MasukBook 24“Fuck me,” Emma moaned softly in the passenger seat, the words escaping her lips in a breathless, jagged whisper as the sports car tore through the dark city streets. The fast-acting sedative seemed to spike even more with every passing minute, sending waves of intense heat straight to her core and completely obliterating her remaining cognitive control. Her small hands clawed weakly at the leather upholstery, her head rolling back against the headrest as her body burned with an unnatural, desperate franticness. Julian didn’t bother turning to her side to look at her, his jaw locked in a rigid line as his large hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. He focused his entire attention strictly on the dark road ahead, pushing the vehicle to its absolute limits because getting her behind the secure gates of his estate was the only priority occupying his mind.As they arrived at the mansion, Cal was standing quietly at the counter of the butler’s pantry, org
Book 23The clock on the glass wall of the high-rise conference room read exactly 11:41 PM, the bright lights of Paris glowing through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows behind the assembled crowd. Julian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, surrounded by top-tier investors from all around the world who were deep in intense discussions regarding the final terms of the international merger. On the polished wood surface, Julian’s personal phone beeped softly, a muted sound he completely ignored because the device had been buzzing consistently since the very beginning of the late-night conference. He didn't bother checking it, keeping his attention fixed on a slide projecting financial logistics until the phone beeped three distinct times in rapid succession. The consistency of the alerts caught his eye, and he noticed the incoming messages were originating from a completely anonymous sender, an irregularity that finally prompted him to pick up the device. He swiped the screen
Book 22The porcelain cup rattled against the silver tray as Emma set it down, the last drops of the bitter herbal blend warm in her throat. Cal stepped into the shadows of the doorway just as the junior maid left, his eyes fixed on the girl’s retreating back before he turned his gaze entirely onto Emma. He watched from the entrance of Julian’s private study, a cold, toxic satisfaction settling deep in his chest as the first signs of the drug took hold. Emma’s fingers gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, her knuckles turning white as a sudden, violent dizziness hit her behind the eyes, making the massive room spin in blurred circles. She tried to stand, her legs turning to water beneath her, while an unexplainable, suffocating heat began to crawl under her skin, driving her heart into a frantic, erratic rhythm. She let out a soft, broken moan, her vision darkening as her upper body collapsed forward against the polished wood of the desk, completely paralyzed by the chemical fire b
Book 21Emma’s eyes opened slowly, her eyelids feeling thick and heavy from the deep sleep that had claimed her the previous night. As her vision gradually cleared, she found Julian already fully dressed in a crisp, dark tailored charcoal suit, standing near the edge of the bed while adjusting his silver cufflinks with practiced precision. The entire mansion was already buzzing with a quiet, tense energy because everyone knew the high stakes of the day ahead. Julian was scheduled to attend a massive, high-profile corporate international merger dinner that required his absolute presence, an elite gathering of global executives that would drag on through the evening and into the dead of night. He glanced down at her, his expression unreadable but his movements lacking the usual cold harshness that had defined their earliest interactions in this house.“I am leaving for the city now,” Julian said, his deep voice cutting through the morning quietude as he stopped adjusting his cuffs and
Book 20The oak door to the master suite turned silently on its hinges as Julian stepped back inside after spending hours in his private study. He moved with slow, deliberate caution, his eyes adjusting to the quiet layout of the room until they landed on the grand bed. Emma was lying completely still across the mattress, her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic, appearing to be fast asleep after the emotional exhaustion of the evening. If this situation had occurred before, with any of the other countless women he had brought into this house all through the years, his behavior would have been entirely predictable and ruthless. In those past years, he would have walked over without a single word, brutally drawn her up by the hair until she completely satisfied his base desires, and then turned his back to sleep carelessly without giving her a second thought. To Julian, women had always been mere sex toys, disposable instruments meant for temporary entertainment and nothing more, e
Book 19Emma sat entirely alone on the edge of the massive, silk-sheeted bed, the silence of the master suite pressing against her ears. Julian had gone down to his private study to handle an urgent matter for the Voss Group, leaving her to stew in the remnants of his unexpected confession. Her hands were still trembling, her mind drowning in a deep, suffocating pool of regret as she stared blankly at the glass terrace doors. She felt sick to her stomach over the entire charade, wondering how a simple plan to humiliate Cal had spiraled into Julian holding her as if she were his salvation. The guilt was eating her alive, making her feel like a monster for using a man’s genuine vulnerability as a chess piece in a petty household war. She cradled her head in her hands, desperately wishing she could just pack her things and disappear from the mansion entirely.Miles away from the estate, entirely oblivious to Emma's torment, Stella and Bella were living a completely different reality. Th







