LOGINVictor pushed the bedroom door open and stopped.For one terrible second, he could not believe what he was seeing.Lia stood beside the bed, her hands at Adrian’s waist, trying to pull his trousers down completely. Adrian lay weakly against the pillows, face pale, one hand pressed hard against his temple. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing shallow.“What are you doing?”Lia spun around, eyes wide. “Mr. Victor!”“Get away from my son!”She stepped back at once. “You don’t understand. Adrian needed help.”“Help?” Victor’s voice shook with barely controlled rage. “You call this help?”“He wasn’t feeling well. I was only trying to—”“Get away from him!”Lia fell silent.Victor crossed the room in three long strides and knelt beside the bed. Adrian barely responded. His head turned slowly from side to side; he squeezed his eyes shut against the light.“Adrian?” Victor’s chest tightened. “What happened to you?”Adrian tried to answer. The words came out thin and broken. “My head…”Vic
Inside the twins room. Lila woke up because her throat felt dry.She turned beneath her blanket and opened her eyes. The room was dark. For a few seconds she stayed still, listening to the quiet mansion. Everything seemed peaceful. She glanced at the clock beside her bed, then sat up.She was thirsty.Lila climbed out of bed and quietly opened her bedroom door. She did not want to wake Elias. He was sleeping peacefully, and she knew he would complain if she disturbed him.She stepped into the hallway. The mansion looked different at night. The lights were low, and the long corridor seemed much bigger than it did during the day. She needed water from the fridge but where it was, it was high for her to reach. So she walked toward Clara’s room first. She pushed the door open carefully.“Aunty Clara?”There was no answer. Clara was fast asleep.Lila stood there for a moment, wondering whether she should wake her. She decided against it. She closed the door quietly and walked toward Emma’
Back at Serena's mansion. Nathan closed the guest room door behind him and stood there for a moment.The house was quiet.Everything had gone exactly the way he wanted.Serena was upstairs, unconscious and unaware of what was happening around her. Emma and Clara had accepted his story without question. They had even allowed him to stay for the night because they trusted him. They didn't see a reason not to trust him after he brought Serena home. Nathan walked toward the bed and sat down.He removed his shoes and leaned back, pretending to be tired.But sleep was the last thing on his mind.He checked his phone.11:18 p.m.Still too early.He needed to wait.If he moved too soon, someone could still be awake. He did not want to take any unnecessary chances.Nathan placed his phone beside him and stared at the ceiling.He thought about Serena’s words at the café.She was going back to Adrian. She planned to marry him again.After everything Nathan had done for her, she was still choos
The maid remained frozen outside the empty guest room. She looked at Lia’s bag again. It was still there. That made the situation even stranger. If Lia had not left the mansion, where had she gone?She slowly stepped into the hallway and looked toward Adrian’s bedroom. The door was closed. Her heart began to beat faster. She remembered the way Lia had spoken to Adrian earlier. She had seemed calm, almost too calm. The maid had also noticed how quickly Lia had disappeared from the guest room.Something was wrong.She walked toward Adrian’s room. With every step she became more nervous. When she reached the door she stopped. There was no sound coming from inside. She leaned closer. Still nothing.The maid hesitated before placing her hand against the door. It was slightly open. She pushed it just enough to see inside.Then she froze.Lia was below Adrian and had her hands around his dick, stroking and trying to make it hard. Adrian on the other hand was clearly not himself. His body lo
At the Laurent mansion the night moved faster than Lia expected.She had spent most of the evening inside the guest room, waiting and thinking. Adrian had already made it clear that he did not want her around him too much. He had told her they would talk tomorrow, then left her alone.But Lia had not come to the Laurent mansion to wait for tomorrow.She stood up and walked into the quiet hallway. Most of the lights were off, leaving only the soft wall lamps glowing along the corridor. She went straight to Adrian’s room. She did not knock. She simply opened the door slightly and found him sitting in his wheelchair beside his desk, staring at the computer screen. Several documents remained open in front of him.Lia frowned. “You are still working?”Adrian glanced at her. “I have things to clear from the system.”“You should be sleeping.”“I will when I'm done.”“I am only saying you need rest. You are still recovering.”“I know.”She stepped farther into the room. “Then why are you work
The car moved steadily through the quiet streets, headlights cutting clean lines through the darkness. Nathan sat in the back seat beside Serena while the driver kept his eyes on the road.Serena had not moved since they left the café. She remained completely unconscious, her head resting against the seat, breathing soft and even.The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Sir Nathan?”“Yes?”“Is she alright?”Nathan looked down at Serena before answering. “She became extremely tired after we talked. She had a few drinks, and before we knew it, she passed out.”The driver frowned. “She drank that much?”“Apparently.”“Should we take her to a hospital?”Nathan shook his head. “No. She is breathing normally. She's just sleeping.”The driver looked at Serena once more, then nodded. “If you say so, sir.”“Just get her home.”The driver continued driving. Nathan leaned back and watched the city pass. Shops were closing, traffic had thinned, and most people were already heading
He smiled. Soft. Warm. Almost boyish. “There you are,” he murmured. My heart dropped. Because even now… He still thought I was Lia. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but ther
The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke







