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013: Hit Me Hard, Hit Me Soft

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Lydia didn’t sleep.

Not after what she’d seen on the flash drive.

Not after discovering that her own body, her own memories, had been tampered with like they were part of a twisted lab experiment.

Her head was pounding. Her chest ached with betrayal.

She stormed into Damian’s penthouse without a call or warning. The concierge didn’t dare stop her. Maybe they saw the fire in her eyes. Maybe Damian had already trained the world to move when she wanted to burn.

He was sitting at the piano, shirtless, back muscles tensed as his fingers moved over ivory keys. The melody was haunting—like something composed for a funeral.

“You lied to me,” she said, loud enough to kill the music.

His hands stilled. Slowly, he turned on the bench to face her.

“I did more than that,” Damian said. “And I won’t deny it.”

“You filmed me. You erased things. You made me sign a contract I don’t remember.”

She took a step closer, fury trembling in her voice. “You rewrote me.”

“No.” He stood. “I unburied you.”

She fl
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  • Ten Sinful Commandments    020: Eve’s Rebellion

    The sky outside was still dark when Lydia packed the flash drive in her coat pocket and slipped out of Damian’s penthouse. Her heels clicked softly against the marble as she moved like a shadow, her pulse steady but her mind on fire.Everything had changed.She wasn’t the hunted anymore.She was becoming something else entirely.The twelfth—and final—commandment wasn’t a sentence.It was a challenge.48 hours. One must fall. One must reign.She walked into the dawn not as prey—but as the Queen.The Secret MeetingLydia sat across from him—the man who had once been known only by whispers.Vincent Blake.Damian’s half-brother.The one cast out.The rebel.“I saw her,” Lydia said. “The woman in red. She’s alive.”Vincent tilted his head, his smirk crooked. “Of course she is. You don’t think they kill their queens, do you?”“She was supposed to be dead.”“She was—to Damian.” He leaned closer. “But to the Council? She’s their enforcer. The one who ensures the commandments are followed… unt

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    019:Skin Deep Lies

    The moment Lydia opened that envelope, the world tilted.Inside was a single note. Handwritten. Bold strokes that bled urgency and obsession:“Number 11 was never supposed to make it this far. But if you’re reading this… it means she did.Terminate. Or fall with her.”Her blood ran cold.She turned the paper over—nothing else. No signature, no date, just that brutal ultimatum.“Terminate…”Her name—her number—was part of something bigger. Something horrifying. Damian hadn’t just broken rules to keep her. He had rewritten them.And someone else had been watching.Lydia stood naked in the mirror, the faint marks of their night together painting her skin like bruised poetry. Her reflection wasn’t the same woman who walked into Damian’s office weeks ago.She wasn’t fragile anymore.She was dangerous.And dangerously in love.He appeared behind her, towel slung low on his hips, watching her quietly.“You opened it,” he said.“I did,” she replied. “And now you’re going to tell me who the he

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    018: Mother of Sins

    The room was silent except for the low hum of the laptop.Lydia couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look away.On screen, her older self leaned closer, lips painted blood-red, eyes devoid of the warmth she still carried.“You’re not crazy,” the video-Lydia whispered. “You’re evolving.”Damian stood frozen behind her, jaw locked, his entire body coiled like he might shatter the screen or drag her away from it. But he didn’t. He knew better now.Video-Lydia continued, “You were chosen, long before him. Long before the Ten Commandments were used to train and seduce and destroy. You were supposed to rewrite them. You were born for this, Lydia. Because you are… the Eleventh Commandment.”Lydia’s fingers trembled as she paused the video.“Damian,” she said, voice hoarse. “What the hell does this mean?”He ran a hand through his hair, every muscle flexing with restraint. “I didn’t know it was this bad. I thought you were just the next player. But you’re not a player—you’re the architect.”She blinked

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    017: Touch Me With the Truth

    Lydia stood barefoot in the heart of Damian’s penthouse library, wrapped in his shirt, her body still marked from their last sinfully heated encounter. But now, everything felt… different.Rawer. Dangerous.“What do you mean the Commandments were your father’s?” she asked, voice hoarse, still winded from the truth.Damian stepped closer. Shirtless. His toned chest marked with faint old scars—one she hadn’t noticed before that curved near his ribs like a brand.“He created them as a system. A psychological framework,” he said. “He believed pleasure was the best way to control, manipulate… and eventually own someone.”Lydia’s stomach turned. “You used them on me.”“I thought I was using them.” He touched her jaw. “But it was always you in control, Lydia. You broke every rule, and I still begged for more.”She looked away, needing air, needing space—but he followed.“Then what happens now?” she whispered. “Now that we’ve broken every rule?”Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Now… the real game beg

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    016: Break Every Rule

    “You were never just a game to me. But you were never safe, either.”The rooftop of Hotel Vesper was empty—except for the silhouette of a man waiting in the shadows.Lydia’s heart pounded beneath her silk blouse. She’d come alone, just like the message said. But her body still ached from Damian’s touch, her skin flushed with the memory of how he’d made her fall apart hours ago. She hated herself for craving more.She should be running from him. From all of it.Instead, here she was—drawn into another layer of this dark, twisted web.“You came,” said the man, stepping into the moonlight.It wasn’t who she expected.Not a stranger. Not a blackmailer.It was Jaxon.Damian’s closest friend. The only man he said he trusted. The same man who’d flirted with her once, lightly—but always looked at her like he knew more than he should.Lydia’s voice dropped. “You sent the message?”Jaxon nodded, his eyes scanning her. “I couldn’t keep watching you walk blindfolded through his maze.”“What do yo

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    015: Last Chance Seduction

    Lydia’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingertips traced lazy patterns across her bare shoulder. The dim glow of the penthouse cast shadows that danced along the curves of her skin, pulling her deeper into the magnetic pull between them. Every nerve screamed for more—more touch, more heat, more of the dangerous promise in his eyes.But beneath the hunger, an ache lurked—questions she dared not voice. The secret Damian guarded, the stakes behind the Ten Sinful Commandments, and the dark consequences that waited for them both.“You have to choose, Lydia,” Damian murmured, voice rough, “Expose me… or save me.”Her pulse thundered, mind spinning. Could she trust him? Could she surrender fully when everything they’d built could shatter with one wrong move?A soft knock broke the moment. Damian’s jaw clenched as the door creaked open, revealing a woman with ice-blue eyes—Lucille. She smiled knowingly, a shadow of past whispered betrayals flickering in the air.“Time’s almost up,” Lucille said,

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    Chapter 14: Commandment Five – Always Choose Pain Over Safety(Truth or Ruin)

    Lydia’s hands trembled as she slid the door open to Damian’s penthouse. The cold air from outside had followed her inside, mingling with the tension that thickened the room like smoke. Her mind raced with everything that had happened—the betrayal, the broken trust, the secrets now clawing their way out of the shadows.She wasn’t sure if she was coming back for answers, for forgiveness, or just because she had nowhere else to run.Damian was waiting, as if he’d never doubted she’d return. His eyes were sharp, unreadable, but they softened the moment they landed on her.“You shouldn’t have come back,” he said quietly.“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Lydia whispered, stepping forward. “But I need to know everything. No more games.”He studied her, the fire in her gaze, the pain barely masked by the raw courage she carried.“Then listen carefully,” he said, pulling her into the living room and locking the door behind her.Damian’s voice dropped low, his confession tumbling out in fragments that

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    013: Hit Me Hard, Hit Me Soft

    Lydia didn’t sleep.Not after what she’d seen on the flash drive.Not after discovering that her own body, her own memories, had been tampered with like they were part of a twisted lab experiment.Her head was pounding. Her chest ached with betrayal.She stormed into Damian’s penthouse without a call or warning. The concierge didn’t dare stop her. Maybe they saw the fire in her eyes. Maybe Damian had already trained the world to move when she wanted to burn.He was sitting at the piano, shirtless, back muscles tensed as his fingers moved over ivory keys. The melody was haunting—like something composed for a funeral.“You lied to me,” she said, loud enough to kill the music.His hands stilled. Slowly, he turned on the bench to face her.“I did more than that,” Damian said. “And I won’t deny it.”“You filmed me. You erased things. You made me sign a contract I don’t remember.”She took a step closer, fury trembling in her voice. “You rewrote me.”“No.” He stood. “I unburied you.”She fl

  • Ten Sinful Commandments    012: Commandment Four – Never Fall in Love

    Lydia’s heels echoed through the marble lobby of the Ashford building like war drums.Her coat was still wrapped tightly around her naked body, her hair tousled, lips swollen from Damian’s kisses and her heart, a battlefield of lust and betrayal.She hadn’t gone home. She hadn’t even looked back.Instead, she spent the night parked in her car on the outskirts of the city, trying not to cry, trying not to need him, and trying even harder not to believe she might not be just Lydia after all.Eve.That name felt like a bruise under her skin.And now, standing in the bright light of day, she held her phone tightly in one hand, the flash drive in the other.She wasn’t walking into the Ashford empire as his submissive anymore.She was walking in as his storm.Damian looked up from his office desk when she entered unannounced.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. No tie. Sleeves rolled. Jaw sharp.He stood. “Lydia—”She threw the flash drive on his desk like a loaded gun. “Who am I?”His

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