INICIAR SESIÓN"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.
Ver másDi puncak Gunung Taiyi, sebuah gunung suci di Benua Tengah, dunia Tian Yuan, Qin Yun, seorang kultivator ranah dewa yang perkasa, berdiri terhuyung-huyung. Wajahnya yang tadinya tampan dan penuh semangat kini pucat pasih seperti bulan terlupakan di tengah malam gelap.
Darah segar mengalir dari sudut bibirnya yang kini berwarna biru, membasahi jubah putihnya yang tadinya bersih dan suci. Di dadanya, sebuah pedang perak terlihat menembus jantungnya, memantulkan cahaya dingin yang menusuk tulang. Pedang itu terlihat seperti ular perak yang menggigit mangsanya, meninggalkan luka yang dalam dan tak terobati. "Kenapa?" tanya Qin Yun dengan suara lemah dan terengah-engah, matanya menatap nanar wanita cantik yang berdiri di hadapannya. Matanya yang tadinya berkilauan kini terlihat kusam dan sunyi, menatap Ling Xi dengan campuran keheranan dan kesakitan. Ling Xi, wanita yang pernah dicintainya, kini memegang gagang pedang perak yang menembus jantungnya, dengan tangan yang stabil dan tanpa getaran. Ekspresi wajahnya tidak menunjukkan sedikit pun penyesalan atau kesadaran akan kejahatan yang telah dilakukannya. Sudut bibir Ling Xi ditarik membentuk senyum dingin yang menusuk hati, matanya berkilauan dengan kekejaman yang tak tersembunyi. Dengan nada acuh tak acuh dan suara yang datar, dia berkata: "Kamu harus mati, Qin Yun. Ini adalah satu-satunya pilihan untukmu!" Setelah mengucapkan kata-kata kejam tersebut, Ling Xi menarik pedang perak dari tubuh Qin Yun dengan gerakan kasar, membuat darah segar menyemprot ke udara seperti pancuran merah yang menghujam langit. Darah itu membasahi tanah di sekitarnya, menciptakan lukisan kematian yang mengerikan di puncak gunung yang sunyi. Tubuh Qin Yun terguncang, napasnya semakin lemah, dan matanya mulai kehilangan cahaya. Sampai napas terakhirnya, Qin Yun tetap tercenung dalam kebingungan yang mendalam. Mengapa Ling Xi, cinta sejatinya, melakukan pengkhianatan yang kejam ini? Apa yang mendorongnya untuk menusuk hati yang pernah mencintainya dengan begitu tulus? Dia telah menyerahkan segalanya: hati, jiwa, dan kekuasaannya. Semua untuk Ling Xi. Namun, saat dia berdiri di ambang pintu keabadian sebagai Dewa Imortal Legendaris, Ling Xi memilih untuk menusuknya dari belakang. Air mata darah menetes dari mata Qin Yun, mencerminkan kesedihan dan kekecewaan yang tak terhingga. "Ling Xi... mengapa?" katanya dengan suara yang terengah-engah, napas terakhirnya berubah menjadi pertanyaan yang tak terjawab. .. Qin Yun terjebak dalam kegelapan abadi yang pekat dan sunyi, bagai jurang tak berdasar yang menelan cahaya dan harapan. Kesadaran akan kematiannya menyergapnya seperti badai yang menghantam jiwa. Dalam keheningan yang mencekam dan menggetarkan, dia menemukan keinginan yang membara dalam hatinya, seperti api yang menyala di tengah kegelapan, membangkitkan semangat balas dendam yang tak terpadamkan. "Jika aku diberi satu permintaan," katanya pada diri sendiri. Suaranya bergema dalam kekosongan. "Aku ingin kembali ke dunia orang hidup, bahkan jika hanya untuk sesaat!" Mata Qin Yun berkilauan dengan semangat balas dendam. "Aku ingin merenggut nyawa Ling Xi dengan tanganku sendiri, menghancurkannya menjadi ribuan keping, membuatnya merasakan sakit yang tak terhingga seperti yang aku rasakan!" Suara hatinya berteriak, meminta keadilan dan balas dendam. Pada saat itu, tiba-tiba, Qin Yun merasakan tubuhnya ditarik oleh energi misterius yang kuat dan tak terbayangkan. Energi itu memancar seperti ombak besar, menggetarkan seluruh wujudnya. Ruang gelap yang mengurungnya tiba-tiba terbelah, seperti tirai yang robek, dan cahaya putih terang menyinari sekitarnya. Cahaya itu begitu intens, membuat mata Qin Yun terasa terbakar. Dengan tubuh yang terangkat dari tanah, Qin Yun merasakan dirinya ditarik masuk ke dalam cahaya tersebut. Kesadarannya mulai memudar, dan dia merasakan dirinya terlempar ke dalam kekosongan yang tak terhingga. Semua yang terlihat hanya cahaya putih yang menyilaukan, dan kemudian... kegelapan. Qin Yun kehilangan kesadaran, meninggalkan kebingungan dan pertanyaan besar tentang nasibnya. .. Dua abad kemudian. Di sebuah kota terpencil yang tersembunyi di balik pegunungan hijau, Wilayah Kekaisaran Tang. Seorang pemuda tampan berwajah pucat tersentak bangun dari tidurnya. Dia duduk di atas kasur sederhana, menatap sekeliling dengan ekspresi heran dan bingung. Mata pemuda itu terbuka lebar, mencari jawaban atas kebingungan yang memenuhi pikirannya. "Apa yang terjadi? Dimana aku? Bagaimana aku sampai di sini?" katanya dengan suara pelan dan penuh keheranan. Wajahnya yang pucat dan kulitnya yang pucat membuatnya terlihat seperti orang yang baru saja bangun dari tidur panjang. Rambutnya yang hitam dan panjang tergerai di bahu, menambahkan kesan misterius pada penampilannya. Pemuda itu menoleh ke sekeliling kamar, mencari petunjuk tentang identitas dan masa lalunya. Kamar itu sederhana, dengan dinding yang putih dan lantai yang terbuat dari kayu. Satu-satunya benda yang menarik perhatian adalah jendela kecil yang menghadap ke luar, membiaskan cahaya matahari pagi. Bersambung.... Jika kalian suka dengan cerita ini, tolong tinggalkan komentar dan ulasan kalian untuk membantu penulis. Terimakasih.Remy's POVThe thought of reopening my diner actually made my chest feel lighter.I’d been cooped up in Callum’s house for too long—hovering between healing and losing my damn mind. Every day blurred into the next. I was tired of pretending the silence didn’t eat at me.Getting back into the kitchen? Back behind the counter with the familiar clatter of plates, the hiss of the grill, the smell of strong coffee? That was something that felt like mine. And after everything that had happened, I needed something to feel like mine again.A rhythmic thudding led me down the hallway.I paused at the doorway of the home gym and watched Callum. He was shirtless, sweat slicking his chest, fists hammering the heavy bag. His movements were sharp, purposeful—coiled power beneath controlled fury.I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “You trying to knock a hole through the bag or work out some trauma?”He threw one last punch before catching the bag and breathing through his nose. “Little of
Remy's POV I stood in Callum’s oversized, way-too-pristine kitchen wearing nothing but boxers and his shirt from last night. My hair was still damp from the shower. My stitches pulled slightly if I moved too fast, so I moved slow.I was craving pancakes. Callum didn’t seem like the type to own a pancake mix, but I found some hidden like contraband at the back of a cabinet. Fancy imported shit, too. Of course.I was halfway through whisking the batter when I heard his footsteps.“You’re up early.” His voice came low, still rough from sleep.“I couldn’t sleep well,” I said without turning to him. “Figured I’d cook. Might as well earn my keep.”His footsteps moved closer. I didn’t have to look to know he was standing behind me now, watching the slow whisk of batter, the easy stretch of my arms. His hand landed on my waist, fingers spreading with that same steady possessiveness he always carried, like touching me grounded something loose inside him.“You shouldn’t be on your feet too lon
Callum's POV I took a long drag of the cigarette while watching the ripples in the pool from my balcony. I had been out here too long that the night had grown thick and heavy.My thoughts swirled in different directions. Honestly, I didn't understand why Remy lashed out. It felt like we were together. Official or not. I wasn’t fucking anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. I gave him everything I had. Didn’t I?But fuck me. I've never had anything close to that in my entire life. The sex? God. Insane wasn’t even the word. Terrific? Fantastic? I wasn’t sure what word fit. None of them sounded big enough for it. I wasn’t even sure if English had a term that could measure the way I felt after having him beneath me.The way he fucking begged. How he looked ruined and smug all at once. I still hadn’t gotten the image out of my head. Probably never would.I flicked ash over the balcony rail, watching it scatter down into nothing.But Ethan’s face wouldn’t leave my head either. That smug,
Remy's POVWe had laid down on the bed but I wasn't even fully asleep. Just resting.My body was still tingling, my thighs sore in that perfect way. Callum’s arm was around me again, heavy and warm, and I was somewhere between bliss and disbelief. His breathing was even. He’d drifted off fast after everything. His hand had never left my waist.My legs were still sticky, my hole felt ruined. I was proud of that.I should’ve gotten up. Cleaned up. Or just did something to not look like I just got absolutely railed by a man who claimed he’d never done it before. But he’d outdone himself. And it felt too good to move.A knock came fast, sharp. The door creaked open before we could respond."Sir, I brought up some fruit—"The chef’s voice froze. So did I.The tray in her hands wobbled. A pause.I realized, far too late, the blanket had slipped down to my hip, baring more than enough to leave nothing to the imagination. My legs were open. Wrecked. My inner thighs probably looked wrecked. H






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