LOGINLIANA'S POVFor a little while, I forgot about school, the rumours, and the terrible things people had said about me.I was simply Liana.And I was happy.When it was time to leave, Hermes walked me to the elevator."Call me when you get home," he said."I will.""And don't skip dinner."I grinned. "Yes, sir."He gave me a look, and I laughed before rising onto my toes to kiss him."See you later.""See you, sweetheart."The elevator doors closed, and I leaned against the wall, smiling at my reflection.God, I loved that man.And perhaps that was the problem. Somewhere along the way, he had become the person I ran to whenever the world became too much. He made me feel safe in a way I couldn't explain, and after everything that had happened, I wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as I could.I didn't know what tomorrow would bring.For once, I didn't want to worry about it.★★The following morning, I woke up feeling strange.My stomach felt unsettled, and there was a faint wa
LIANA'S POV Here's was genuinely one of a kind..the kind I would never have meant in a normal guy of my age.He couldn't undo the things that had happened, but he was trying to help me move forward.And I appreciated that."Actually, Collins, I want to visit Hermes at his office.""Very well, Miss."I climbed into the car.As we drove away, I watched the school disappear through the window.I was so close to finishing.A few more examinations, graduation, and then I could finally begin the next chapter of my life.My secret plans for the UAE remained tucked away in my laptop, waiting for the right time. I hadn't forgotten them.I simply didn't want to think about leaving just yet.Not when I still had so many things to figure out.Including Hermes.★★The Vitali Group headquarters was impossible to miss.The building rose above the surrounding structures, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the afternoon sunlight. It was modern, imposing, and expensive in a way that didn't require a
LIANA'S POVIt had been several weeks since Kyle's death, and people were still talking about him.The news had spread throughout the school. His death had become a topic of discussion in almost every classroom, corridor, and cafeteria.The school had even held a minute of silence in his memory.Some students mourned him genuinely. Others talked about how young he had been and how unfortunate it was that his life had ended so suddenly.And then there were those who still blamed me.Apparently, some people had decided that because Kyle and I had once dated, I was responsible for everything that had happened to him.I couldn't escape their whispers.Sometimes, I wondered whether they would ever get tired.The strangest part was that I missed him sometimes.Not the Kyle who had humiliated me, threatened me, and pushed me off a balcony.I missed the boy I had thought I knew before everything fell apart. The person I had once laughed with. The boyfriend I had imagined a future with before
HERME'S POVI sat down naked on the bed and pulled Liana to cry conformably on my chest. "That thing you said." She continued.I frowned slightly. "What thing?""The other day."She looked down at my chest."When you told me that whatever happened in the future, I should remember that I was worthy of love."I remembered.I had said it because I knew something was coming. I had wanted her to have something to hold on to when the truth began tearing through the life she knew.I hadn't expected her to remember the words so clearly."What about it?" I asked.She shook her head, tears gathering again."I keep thinking about it."I waited."I keep thinking about what you meant. Why did you say it like that? Why did you look at me as though you were trying to say goodbye."My chest tightened."Liana…""And I'm scared, Hermes."Her voice broke."I'm scared of everything that's happening. I'm scared of what people think of me. I'm scared of what happened to Kyle. I'm scared that there's so mu
HERMES'S POVFear.That was what I saw on Celeste's face.For one brief second, her carefully arranged expression cracked. Her face went pale, her lips parted, and her eyes widened as though she had just seen a ghost.It was beautiful.Not because I enjoyed watching my wife suffer, but because I had spent weeks searching for answers, following trails that led nowhere, and questioning people who knew how to keep their mouths shut.Now, finally, I was getting somewhere.Celeste was afraid.And she had every reason to be.I knew she wasn't innocent. I had suspected it before Kyle died, but suspicion wasn't proof. Now I had enough pieces to see the picture forming in front of me.Kyle had been paid to get close to Liana.Someone had wanted information about Marco's affairs.The name Kyle had given me before his death was Celeste's.And when I mentioned the dangers Marco had left behind, my wife's face had practically confessed what her mouth refused to say.I was several steps ahead of he
CELESTE'S POVI noticed her behaviour, but wasn't sure ..I watched her leave, then turned toward Hermes.For a moment, I simply looked at him.He stood beside the television with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.I crossed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him."I'm sorry," I whispered.His body remained still.I tightened my embrace."I'm sorry I've been so absent lately. I know I haven't been the wife I should be. Since Marco died, I've been trying to keep everything together, and sometimes I forget that you need me too."I pulled back enough to look into his face."Thank you for staying with me. Thank you for taking care of Liana, even when I've been struggling to do the same. I don't know what I would have done without you."I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.He allowed it, but his arms barely moved around me.That unsettled me.Hermes had always been difficult to read, but this felt different.Still, I smiled."I made breakfast. Come and e
I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands.
I woke up the next morning with my panties still sticky from the night before.My body remembered every single second my stepdad's fingers sliding through my wet pussy, the way he called me princess while he rubbed my clit until I came all over his hand. The guilt should’ve eaten me alive. Instead
The rest of the day dragged like it was trying to punish me.I stayed locked in my studio for hours, pretending to paint,my canvas stayed blank.Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to breakfast,my stepdad knee pressed against mine under the table, his voice saying “princess”
The sound hit me first, tearing right through me.That familiar low groan Kyle made when he was close,the one he used to whisper against my neck like I was the only girl in the world. Now it was spilling out of him while he fucked some other girl on the bed very hard and fast while her legs wrappe







