FAZER LOGIN(Third person narrative)
Larry nods slowly. “Lana was always easy to guilt. I’ll tell her we can be a family again. She’ll fold.”Elias checks his phone. “She just texted. She’s on her way. Remember — act concerned. Make her think we’re saving her from the big bad billionaire.”They wait in silence for a minute.Larry finally speaks again. “You really think this works? Roman’s not st(Lana's POV) I trace a finger over one of the sketches. “And what do you get out of this, Carter? Why me?”He smiles, honest. “Because I like talent. Because I’ve watched you stand up when most people would hide. And honestly? Because I think you’re going to be extraordinary, and I’d rather be the one who helped you rise than watch someone else do it.” He pauses, then adds softer, “I’m not asking you to leave Roman. I’m asking you to give yourself a future that doesn’t depend on anyone else’s empire. You deserve that.”I close the folder, meeting his eyes. “It sounds almost too perfect.”“It’s not perfect,” he says. “It’s work. Long hours, tough decisions, real risk. But it would be yours. No board voting on your worth. No headlines deciding if you’re allowed to succeed.”I lean back, c
(Lana’s POV)I wake up sore in the best way, body still humming from last night. The marks on my thighs and neck make me smile as I stretch across the sheets. Then I grab my phone. The headlines are waiting. “Lana: Liability or Love Interest? Sources Say Roman’s Empire Is Bleeding Because of Her.” “Stepdaughter Scandal Threatens Vale Tech’s Future – Board Considers Emergency Vote.” I scroll slowly, jaw tightening. One article quotes an anonymous board member: “She’s beautiful, but she’s toxic. Roman needs to choose between the girl and the company.” I set the phone down and stare at the ceiling for a long moment.My phone rings ten minutes later. Carter Voss. I answer on the third ring. “Carter.” “Lana,” he says, warm and confident, like he’s been waiting for me to pick up
(Roman's POV) The PR director speaks up, voice careful. “Roman, we’re not asking you to abandon her. Just… manage the narrative. Say the relationship started after the marriage ended. Say it was mutual and consensual. Give us something we can work with.”I lean back in my chair. “The relationship is mutual and consensual. It started when she needed safety and I gave it to her. Everything else is noise. If the board wants me to step down because I refuse to lie about the woman I love, then vote. But know this — I built this company from the ground up. I can walk away and build another one tomorrow."A few people shift uncomfortably.The chairman tries again. “Even so, the damage is done. Public perception—”“Public perception changes when people see results,” I cut in. “Lana is not a scandal. She is the strongest person I know. She faced the world, told her
(Roman’s POV)I wake before the sun rises and just watch her sleep.Lana lies curled on her side in my bed, naked except for the faint red marks my hands and mouth left on her skin last night. Her hair is a mess across the pillow, lips still slightly swollen, one thigh marked with the clear imprint of my fingers. She breathes slow and deep, completely at peace for the first time in weeks.I trace one finger lightly over the bite on her shoulder. She doesn’t stir, but her body shifts toward my touch even in sleep.This woman walked through fire for us. She recorded her own truth, faced the world calling her a whore, helped trap her ex and my traitor, and still came home to let me fuck her like the world was ending. She will never live in anyone’s shadow again, I decide right then. Not her mother’s. Not the press’s. Not mine.She is going to shine so bright the whole world has no choice bu
(Lana's POV) “I know,” I whisper back. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”I feel him twitch inside me, still buried deep, his cum warm and thick. But I’m not done. Not even close. I push him back gently until he slips out of me with a wet sound that makes me shiver. I slide off the desk, drop to my knees right there on the carpet between his legs, and look up at him with a filthy little smile.“Is that all you’ve got, Daddy?” I ask, voice sweet but dripping with challenge. “One load and you’re finished? Because I’m still soaked and I want more. I want to taste how much you own me.”Roman’s eyes darken instantly. “Fuck, Lana…”I don’t wait for permission. I wrap my hand around his slick cock, still hard and glistening with our mess, and stroke him slow. “Look at this. Still so fucking thick. Still d
(Lana's POV) He spins me around so fast my palms slap the desk. Papers scatter everywhere. The blazer falls open completely, cool air hitting my bare tits and soaked pussy as he shoves my hips forward until I’m bent over the edge, ass up, legs spread wide.“Fuck, look at you,” Roman growls, voice thick with lust. “Bent over my desk like the dirty little slut who started all this. Ass in the air, dripping down your thighs for me.”I moan, pushing back against him, desperate. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your slut. The one who seduced you right here. Now fuck me like you own me. Hard. Make me scream so loud the cleaning crew hears it downstairs.”His hand cracks across my ass, sharp and stinging. I cry out, the burn blooming hot and perfect. He does it again on the other cheek, harder.“You want it hard?” he rasps, fingers digging into my hips. “You want me to ruin this pretty
(Lana’s POV) I close the bedroom door behind me, lean against it for a second while my pulse still races from the way Roman walked out of the kitchen like he was one wrong word from dragging me across the counter. My skin feels too tight, too hot, the tank top sticking to my damp back, shorts ridi
(Lana's POV) I pull into the driveway still gripping the steering wheel like it's Larry's throat, yogurt forgotten on the passenger seat, milk carton sweating cold against my thigh. The house looks quiet from the outside, all clean lines and tall windows, but I know he's in there, probably in his
(Roman’s POV) I’m halfway up the stairs when Maria catches me in the foyer. “Mr. Vale,” she says, voice small. “Miss Lana… she left, sir. About an hour ago. Hoodie up, small bag over her shoulder. She walked out the side gate. Didn’t take the car. Didn’t say a word to me.” The words land like
(Lana’s POV) I push through the café door downtown, the bell jingling too cheerful for how tense my shoulders are. Roman’s parked outside, engine idling, tinted windows hiding him from the street. He insisted on waiting. Said he didn’t trust the city after the headline. I told him I could handle a







