he feels "The world be damned Ciara...you are never leaving me." He grunts as he cums at the same time I do, riding out his orgasm high, totally disregarding poor Tony at the other side of the door. I push him away. Without hesitation, I slap him hard. But he simply smiles. I look away, trying to fix and make myself presentable. "Hey Tony...I'd be right outside." Before I can make an attempt to leave, he moves closer to me, staring at me with a look of regret. "I love you Ciara...I'd never marry her," he says. "But there's so much going on that you have no idea of so, please stop allowing any man into your space. It drives me completely crazy." He kisses my forehead. I scoff as I fix my appearance, disentangling myself from him. He tries to go out but I push him backwards and made my way outside. I find a very concerned looking Tony who has stayed outside no less than thirty minutes worried about me. I walk toward him, enveloped in guilt. "Hey, Tony. " He quickly checks me over. "Are you okay?" I exhale shakily and smile. Together, we join the engagement party. Throughout the night, Matthew's eyes remain on me irrespective of his fiancée beside him.CIARA The lace veil resting over my hair didn't feel like something a bride should wear.It felt like armor.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master suite, staring at my reflection as the morning light spilled through the tall windows. For a second, my breath fogged the glass before the room's climate system cleared it away again.The white silk gown had been tailored to perfection. Elegant. Timeless. It skimmed over my body, carefully disguising the slight curve of my stomach that only Mathew and I knew was there. Three months. Our little secret.Instead of delicate heels, I wore soft leather flats beneath the dress. They were comfortable, practical, and stable enough to carry me over the stone steps outside if I needed to move quickly.Old habits didn't disappear just because you put on a wedding dress."The last guest just came through the gate."Carlista's voice pulled me away from my reflection.She leaned against the bedroom doorway, one hand supporting the cur
MATHEW The rain over Riverhead Cemetery never came down in a steady fall. It lingered in the air like a cold mist, settling into my black coat until the wool felt heavy across my shoulders. Beneath my boots, the ground had turned into thick mud that clung to every step.I stood at the edge of my mother's grave, shoulders squared against the wind.Ciara stood close beside me, her hand wrapped tightly around my arm. She hadn't fully recovered from collapsing earlier, and I could feel the slight tremble in her fingers every time another gust of wind swept across the cemetery.On my other side, Carlista rested both hands protectively over the gentle curve of her stomach. She looked exhausted, her face pale beneath the black shawl draped over her shoulders.There weren't many people there.There was no extended family. No old friends.Just the people who mattered.Louis stood a short distance away beside the parked SUVs, silent as ever, watching everything without seeming to move. Detecti
CIARA The basement processing room felt colder than usual.The white lights overhead buzzed softly, washing everything in a harsh white glow that made the concrete walls seem even more lifeless. I stood beside Mathew, my hand resting lightly against the curve of my stomach. Ever since my memories came back, nothing had felt simple anymore. Every thought carried another secret. Every answer uncovered a deeper lie.Across the room, Carlista lowered herself carefully into a chair, one hand instinctively cradling her own growing belly. Detective Collins stood beside the computer terminal, his tired face more solemn than I'd ever seen it.He didn't waste time."It's Eleanor," he said quietly.The words stole the air from my lungs."Eleanor?" I repeated.Collins nodded. "The correctional facility was blown up by a random wire connecting wrongly. Unofficially..." He shook his head. "None of us believe that."Silence settled over the room.Then he plugged a flash drive into the computer."Be
MATHEW The silver terminal on the library desk hadn't even finished its midday security check when a sharp, continuous alarm shattered the silence.I looked up immediately.That tone only meant one thing.Something catastrophic had happened.My right hand, still wrapped in fresh white bandages, rested on the polished mahogany desk as I reached for the secure phone. Across the room, Ciara lay asleep on the sofa beneath a thick blanket. She'd been out for almost three hours, completely exhausted after everything she'd endured in London. For the first time in days, she looked peaceful.Carlista was downstairs in the medical wing recovering, while Louis was outside checking the perimeter sensors near Mile Marker Twelve.Everything should have been calm.The estate was secure.Or at least, it was supposed to be.I lifted the receiver."Mathew."Collins' voice hit me before I could speak. He sounded nothing like himself. There were sirens screaming behind him, people shouting over one anot
CIARA"You are pregnant.""I beg your pardon?""You're pregnant, Miss.""How could I possibly be pregnant? I'm on the pill, and I take the morning-after pill every time despite my IUD. There is no way those test results are accurate."The doctor stares at me for a while "Do you have your pills with
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
CIARAIf I had walked away the first time, none of this would be happening.But I don't. And now I'm standing here, trapped in something I no longer want."You petty, pretentious bastard. You don't get to do this to me," I snarl. "I'm done. We're done. Marry her for all I care, but I'm moving on wi












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