Se connecterEpisode 13 - Surfaced Obsession
Adrian's POVI was the only one now left in the conference room.Everyone had gone hours ago, leaving both the conference room and the office building in general, empty.I sat in the dim light, staring at the merger documents on the screen of my laptop and everything written there blurred into what I could not bring myself to understand.All I could think about was Camila. Her name echoed in my skull accompaniEpisode 8 — Elena's POVThree days had passed since the press conference and here we were...At I and Roman's engagement party.Of course the engagement party was his idea. He had told me that we needed to go public in a controlled environment. By that, he meant in an environment where we called the shots and got to change the narrative.This controlled environment was a private venue with a curated guest list. Just enough social pressure to make our story stick, if you asked Roman."You're asking me to be a performer", I had said while watching him fasten his cufflinks earlier, while we were still at the penthouse."I'm asking you to be my fiancée". He had replied, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "Same thing, in this world".We had just arrived at the private venue which was a rooftop terrace in Manhattan. It was glittering with string lights and champagne towers.Immediately I stepped down t
Episode 7 — Elena's POV"What the heck?".I whispered , brows furrowing as my heart summersaulted in my chest.I was currently viewing the photos. My pictures that had hit the internet at 7:23 AM which was the next day.While I had still been half-asleep, tangled in Roman's sheets while his arm was heavy across my waist, my phone had started exploding with notifications.The buzzing had pulled me from a dream I couldn't quite remember, and when I had grabbed my phone, I saw my face splashed across three different gossip sites.•••| Event Planner Turned Fiancée: Inside the Billionaire's Secret Love Nest |•••| Roman Cortez's Cinderella: From Hiring Her to Marrying Her |•••The Five Million Dollar Question: Is Their Love Real? |•••My stomach dropped."Roman". I shook his shoulder. "Roman, wake up".He stirred, blinking at me wi
Episode 6 — Roman's POVWe had left the Cortez estate by 10 PM the previous day, and immediately we got back, I took a shower and fell asleep, only to wake up in the morning to find Elena beside me.The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting her sleeping form in shades of gold and cream.I had been awake for over an hour already, just watching her breathe. I just wanted to watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the silk sheets of my bed.She looked different while asleep. She looked more softer and like the walls she kept so carefully constructed during the day had crumbled, leaving her vulnerable and trusting.But I knew deep within me that I didn't deserve that trust.Raising my hand, I stretched it and it hovered over her hair as I wanted to touch her but I pulled back. I was Roman Cortez.I didn't do gentle.What I did was control, dominance, an
Episode 5 -Roman's POV"You didn't tell us when you had a girlfriend, Roman. Now she's your fiancée". Was the first thing I heard from my mother after a brief hug. Then she gave Elena a very long hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek."Welcome to the family, Sweetie".My family had invited Elena and I for dinner at their estate. Of course they had heard of it and had seen it through the media after the gala.Elena and I arrived by 5 pm, with her in a dinner dress and me, in a suit and tie. Family dinners at the Cortez estate always felt like a production because my mother always insisted that everyone put on formal attire.The meal that was served on the large glass dining table was a three-course meal—orders given by my mother. The silverware were also enough to confuse a diplomat.And tonight, the guest of honour was Elena, and I hated every second of it. I didn't hate it because of her but because
Episode 4 — Roman's POV Tonight seemed different. The Charity gala was held at the Metropolitan Museum and all male attended guests were in black ties and the females, in glittering gowns. It seemed everyone was holding a champagne flute with smiles, curving the corner of their faces. But the smiles never did reach their eyes. I had been to a hundred of these events and they were all the same. Handshakes were used to seal deals, whispered conversations were used to move markets, and then there was the constant, and exhausting performance of being Roman Cortez. Still, something about tonight seemed extremely different. Elena was on my arm. She was wearing the emerald dress I had chosen for her. The fabric clung to her curves like it was made for her. The plunging neckline that dipped just enough to hint the swell of her breasts, drew eyes and the slit exposed
Episode 3 — Elena's POV My apartment was in complete disarray. Boxes were scattered everywhere, my clothes were spilling from half-packed suitcases, the movers Roman had hired were standing at attention like soldiers awaiting orders. I had barely had time to process what happened in his office yesterday... The way he had fucked me on that leather couch, the contract clause I had missed, and the fact that I was now moving into a billionaire's penthouse. And he had said it didn't mean anything. I repeated that to myself as the movers loaded my belongings into the black SUV: It doesn't mean anything, Elena Moore. Strictly business. But my body remembered every detail. His fingers inside my pussy. His mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipple. The way he had thrust into me, so deep and relentless until I came apart. And then his cold dismissal afterward. Fuck. I needed to get a grip. Soon, we arrived and the penthouse was on the top floor of a glass tower in the fin







