LOGINOctavia’s POVI lay on the bed alone and let myself break.My voice was low… quiet. Tears slid down my face. My shoulders shook, but no sound came out.I kept seeing Bianca’s eyes in the doorway, the moment she realized I had deceived her.But did I really deceive her?I wouldn't count myself as a master strategist who had manipulated Bianca. Every touch between us that had once felt genuine had now been exposed as something else.I never plotted against her, and she had never plotted against me.All I had wanted was to learn about Red Dragon. At the time, it hadn't even occurred to me that I was manipulating her.Bianca had been careless with her information. I paid close attention to every detail, but not for this purpose. Things wouldn't have gone this way if I had simply stayed in my room.If only I hadn't developed this hunger for power and influence.But it was too late for regret.Now that I had seen the glory of power, now that I had seen the respect that came with influence…
Bianca’s POV“Bitch!”Mira’s voice cracked through the motel room.We had checked in under false names. This was the kind of place that asked no questions and forgot faces by morning.I turned to face her. Confusion sat heavy in my chest when I saw the rage written across her features.“What is it?” I asked.Her brows furrowed as she glanced at me. “My journal is missing.”I rolled my eyes at first. Then the word landed properly.“Missing?”“Where would you have lost it?” I asked.Her eyes snapped back to mine. Anger was already brewing inside them, sharp and focused.“I didn’t lose it.” She paused, her heartbeat rising. “Back on the island. Before we packed. I knew something was off. I thought someone must have gone into my room to take my journal while we were meeting with Red Dragon.”I held her gaze. Her claim was difficult to believe.“But who would do that?” I frowned. “And what’s in that journal that’s worth taking?”She stayed quiet for a moment. I didn’t speak. Didn’t move. I
It was getting darker. Thunder rolled low and steady, the kind that promised a heavy downpour before long.Delphine’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she moved through Mira’s bedroom. Fear sat heavy on her face.She searched with desperate speed, checking every place she had been told to look for Mira's journal.Wardrobe. Closet. Vanity.Yet nothing.Then she saw it… wedged behind the nightstand. A burgundy leather journal, worn soft at the edges, exactly as described.She glanced at the door. The hallway was still quiet.The journal was heavier than it looked. She began to flip through the pages, and they were filled with diagrams, tight handwritten notes, fighting forms, and combinations.The kind of knowledge that turned a body into a weapon.On the last page of the journal, an envelope was tucked behind it. Slipped into the plain envelope was a small black flash drive.She pocketed the drive and turned toward the door. But before she took a step, the handle began to turn.Her heart
Bianca's POVWe reached Red Dragon’s room. The door was unlocked.The first thing I heard was her scream… that familiar feminine voice.Mira’s grip on my wrist loosened as we turned the corner, and that was when I saw it.Octavia bent forward against the wall behind the wardrobe, her body rigid, her mouth open in something between a cry and a wail.Red Dragon stood behind her, his hips driving forward in endless, brutal, methodical strokes. He was taking her anally.Every time she tried to pull away, he pinned her harder, one hand locked on the small of her back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.“No. Ahhh…”Octavia was crying, gasping, and thrashing. Her fingers clawed at the wall. Her voice produced meaningless words that seemed to come more from pain than pleasure.His face was pure concentration. Each of her screams seemed to feed him, push him deeper, and make him move faster. He was wrecking her, and the act was clearly turning him on.I should have looked away. My body s
Bianca's POV I hadn't left my room in eight hours.The food sat on the table beside my bed, untouched. Cold chicken. Rice. Fruit that had started to brown.I couldn't think about eating. Couldn't think about anything else except the first time with Octavia. The way her eyes had fluttered shut when I touched her. The curve of her spine as she arched into my hands. The soft sounds she made when she gave herself over.My chest tightened as I pressed my forehead against my knees. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the same clothes I had worn yesterday, my hair a mess, and I was thinking about a woman who had just used me like a fool.“So this is what it was all along?” I asked myself. The feeling of betrayal burned deep inside me. I had tried to convince myself it was something else. I tried to believe that she was into me as much as I was into her. Not only that, but I cared about her genuinely. And I thought she reciprocated as much.Little did I know, I was being used. I under
Octavia’s POVThe cold tiles bit into my skin as I lay on the balcony floor. Every muscle in me was limp and burning.My chest heaved as the cold night breeze cascaded over my unclad body. I was panting heavily from exhaustion, facing the sky.Just now, Red Dragon had claimed me against the railing, my body bent forward, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me down like something wild he needed to contain.Even when my moans went beyond control under the silent night, he didn’t stop. I had watched the bodyguards walk past twice and pretend they didn’t hear or see.After a series of violent thrusts, I felt his thick seed flowing inside me… warm, powerful. He grunted tiredly and made the last push. More cum loads pulsed inside me.Then he lay on my back. I felt his weight on me against the railing as we both hung there, trying to catch our breaths.When he finally pulled out of my wet cunt, I felt him leave.Devastating…It felt like a part of me had departed.I dropped







