LOGIN~~~Helene~~~My life turned into a complete fucking shitshow.I can't believe I’m standing in this small, dark alley behind some abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The kind of place where rats probably throw parties and no one respectable would ever be caught dead. I’m dressed in all black — hoodie pulled low over my face, mask covering my nose and mouth, sunglasses even though it’s fucking night. I can’t afford for anyone to see me. If they do, they’ll throw stones, spit, laugh, and give me another round of public humiliation. I’ve already been dragged through the mud enough.I used to be Helene Lennox. The model. The it-girl. People fell to their knees for me. Now? I’m just a disgraced slut whose naked photos are everywhere. My career is dead. My reputation is buried. Even my own father threw me and my mom out like trash.But I’m not done yet.I’m not losing to Freya. If I fall, that bitch is coming down with me. We’re both going to suffer. Together.I checked my phon
~~~Helene~~~Two and a half weeks.That’s how long it’s been since my entire life went up in flames.I still remember that day like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.The reunion. The Fall. The insult. The disgust in everyone's eyes. I snapped my eyes shut, shutting down the memories. They were like poison to my lungs. The more I remember them, the harder it is for me to breathe.That same night, after everything went to hell, we got home and Dad was waiting. He had seen the live streams. The photos. The videos. Everything.He lost it.The way my dad looked at me when I entered the house looking tattered. He felt disgusted. Not just about the leaked photos of me sleeping with different men, but the plastic surgery I’d been hiding from him for years. My mom and I had lied so well back then, telling him the changes in my face were just “good makeup and lighting.” He believed us.Until he didn’t.He was furious. I’ve never seen him that angry before. His face turned red, veins popping on
~~~Ryder~~~Two weeks have passed since that whole mess went down, and I still feel like shit about it. We should’ve broken up that night. Hell, I was ready to let her walk if that’s what will protect her from the beast in me. But Freya? She fought like hell — coaxed me, argued with me, even threatened to end her own life if I pushed her away. In the end, like always, it all crashed into bed and we fucked the pain away.A low chuckle slipped out of my throat as I stared at her.. I’ve really changed a lot. Never in my forty-three years did I think I’d be the type to plan a surprise birthday for a woman, or feel this strange warmth in my chest that I don’t even have a name for. But here the fuck we are.I used to think destiny had me cursed to nothing but darkness. Cold. Empty. No light, no warmth — just power, blood, and shadows. Then Freya crashed into my life like a goddamn wildfire and lit everything up. I’d found out she never celebrated it. It was usually her worst day of the yea
~~~Freya~~~I quirked a brow, confusion scattering all over my face as I stared at the massive building in front of us.What the hell is this place? Why are we here?I was expecting a fancy dinner or something romantic, not… whatever this huge estate-looking building was. My mind was still drowning in a tsunami of questions when I heard the click of Ryder unbuckling his seatbelt.I turned to him quickly. “What is this place?”He just gave me that annoying little smirk “You’ll know when we enter.”I opened my mouth, still confused as hell, not knowing what to say. This man can be so damn unpredictable sometimes.In three seconds, he was already out of the car and at my side, yanking the door open.“Get your ass down, bunny.”I crossed my arms, refusing to move. “Tell me what this place is first, and then maybe I’ll think about getting down or not.”He didn’t respond. He just blew out a frustrated breath, reached over, and unbuckled my seatbelt himself. Before I could even react, he lea
~~~Freya~~~Two weeks later and honestly? Shit has been weirdly peaceful.I wake up most mornings tangled in Ryder’s sheets, still sore in the best way. We get ready, head to the office, and slip right back into our roles like nothing ever happened. Ryder’s usually already in his zone by the time I get there — sitting behind that massive desk, looking every inch the ruthless CEO with his cold face and sharp suit. I do my part as his assistant: files, meetings, schedules, pretending I’m just the competent girl who's just a simple assistant.Then the second the door locks or the last person leaves, we drop the act completely.We fuck like we didn’t just spend hours acting professional. Sometimes it’s fast and rough on his desk. Sometimes it’s slower, him taking his time like he wants to memorize every sound I make. It’s insane how easily we switch between “Mr. Hawthorne and Miss Lennox” to this raw, desperate version of us.After that… we just exist together without the world trying to
RyderThe words left my mouth before I could stop them.“Let’s break up, bunny.”The second they were out, I regretted it like a knife to the gut.I watched her face crumble right in front of me. Shock hit her first — eyes widening, lips parting like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Then fear. Then pain. A whole tsunami of emotions crashed across her expression, and every single one felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my chest.Fuck.I wanted to take it back. I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her I was lying, that I was just worried. But I couldn’t. I forced my face to stay cold, jaw locked tight, eyes hard. If I showed even a crack, I’d break completely.We couldn’t keep doing this.It wasn’t just sex anymore. It had moved past that long time ago. She was getting under my skin, making me feel things I swore I’d never feel. And that terrified me more than anything.I remembered everything then.My mother. The way she used to beat my father down — not just phys
Freya’s POVI froze the moment the email notification popped up on my phone.My eyes stayed glued to the screen as my heart skipped a beat, my brain struggling to process the words staring back at me.“Congratulations. You have been selected for an interview.”For several seconds, I just stared at
Chapter 10: Get out! Ryder's POV The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot. I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable
Ryder's POV I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since that night.The moment she left my house, still flushed, still trembling, still carrying the scent of me on her skin, something shifted inside me, something I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine. I told myself it was just sex. Jus
Freya's POV "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire. I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve endin







