LOGIN“When I pictured what today would look like, it never involved me standing here, alone at the alter, humiliated, as the prying eyes of guests etched at me like daggers and hushed whispers rose amongst them, with the collective gasps of disbelief. And worse, the whole world was watching this LIVE on every local news channel”. *********************** Hi my name is Clarissa, and my perfect fairytale just turned into a public nightmare. One night before my wedding, I was drugged and woke up in a strange place. Confused, late, and barely holding myself together, I still showed up in my gown, ready to marry the man I loved. Only to be left standing at the altar. Alone. Humiliated and Live on every local news channel. But that's not even the cherry on top. The real heartbreak? Is that not only did he ditch me, but I caught him later…..in bed, sexually tangled in my sister's arms. My blood. So I did what any broken, furious woman would do. I turned to the one man who could ruin him, His powerful, dangerously sexy billionaire father, Victor Gonzales. It was supposed to be a game. A scandalous way to burn them both. But Victor isn’t a man you use and walk away from. He’s older. Smarter. Wickedly dominant. And he’s made it clear, if I play with fire, I will get burned. Now, I’m caught in a forbidden game of lust, lies, and revenge. And the more I fall for him, the harder it becomes to remember who’s using who. He was meant to be a pawn. But he just might become my greatest temptation….and my deepest downfall.
View More~Clarissa's POV~ The air in the office was cold. Not just physically...the AC must have been set to some New York City winter blast, making the back of my neck prickle...but the whole atmosphere had chilled, turning the earlier, frantic heat into something sharp, dangerous, and crystalline.I sat on his desk, my body already leaning back slightly as if bracing for an impact that was a foregone conclusion. The dress, my beautiful, expensive sapphire silk, was a defeated heap around my waist, the zipper a broken line of silver at my back. Above the silken prison, my breasts were exposed to the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent lights and, infinitely worse, to the consuming, predatory gaze of the man standing over me.A shiver raced through me, but it wasn't just the cold. It was the naked, visceral wrongness of the setting combined with the absolute, thrilling rightness of the attention. My cheeks felt flushed, a deep, unbecoming blush that betrayed the internal chaos, yet I didn’t...I
~Clarissa's POV~ My entire body seized. For a horrifying, mesmerizing split second, I was a statue sculpted from pure tension. My eyes, still locked on his, refused to blink, and my lips, slightly parted in a silent gasp, couldn't form a single, coherent sound. The world had narrowed down to the storm grey irises inches from mine, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne.God, shouldn't it be a crime somewhere for someone to look this good?For a man his age...mid-forties, I guessed, though his lifestyle had clearly bought him a few years...he was impeccably clean, gorgeous to a fault, and radiating a controlled, dangerous energy that made every hair on my arms stand up. I felt like prey being casually assessed by a predator, but a part of me...a deeply rebellious, stupid part...found the assessment thrilling.Come on, Clarissa. Snap out of it. Don't give in to his charm. Not now. Not ever.I finally mustered the courage to break the gaze, pulling my head back an i
~Clarissa's POV~ I felt like I blinked and somehow it was already Monday. The past couple of days had breezed by in a jiffy, a blur of emotional recovery fueled by Diane’s endless stream of bad TV, excellent coffee, and non-judgmental silence.Yet, even in the middle of a cheesy rom-com, my mind reeled with an endless loop of questions: What could be so important to make Victor Gonzales reach out to me first, and summon me with such urgency? He was the kind of man who had people for everything...assistants to schedule, messengers to deliver, lawyers to negotiate. He didn’t dial numbers. He didn’t request meetings; he mandated them.And now, I was just a few steps away from finding out. I stood across the street, gazing up at the massive, towering skyscraper that bore Victor's company name and logo...Magnesium Mechanics. It was a monolith of polished glass and steel, a colossal middle finger to the rest of the urban landscape. This building wasn't just an office; it was Victor's le
~Clarissa's POV~ Great, just great. Of all the damn times his call could come in, it had to be right in the middle of my emotional breakdown...my full-on, snot-and-tears, mid-life crisis on Diane’s couch.As if the universe itself was mocking me, my eyes were still locked on the screen, the name....Victor Gonzales flashing persistently like a siren in the aftermath of a storm. My hand hovered over the phone. I was clearly not in the mood for a conversation or chit-chat. My face was a blotchy, tear-stained mess, my head felt like a drum, and my entire nervous system was shot. But another part of me...the wild thing he’d spotted and called out, was intensely curious. What was so important that the formidable Victor Gonzales felt the need to reach out to me, now?“Well, who is it, Rissa? Is it really your dad?”Diane's voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I averted my gaze from the screen to look at her. She still had that confused, concerned expression,
~Clarissa’s POV~ The silence that descended after my words wasn't just quiet; it was a physical vacuum, a void so profound that the hum of the air conditioning unit sounded like a jet engine. I was hyper-aware of everything: The faint scent of Papa’s cologne, and the two pairs of eyes locked onto
~Clarissa's POV~ The world didn't just slow down; it froze.“A…a drug addiction, Rissa.”The words were a physical blow, a gut punch that chased the breath from my lungs. An addiction? Me? Clarissa? The girl who only had half a glass of wine at a party because she hated the feeling of losing cont
~Clarissa's POV~ The weight of Papa's words hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. The world around me had blurred into a haze of noise, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, each beat echoing in my ears. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could feel were the hot tears I’d b
~Clarissa's POV~ I walked over to the oversized leather couch, the one that always smelled faintly of old cigars and expensive cognac....and sank into it. It was a statement: I was here for the answers, not for comfort. Richard followed, his movements hesitant. He sat down on the same couch, his












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