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The Cage Gets Smaller

Auteur: Talia .E.
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-17 21:31:56

POV: Clara

Victor was already at the table when I came down for breakfast.

That was unusual. He was a late riser at home, always taking his coffee in the study before appearing for anything social. But this morning he was seated at the head of the table with his jacket already on, a half-eaten plate of eggs in front of him, and the particular energy of a man who had already won something and was enjoying the feeling.

"There she is," he said, when I came in.

Mr. Quinn and his wife were at the ta
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    POV: ClaraVictor was already at the table when I came down for breakfast.That was unusual. He was a late riser at home, always taking his coffee in the study before appearing for anything social. But this morning he was seated at the head of the table with his jacket already on, a half-eaten plate of eggs in front of him, and the particular energy of a man who had already won something and was enjoying the feeling."There she is," he said, when I came in.Mr. Quinn and his wife were at the table too, along with Camille, who was picking at a bowl of fruit. Nikolai wasn't there yet.I sat down and poured coffee and told myself it was going to be a straightforward morning."The Quinn partnership is finalized," Victor said, as though he was making a toast without a glass. "Everything signed, everything settled. I thought we'd celebrate properly when we're back home. A dinner, nothing too large. A hundred guests perhaps."Mr. Quinn looked pleased. His wife looked like she'd heard this ki

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   The Kindness He Called Ruin

    POV: Nikolai The beach at six in the morning was grey and flat, the tide pulling back from the sand in long, slow sheets.Victor walked ahead, hands behind his back, talking. Quinn kept pace beside him, nodding at the right intervals. I walked a half step behind them both, which was where Victor preferred me during these conversations—close enough to hear, far enough not to contribute unless invited."The Wilson portfolio is nearly sorted," Victor said. "A few remaining assets. The lake property, some personal holdings they'd been sitting on for years. Sentimental attachments to things that stopped being worth anything a long time ago."Quinn made a sound of agreement. "Old families have that problem.""They do." Victor stepped over a line of seaweed the tide had left behind. "It's almost a kindness, helping them let go. They wouldn't know how to do it themselves."I kept my eyes on the waterline.Kindness. That was the word he used. I'd watched him use it before—with the Hendersons,

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   His Son’s Bed

    POV: Clara The Draven beach house looked like something that was built to intimidate people rather than welcome them.It had floor-to-ceiling glass walls which reflected the setting sun. Apparently Victor loved it here, so of course I hated it on sight.He parked with a satisfied sigh and turned to Mr. Quinn in the backseat. “Wait till you see the infinity pool. It looks like it drops straight into the ocean.”Mr. Quinn chuckled. “You always did have taste, Victor.”I got out first, my sandals sinking into the white gravel. The salt wind whipped my hair across my face as I heard the waves crashing below the cliff, loud and endless. The sound pressed against my chest, reminding me how isolated we were. We had no neighbors or roads close enough. It was just water stretching forever in every direction.I busied myself with the caterers while Victor gave the tour. Trays of shrimp, chilled oysters, tiny crab cakes—everything expensive and perfect already arranged out. I pointed at wher

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   The Version My Father Told

    POV: NikolaiThe mansion looked worse in daylight.I stood in the doorway of the breakfast room with my coffee, watching the staff move through the ground floor like a cleanup crew after a natural disaster. Someone was on their hands and knees picking sequins out of the carpet. Another was collecting champagne flutes from the windowsills and the mantelpiece and one particularly concerning location behind the grandfather clock.Victor sat at the head of the breakfast table, still in last night's shirt, snapping at the housekeeper about the flower arrangements being moved without his permission."They were wilting," she said carefully. "I thought—""You're not paid to think about flowers. You're paid to move them when I tell you to move them." He pressed two fingers against his temple and reached for his water glass.I took the seat across from him and poured myself more coffee from the carafe. I looked around the table. "Where's Clara?""Migraine." Victor didn't look up. "She's restin

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    POV: Clara"Gentleman... Meet my beautiful wife Clara." Victor said, placing his hands on my lower back.I just smiled politely at the men whose eyes never came up to my face. Their gazes were fixed on the low cut of my dress, through which my cleavage was visible.I rolled my eyes and did my job beside my so-called husband, listening to him as he droned on and on about political bullshit and some other stuff with his company.Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me and I turned to see Nikolai standing at the corner of the room, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne.He caught my gaze but his eyes never shifted as he downed the drink in one go and dropped the empty glass on the tray of a waiter who was passing by.Feeling extremely uncomfortable—from the hand of the father on my waist and the gaze of the son—I excused myself from their midst and walked away.I had barely taken two steps before a woman blocked my path. There was a tag on her shirt that read *reporter*

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   Eyes That Belong To Me

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  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   Bruises and Breaches

    POV: ClaraThe pantry floor felt like it was still burned into my skin. Every step I took that morning was heavy, like my legs were made of lead. I was a hollow shell, just a set of lungs moving air in and out while the rest of me was rotting from the inside.I was sitting at the breakfast table, t

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  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   The Color of Treason

    POV: ClaraThe dress was a scream. That was the only way to describe the shade of red Victor had picked out for the Quinn-Novarion gala. It wasn't elegant; it was the color of an open wound. As the stylist tucked the silk around my waist, I felt less like a guest of honor and more like a target pai

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-18

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   Hostage

    Clara's POVThe black SUV pulled up the circular driveway, and my stomach performed a slow, agonizing flip. My parents stepped out, looking so small against the backdrop of the Draven estate.My mother looked even more slender than the last time I had seen her, her kind face was etched with that pe

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-17

  • Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son   The Trophy Wife

    POV: ClaraThe morning light felt like a physical weight pressing against my eyelids. My head throbbed with the kind of hangover that had nothing to do with champagne and everything to do with the lies I had swallowed the night before. Victor had left before dawn for some mysterious business meetin

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-19
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