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CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
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2026-10-21 17:40:00
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Sweet Little Temptation EPILOGUE
BEVERLY Four years later, the morning sun broke over the cliffside overlook in a brilliant wave of spun gold, casting long, warm light across the sprawling estate gardens. The air was fresh, carrying the sweet, crisp scent of blooming jasmine and damp summer grass. Down in the valley, the city skyline shimmered beneath the pale sky, where the towering glass atrium of Vance Global and the riverfront foundation stood as permanent monuments to a life built on resilience, vision, and unshakeable love. But here, within the private, iron-gated sanctuary of our home, the world was quiet, peaceful, and vibrant with life. I stood on the wide stone terrace holding a warm cup of Earl Grey tea, watching the scene unfolding on the sunlit lawn below. I wore an effortless white silk jumpsuit with a wide, structured neckline that sat gracefully off my shoulders. Beneath my collarbones, the thick black leather band rested securely around my throat, its polished silver D pendant gleaming like a be
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
BEVERLY February arrived with the quiet, breathless stillness that always precedes the first thaw of spring. The estate grounds were draped in a soft, shimmering coat of pale frost, the tall pine trees standing like dark guardians against the clear winter sky. Inside the master suite, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows offered a sweeping view of the valley below, but the bedroom itself was bathed in the warm, dancing glow of the hearth fire. I stood in the center of the spacious nursery adjoining our suite, my hand resting over the round, prominent curve of my belly. The room was a masterclass in spatial serenity—a soft, harmonious blend of warm oak, brushed brass, cream cashmere, and deep forest green accents. Near the central bay window sat the hand-carved oak crib Julian had coordinated from Florence, draped in organic ivory linens. Beside it stood a plush velvet armchair where I often sat in the quiet evenings, listening to the soft murmur of the wind against the glass while
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
BEVERLY Winter returned to the city with a quiet, breathtaking grandeur, draping the slate roofs of the financial district and the iron gates of the estate in a pristine mantle of fresh white snow. By late January, my pregnancy had progressed into a soft, undeniable swell beneath my clothes. The initial bouts of morning fatigue from the early weeks had given way to a glowing, radiant vitality that filled every room I walked into. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my studio, wearing a tailored emerald wool dress that hugged my curving figure, I looked every bit the Chief Spatial Design Consultant—and the cherished, deeply protected wife of the man who ruled the tower. My work on the Arthur Jones Educational Center had reached its most rewarding milestone. The central atrium was fully enclosed, its massive glass dome catching the winter sunlight and flooding the sunlit courtyards below with warmth. Every architectural detail my father had dreamed of had been brough
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX
BEVERLY The sharp, salty breeze sweeping off the Atlantic carried the unmistakable scent of late autumn. The coastal retreat remained our ultimate sanctuary—a place where the towering glass structures of the financial district and the unyielding demands of the syndicate gave way to the steady, timeless rhythm of crashing waves against the cliffside rocks. It had been nearly a month since our private wedding, and the rhythm of our lives had settled into a profound, golden harmony. It was a Saturday afternoon, and the estate was filled with a quiet, comfortable warmth. A roaring fire crackled in the broad stone hearth of the main living hall, casting long amber beams across the dark timber floors and polished leather furniture. Marcus and Julian had arrived the evening before. Julian spent most of the morning curled up on the rug near the hearth with his laptop, working through a set of complex software architecture models for Marcus’s development wing, while Marcus sat at the heav
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE
BEVERLY The initial weeks following our wedding unfolded with a quiet, majestic grace that settled over the estate like a warm autumn blanket. The public narrative surrounding Vance Global had reached a state of complete, unshakeable stability. The business press covered our union not as a corporate scandal, but as the powerful union of the empire’s formidable CEO and its brilliant, First-Class Chief Spatial Design Consultant. My name, Beverly Vance, was printed alongside the architectural renderings of the Arthur Jones Educational Center, cementing a legacy that brought my father’s quiet memory into the sunlit foreground of the city’s skyline. On a cool Tuesday morning in October, I sat at my marble drafting table, reviewing the final structural steel schedules for the foundation’s central atrium. The suite was quiet, filled with the soft ambient hum of classical music and the golden light of the autumn sun streaming through the panoramic glass. A soft, rhythmic knock sounded at
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR
BEVERLY September arrived with a quiet, golden radiance that transformed the estate grounds into a sweeping tapestry of amber, deep crimson, and dark pine. The weeks leading up to the wedding had unfolded with an effortless, perfectly orchestrated precision. Under Damian’s absolute direction, there was zero chaos, zero frantic planning, and zero overwhelming stress. Arthur Harrison coordinated the security details and international guest lists with clinical perfection, while Julian and I spent peaceful afternoons reviewing flower arrangements, menu selections, and custom linen suites over tea in the estate conservatory. My work as Chief Spatial Design Consultant continued to bloom. The foundation’s central wing on the riverfront bluff was progressing rapidly, its steel frame rising against the skyline like a promise taking physical form. Every afternoon at four-thirty sharp, my terminal locked, and Damian walked through my frosted glass studio doors to bring me home—a steady,
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER THREE
BEVERLY I woke up entangled in my duvet with no idea about how and when I actually fell asleep. There is no need for me to actually hide out in my room. He must have definitely disappeared again ,just as usual. Getting off my warm and extremely comfortable bed,I went into the bathroom to shower
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER TWO
BEVERLY I recognised his voice from the numerous calls and late night chatting over the phone. I finally saw him, my crush,the man who has been taking care of me in place of my father. The kiss flashed through my mind again. That was the first time I ever got turned on from a kiss. God.
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER ONE
BEVERLY Having a crush on an older, more capable man had completely ruined dating for me. No guy my age ever measured up. Not when I knew what it felt like to be cared for by someone who remembered every little thing about me. Someone who listened when I spoke. Someone whose voice alone cou
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER FOUR
BEVERLY The remaining bite of my pancake suddenly tasted a lot like victory. I chewed slowly, my eyes locked on Damian as he finished the last of his coffee. The man drank it black, obviously. No sugar, no cream, just pure, bitter energy to fuel whatever dark empire he ran when he wasn’t busy lur
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