INICIAR SESIÓNCompartir
Chapter 93 — The Brilliance of Truths
Última actualización:
2025-09-13 02:24:38
Último capítulo
Remember me naked Chapter 164 — The Predator
LUCASI look at the time on my watch. 9:12 PM. Soon.The message was sent a long time ago. Three sentences, simple, dry, precise: 10 PM. Montclair Hotel. Room 408. No need for anything else. Three sentences that have become a chain around her neck. She must have jumped, smiled like a child, her heart racing. I imagine her trembling fingers caressing the screen, her lips stretching into that silly smile she thinks is secret. I already know the scene. I know how she prepares: feverish, exhilarated, convinced she is giving herself to the man of her life.And tonight… tonight, I will shatter this illusion.Four months. Four months of patience, shadow, calculation. I have shaped Tania like one molds pliable clay. I let her believe that her gestures, her choices, her desire were born from her. What absurdity. Every sigh she has breathed, I have torn from her. Every tremor of her thighs, I orchestrated.I recall our first encounters. Her distrust. Her eyes searching for reasons to flee from
Remember me naked Chapter 163 — The Rendezvous
TANIAThe phone vibrates softly on my nightstand, a barely perceptible sound in the silence of the room. But for me, it’s an explosion. I reach out, my trembling fingers sliding across the screen. When my eyes read the words, my heart stops for a split second.“10 PM. Montclair Hotel. Room 408.”I remain still, breathless, as if my entire body needs time to understand. Then a warmth, brutal and consuming, rises from my chest to my face. I smile, unable to contain myself, a smile that belongs to a woman who knows she is desired.Lucas.I read the message once, twice, three times. Each number is a promise. Each letter, a command I cannot ignore. Tonight, he calls me. Tonight, he wants me. And me… I am already burning.I leap up, the cold floorboards beneath my bare feet bringing me back to reality. In the mirror, I catch my reflection: flushed cheeks, bright eyes, parted lips. I look like a lovestruck teenager, yet what I feel is much deeper, much darker. It’s a hunger. An addiction.I
Remember me naked Chapter 162 — Four Months of Fire
TANIAI'm lying on my bed, the window slightly open, letting in a warm breeze. Evening descends upon the city, shadows lengthen, and my room fills with that muffled silence that amplifies thoughts. But in my head, nothing is silent. Everything screams his name. Lucas.Four months have passed since that first night. Four months, and every day, every hour, every second is imbued with him. He is everywhere: in my skin, in my dreams, in the slightest beat of my heart.When I close my eyes, I see him again. His burning gaze that undresses me effortlessly, his deep voice that slips into my ear like both a caress and a threat, his hands that know me better than I know myself. He has marked me. No, he has possessed me. And I've never wanted to fight it.At first, it was just a dangerous, almost unreal fascination. Lucas: Lyra's brother. Untouchable. Breathtakingly handsome, rich, inaccessible. An apparition too perfect to belong to my reality. But a single shiver, just one of his kisses, was
Remember me naked Chapter 161 — The Secretary's Shadow
LYRAThe soft clinking of cutlery around us feels unreal, almost indecent. The scent of wine, the smell of roasted meat, the hushed laughter of other patrons: it all blurs into an absurd background against the weight of the words already pressing in the air.Yann places a brown envelope on the open file. The gesture seems simple, but I sense a deliberate performance in its slowness. His fingers brush the cardboard as if the item contained flammable material. My heart tightens: it’s not an envelope, it’s a fuse ready to ignite everything I thought I knew.Lucas doesn’t move. His fists are clenched, gripping the table, but his gaze, fixed, is that of a caged predator, ready to pounce.“I found traces,” Yann says, his voice low, controlled, chilling. “In archives that should have remained confidential. Internal memos. Correspondence. All linked to Alexandre’s mother’s secretary.”An innocuous name. Secretary. Yet, that word explodes within me like a detonation. Banality is suddenly tinge
Remember me naked Chapter 160 — The Fragments of Truth
LYRAThe file opened in front of me seems almost banal, thin, fragile, but I know it contains the weight of twenty years of mysteries and silences. My fingers brush over the papers, my heart races, and the restaurant, though neutral and quiet, becomes a suspended theater, where every word could tilt the reality I had reconstructed.Yann sits down with the calculated calm that characterizes him, crosses his legs, and looks me straight in the eyes. I feel Lucas tense beside me, his hands clenched on the table, ready to intervene if the atmosphere becomes too charged.— Before we begin, murmurs Yann, I need to know… where is Alexandre?I almost jump. Lucas gives me a questioning glance, and I sense that the mere name of Alexandre triggers something in this room.— He is… with us in our thoughts, I reply softly, my heart pounding. He doesn’t know anything about this yet.Yann nods, seemingly satisfied with a partial answer, then continues, more seriously:— Good. Because what I’ve discove
Remember me naked Chapter 159 — The Lunch of Secrets
LYRAThe restaurant door opens to a dim, neutral light, almost hospitable in its banality, but for me, each step I take inside echoes with both dread and hope. My hands rest on my belly, an instinctive and protective gesture, and my breath becomes more measured, as if to calm the inner storm threatening to overwhelm me.I immediately spot Lucas, already seated at a discreet table by the window. His gaze lifts and meets mine, and I instantly feel the mix of relief and worry that crosses his expression, this unique ability he has to sense the invisible, to perceive tension before it even manifests. I approach, and he almost immediately rises to welcome me with that honest embrace that reminds me that, no matter what happens, I will never be alone.— Lyra… he breathes, his voice slightly low, laden with protective gravity.— Lucas… I murmur, a fragile smile brushing my lips.We sit down, and before I can even relax, a familiar silhouette appears in the doorway: Yann. His demeanor is unch
También te puede gustar
Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Boat of Peaches762.7K vistasOn My Professor's Bed
Xee write750.9K vistasMarried a Secret Billionaire
Breaking Wave1.1M vistasThe Three Little Guardian Angels
Ginger Bud3.2M vistasFaking It With The Hockey Playboy
Rejoice Ezeh573 vistasLegally Bound
Amanda Dyz314 vistasSugar Daddy's Favorite Cute Girl
agneslovely2014284 vistasSinful cravings for my hockey step brother
Davina80 vistas
