[Juliette’s POV] I folded my arms, pretending to appear vexed. “What makes you think so?” Ralph blinked in confusion. “You’re so into clothes and grooming. And you seemed very enthusiastic discussing fashion with Monsieur Kugefield, so I thought—.” I grabbed my hips like a runway model showing off my white dress, its skirt dancing in the sea breeze. “Clothes maketh a man, don’t you think?” His laughter rang over the crashing waves. “Why do you laugh?” I wriggled my nose and snorted. “If business suits did the same as an A shirt, would you still wear them?" He scoffed. "You mean 'brand maketh a man'. Don't look at me like that, Juliette. That Miracle Dress is ten times the cost of one McLaren!" The remark appalled me. "So what? I can afford it." He rolled his eyes. "You mean 'me'–I paid for that." "With MY money," I retorted with a hard glare. With both hands tucked into his pockets, he chuckled and nodded in a knowing defeat. "You made your point." Then, he strolled ca
[Juliette’s POV]Ralph’s face jerked up and he stared deep into my eyes, as though searching for something. Was it something I said? What did I say, I couldn’t remember. Ah well, it’s not important. I reached up my fingers to stroke his jaw, ticking my fingertips with his stubble, and giggled. “Do you love it when I touch you, Ralph?” He lowered his lips on me and kissed me, slow and tenderly, as though he had all the time in the world—as though he was making love to me with his mouth. I yanked his shirt off his shoulders and kneaded his warm, hard flesh of his barreled chest, the way he liked it. Then, I slid my hands around his waist to his back and clutched him closer, so he nestled between my thighs. He tore his lips away and stared at me. “I want to show you what I see when I’m inside you.” My eyes widened in shock and then flared in embarrassment. “Wait, Ralph—!” He pulled me off the table and turned me around to bend me over the wooden edge, so my breasts were crushed a
*WARNING: This Chapter Contains Sexual Violence.* [Luke’s POV] “Get it, baby! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!! YES!” A female screams filled the hotel room as Luke repeatedly rammed into her from behind, grunting along to his own build up of ecstasy. He sank his nails into the plump flesh and spread her butt cheeks to go deeper as he continued thrusting brutally. Every hit of the roof made her tremble, clinching him as though her life depended on it, giving him the satisfaction that he needed for his own release. “Argh!!” Luke thundered in fury. After all that he had done for her, all that he had told her, why didn’t Juliette do anything?! Well, she did—she kissed that son of a bitch before the entire fucking world and made that glorious introduction of her new status as the wife of Ralph Virtus. DAMN YOU, RALPH VIRTUS!!! Luke’s mine screamed, and slapped the crimsoned skin twice. “Work harder, Melissa!” he roared. “Yes, Luke!” squealed the girl in delighted pain and squee
[Juliette’s POV] I get it — Ralph never regarded anyone in the Virtus clan his family. Not his father, nor his brothers. Why should he? They all wanted him dead. This time, I didn’t feel sad, I felt angry. Ralph’s father took him away from his mother, only to have him murdered by his brothers. Ralph was right, the man is a hardcore psychopath. I lifted my chin to kiss the rough skin underneath his chin. “How did your mother end up taking the poison? Didn’t you say that your father threatened all these women to stay away? He even killed two of them who tried to sneak into the mansion.” Ralph chuckled dryly. “She changed her appearance and got herself a servant’s job at the Virtus mansion.” What a smart woman! She knew that an arrogant man like Damien Virtus wouldn’t give a shit about the servants, so he wouldn’t pay attention to the lot, and she could secretly stay near her son to keep an eye on him. And saved his life. “She’s a brilliant and brave woman, Ralph.” I leaned
[Ralph’s POV]“Those sharks fell for it,” Ben’s voice rang in my ear. “Her trick worked like magic.” “How much was their bid?” I asked the phone, my eyes fixed on the slender figure seated on the deck beyond the closed glass door of the living area, out of earshot. “A hundred and twenty percent — as she had predicted.” “Fuck…,” I breathed in disbelief. “Yeah, that’s the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw the numbers,” Ben remarked. “The Lux’s gift is not a hoax.” “We know it isn’t.” I swallowed to push down the lump of bewilderment. The gorgeous creature was now standing, gazing ahead. Ben added, “I just didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to experience it firsthand, you know what I mean?” I knew exactly what he meant. That exactitude of calculation is not humanly possible with even the most brilliant economist. It was as if the world was designed by her calculations. “... you managed to pacify her?” Ben’s voice snapped me back to the living area. “Yes,” I groaned.
[Juliette’s POV] Ralph looked as if he had just been named the valedictorian. “Harold Lux had the same vision for Lux Corp?” I nodded in excitement. “Yes! We both realised that our markets are saturating. The rich couldn’t get any richer. We could pump in more for R&D, to level up our innovations. But the plateau is inevitable.” Ralph turned to face me completely. “That’s why he wanted to sell WhizTech.” Again, I nodded. “We need to lessen our load in order to continue moving.” “Cut the deadweight.” “It sounds cruel. But numbers are numbers.” I shrugged. Ralph gazed into my eyes. “I didn’t want to say this, but it does feel good knowing that I share the same views as your father.” I pulled back with a suspicious smile. “Are you into Papa?” He threw his head back and expelled a hearty laugh, and I giggled along. As the laughter subsided, he shook his head in disbelief and said, “If I had a choice, I’d rather be born a Lux than a Virtus.” Instantly, the cheerfulnes
[Juliette’s POV] He was smiling at me with the smile Papa has whenever he’s with mother. A smile that seems to say ‘This is the woman who made me feel like the luckiest man on Earth’. A strange feeling coursed through me from my toes as I stared into Ralph’s eyes, those alluring golden swirls around his black irises. We are at a place where reality couldn’t reach us. We have no last names, no status, nothing. There’s only us — Ralph and Juliette — tonight. This one night, we are just us. Just this one night I want to be his Juliette. I lunged over, got on my knees, and took his lips for a hard kiss. He was taken by surprise at first, then his lips parted and I slid in my tongue to caress him. My hands cradled his masculine jaw to hold his face in place so I could explore more of his mouth. His hand came up to my waist, pulling me closer to return his affections with increasing passion. “Juliette,” he groaned into my mouth. He liked what I was doing. Smiling, I grabb
[Juliette’s POV]I was stunned for a second, then I grabbed my elbow around his neck and rested my left cheek against his. “I care for you, Ralph,” I whispered into his ear and kissed his earlobe. “Fuck.” He stiffened and his biceps clamped harder around me as his hips moved faster, and he thrusted more rapidly into me, making me numb all over with pleasure. “Say it again, Juliette….” “I care for you!” I cried, tears streamed down my cheeks, scalding them. “I care for you, Ralph! Oh shit, I’m close…,” I squeaked meekly, a wave of tension seizing me.“You feel something for me, don’t you?” he asked firmly. “Yes!” I gasped. He pulled me away and his fierce gaze was fixed on me. “You can only have me, Juliette. Do you get it?” I kissed his mouth to silence my own wishes, but he broke away and held my gaze. “ONLY ME, JULIETTE.” Arrogant, stubborn and bossy ox. “Yes!” I kissed the area between his eyes. “I’m yours, Ralph. Only yours.” “Fuck, I’m close too!” He pressed our forehea