MasukMarcus POV“I said I'm sorry, when will you stop treating me this way?” I asked, rounding the table and wrapping my hands around Matteo's waist.“You are sorry but do you really mean it? How could you think that I would stoop so low?” He fired back wriggling from my arms.My mind wasn't thinking straight I was scared and frustrated if that video revealed who I was then my life would have been over I reasoned. Mateo pushed me away then turned around to glare at me. “And you think my life would have been perfect if we were exposed. You think I would benefit from that?” He fired back.“I don't know Mateo. I don't know. You did threaten me before the video came out and then you disappeared with nowhere to be found. What was I supposed to think if you were in my shoes? What would you have done?” I asked, running my hand through my face and signing in frustration. “For starters, I would have trusted my partner to never put me in a situation where the whole world has to judge me.” He ans
Isadora POV I couldn't stop thinking about it. No matter how much I tried. The image of that woman's hand on Richard stirred something ugly inside me." You look like you want to murder someone." Benita noted from besides me. I took a big gulp of my wine before answering her." That's because my hands are itching to strangle someone." I admitted.Benita actually laughed." Don't mistake me for her. I'm too young to die." She joked." But seriously, she was just holding his hand..." Benita trailed off when I turned to look at her with a glare."What if he's sleeping with her? She's more mature and fit for his age than I ever was. She isn't in a complicated relationship either like I am with Marcus. What if..." This time, it was Benita's turn to cut me off." You are spiralling, Dora. That's so unlike you.” She pointed out.Was I really spiralling? I was just genuinely concerned about that woman clinging to Richard.“I can't help it, Benita. Did you see her? Did you see how she was hol
Richard POV Did I really give myself away by defending Isadora In front of Marcus? I mean, what was I supposed to do? Support his nasty behaviour and let the woman I love pay the price? Between my love and my son, my choice was very obvious." I am fond of Isadora, who isn't? She is a woman of value and respect. Isn’t that's why you won't let her go?"That way the answer I gave Marcus. He had looked unconvinced but didn't push it.Eventually, he left my office with advice he didn't want.I stayed at my desk long after the door closed and I knew Isadora was right, we couldn't keep doing this.I didn't want to keep denying her Infront of everyone. I didn't want to be that person who loved her from afar or behind the scenes.I wanted to stand next to her and tell the whole world that she was the woman I loved.For that to happen, Marcus needed to get his claws off her. That divorce needed to happen and sadly, my son was hellbent on keeping her around as his cover.That's when I realise
Richard POV The contract had been sitting in front of me for ten minutes.I read the same clause again, frowned, then realized I hadn't taken in a single word.My eyes drifted to my phone.There was nothing.I turned it facedown and forced myself to look at the contract.A minute later, I turned it back over."Pathetic," I muttered under my breath.I wasn't sure whether I meant myself or the person I was waiting to hear from.The door swung open and Marcus came in with his car keys clenched in his fist. He took two steps into the room before stopping to look at me."God, you look like a dump," I said.He stared at me."Don't give me that look, Daddy." He said. I didn't like the sound of that.“ It's Dad for you.” I reminded him. “ And what look are you talking about?” I asked with raised brows."That one you have now. The one where you sit there looking at me like I'm the biggest disappointment of your life." Marcus declared and I snorted."Then stop giving me reasons."He scoffed an
Isadora POV I took my time having dinner and sipping my bottle of wine. Every now and then I caught myself giggling, just thinking about Marcus stuck in his room, his mind running in circles.I'd just stepped into the guest room when the phone rang. I'd been expecting the call since I hit send at my studio.I smirked when I saw the caller ID. He was very predictable."Daddy," I purred when the call connected."Don't Daddy me, Isadora. Do you realise what you've done?" Richard's voice echoed from the speaker. It was so loud that I had to momentarily pull the phone away."What did I do?" I asked, feigning innocence."Don't play dumb with me. You posted that video anonymously, didn't you?" He asked, more like he was trying to confirm."So what if I did? Are you mad?" I fired back."Are you even asking? Do you realise you're putting yourself in danger by being so reckless? What if he traces it back to you? Then what? You think my son will let it go?"I sat on the edge of the bed and kick
Isadora POV I was sitting on my stool with the canvas turned to the wall when I clicked sent.The video was only ninety seconds long because I'd cut out everything before the kiss and everything after.I'd taken out every sound except the faucet running in the background.Marcus was showing his back while Matteo's face was covered as they kissed.No faces, no voices but I knew that was enough to fry his brain. I watched it twice before I uploaded it. Then I tagged nothing, wrote nothing, and pressed post before I could talk myself out of it.My hand wasn't shaking when I did that and that actually surprised me.I was never one to make reckless and dangerous decisions except when backed into a corner.I packed up slowly, left the brushes soaking and turned off the light. On the drive home I didn't check my phone. I hummed alongside the Taylor swift song playing in the background.I was in a good mood undoubtedly.And a good mood for me came with a good meal so when I got home, I b
ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showe
Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle.The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swel
ISADORA POVThe canvas seemed like it was mocking me.I had been standing in front of it for an hour and all I'd managed to create was a mess of dark colors that looked like a bruise.My small art studio was supposed to be my sanctuary. The one place where I could lose myself in color and form.It
ISADORA POVRichard's grip in my hair tightened as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my throat with brutal efficiency."That's it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all and show Daddy what that pretty mouth is good for."I couldn't respond, heck, I could b







