LOGINGreer’s POVMy mouth fell open in a silent cry as he pounded into me relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every brutal thrust.“Calder— ahh!” I moaned, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the desk. “Slow down… please—” But he only fucked me harder. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he drove into me deeper, grinding against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the small apartment.“You’re mine,” he snarled against my ear, his chest pressed against my back. “Say it while I ruin this tight little cunt.”“I’m yours—” I choked out, barely able to form words. Every thrust pushed the air out of me. My breasts bounced wildly against the cold surface of the desk as he took me without mercy. He was so deep. So fucking big. I felt every inch, every vein, every brutal stretch as he claimed me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could
Greer’s POVIt was Friday night, and I was deep in an important video meeting with three of my new distributors from different towns. I had my laptop propped up on the small desk in the living room, wearing a loose silk pajama set, the only thing comfortable enough after a long day of packing orders. My hair was in a messy bun, and I was doing my best to look professional from the chest up.“We’re seeing strong demand for the hydrating serum in the southern region,” one of the distributors was saying. “If we can get consistent stock by next month—”A soft click sounded behind me. The front door opened. I didn’t even have time to turn before I felt him. Calder’s presence filled the room instantly. He closed the door quietly and walked up behind me without saying a word. His hands landed on my shoulders, warm and heavy. I stiffened. “Calder—” I whispered urgently, trying to shrug him off while keeping a professional smile on camera. “Not now. I’m in a meeting.” He ignored me completel
Greer’s POVThe evening sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the quiet neighborhood as I stepped out of my apartment building. For the first time in days, I decided to use some of the money Wells had left behind. Not all of it, just enough to buy proper groceries instead of surviving on instant noodles and coffee. My fridge was embarrassingly empty, and I couldn’t keep pushing my body to the limit while trying to build a business. I slipped on a simple hoodie and jeans, grabbed my tote bag, and walked the short distance to the nearby supermarket. The cool air inside the store felt refreshing after being cooped up for so long. I took my time, picking out fresh vegetables, fruits, some chicken, rice, and a few other essentials. It felt strangely empowering, buying food with money that wasn’t from Calder or Veda. Even if it came from Wells, it still felt different. Kinder.I was standing in the snack aisle, debating between two brands of oatmeal, when I heard the f
Greer’s POVI stared at the message on her screen, hardly able to believe it.“Really?” I whispered, a genuine smile breaking across my face for the first time that day.“Yes!” Cassey laughed, looking just as thrilled. “They loved our brand story and the samples we sent. This is huge, Greer. There are going to be thousands of people there, potential customers, retailers, even beauty influencers. This could be our big break!”For a moment, all the stress about the mysterious money faded into the background. I pulled Cassey into a tight hug, both of us laughing with relief and excitement.“We’re really doing this,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “slowly, but we’re actually moving forward.”Cassey hugged me back fiercely. “We are. And we’re going to kill it at that trade fair. I’ll help you prepare everything. The branding, display setup, marketing materials. This is your moment, Greer.”I nodded, feeling a renewed surge of determination despite the strange cloud of the anonymous mon
Greer’s POV“Wait— what?! Greer, slow down. Twenty-five million?! Okay, breathe. Yes, you need to go to the bank immediately. I’ll meet you there. Don’t touch the money. Don’t spend anything. We’ll sort this out."Thirty minutes later, I was at the bank, heart hammering in my chest as I sat across from a senior manager in a private office. Cassey sat beside me, holding my hand for support.“I’m telling you, this money isn’t mine,” I explained, my voice shaky. “There must have been a mix-up with the account numbers or something. I only run a very small beauty brand. I can’t possibly have twenty-five million dollars transferred to me.”The bank manager, a calm middle-aged man in a neat suit, checked his screen again and smiled politely.“Miss Greer, I understand your concern. But this transfer was not a mistake. The funds were intentionally deposited into your account this morning. It is specifically earmarked for the development and expansion of your beauty brand, Lumina Bloom."I star
Greer’s POVThe confrontation with Veda still echoed in my head days later, but instead of breaking me, it solidified my decision. I couldn’t stay in that mansion any longer. Not even for one more week. Every corner reminded me of Calder’s control, Veda’s cruelty, and the version of myself I was desperately trying to leave behind. So I did something terrifying.I rented my own apartment. It was a beautiful, well-furnished one-bedroom unit in a quiet but decent neighborhood. The living room had large windows that let in plenty of natural light, a small kitchen with modern appliances, and a cozy bedroom with a walk-in closet. It even came with basic furniture; a sofa, dining table, and a comfortable bed. Exactly what I needed to start over. But renting it nearly wiped out almost all the money I had made from Lumina Bloom so far. I stared at my bank balance on my laptop screen, heart sinking. The deposit, first month’s rent, and moving costs had taken a massive bite. What was left was b
Greer’s POV “Greer?” Desmond’s voice came through, filled with worry. “Thank God. I’ve been calling you for hours. Are you okay? You said you were going home but then you went silent. I’m really starting to worry about you.”I swallowed hard, acutely aware of Calder’s intense gaze on me and his ha
Greer’s POV I was almost home when my phone lit up with a new message from Calder.Calder: Don’t come to the house. Tell Diego to bring you to The Sterling Hotel. Suite 2401. I’m waiting for you.My heart skipped. I quickly told Diego about the change in plans. He didn’t ask questions, simply nodd
Calder’s POV I smiled to myself and returned to my emails, already planning exactly how tonight would go.I was reviewing the report on the recovered pinhole cameras when my assistant buzzed in.“Mr. Calder, Sir Wells is here. He says it’s urgent about the foundation portfolio.”I leaned back in m
Indira’s POVFinally,I had done this. Every forged signature, every carefully timed transaction using her login credentials… it had all been me. And it was working even better than I had imagined. Seeing Greer suffer like this, watching her world crumble piece by piece, filled me with a deep, vici







