MasukOur conversation, however, came to an abrupt halt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice."And who exactly is going to take her shopping? You?" The voice belonged to someone leaning against the doorframe, and the moment we both looked up, my breath caught. Of all people — it was Gina. She strolled in as though she owned the place, dragging a chair over and dropping into it across from us. Kyle's jaw tightened visibly. He didn't bother masking his irritation."What are you doing here?"She pierced a chunk of her salad with her fork and answered flatly, "Eating breakfast. Obviously."His eyes narrowed. "I was under the impression you'd joined the breakfast boycott committee."Gina chewed slowly, unbothered. "That's on them. I never agreed to stop having breakfast with everyone." A quiet smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. Honestly, I was glad she had shown up. I'd been carrying a weight of guilt over how Kyle's family seemed to be drifting further from him — and somehow, I felt respons
Money was a crucial factor for my future survival here. It was not only necessary for covering my daily expenses, but also for building a solid financial foundation that could carry me through the uncertainties ahead. I needed a stable source of income — something reliable, something I could count on when everything else around me felt so fragile and unpredictable. The question gnawed at me constantly, threading itself through every waking thought like a needle pulling at loose string. But how could I ensure that? How could someone like me, in a position like mine, carve out any real sense of security in a place that still felt so foreign?My thoughts came to an abrupt halt as I stepped out of my room and found Kyle waiting for me in the hallway. The sight of him standing there, calm and composed, sent a sudden rush of warmth crawling up the back of my neck. Memories of our actions from the previous night flooded my mind in an unstoppable wave, vivid and uninvited, and I struggled des
He let out a low growl on hearing his name on my lips, and pulled down my night dress in a swift motion, exposing my undergarments.His large hands kneaded my breasts before undoing the hook of my bra. My breasts spilled out of the unhooked bra, and heat crept up to my face. I was a cup c, so I hoped he loved what he saw . “You're fucking adorable.” He whispered into my ears and rushed to my face. He bent down to plant wet kisses on my cheeks, down to my neck, and my chest till they reached the tip of my breast and slipped it into his mouth. “Uhmmm!” I cried out in pleasure as I felt his tongue circling my nipple while his other hand massaged my second breast. He made his way down my thighs and opened my legs before his fingers tickled the wet spot of my panties. I bit my lower lip as his touch triggered a burning desire within my body . He hooked a finger on my thong before sliding it down my legs , my wet pussy was left bare and unclad in front of him but he didn't move but instead
“But it’s not her fault,” I interjected before the situation could spiral completely out of control. “I was the one persuading her about it. I apologize. I’m simply not very familiar with northern fashion.”The excuse sounded weak even to my own ears, but it was the only explanation I could offer. Ever since my arrival, subtle remarks about my appearance and the way I dressed had made it painfully obvious that I did not meet the standards expected within this manor. Gina’s mother stared at me with visible disdain as she slowly stepped around the counter, positioning herself directly in front of me.Then, without warning, she pulled a knife from the holder nearby and pointed it straight at me.My breath caught instantly.The sharp tip hovered dangerously close to my right eye, causing my entire body to stiffen in shock. Behind me, Gina gasped loudly as Joanne extended the blade closer, her hand trembling ever so slightly.A fierce fire burned within her eyes.“Don’t you dare harm my da
Joanne's povI turned and stepped toward his desk, his attention still fixed on the documents spread before him. The silver frames resting on the bridge of his nose suited him perfectly, though he only wore them when his eyes is fixed on books . Not once had he looked at me wearing them .“My dear,” I began calmly “I find myself increasingly concerned about Kyle. Something about that girl does not sit well with me. It is almost as though she has completely occupied his thoughts.”Without pausing, he continued writing.“Of all the facades at your disposal, you chose one so transparent.”His words made my eyes narrow instantly.“And what exactly are you implying, my dear?” I asked coldly.“You hold no genuine concern for him,” Mason replied as though he were merely stating an obvious fact.My fists clenched at once.“At the very least, I pretend to care,” I shot back sharply. “Unlike you, who avoids your children entirely, as though they are not yours.”The tip of his pen froze in the m
My eyes lingered on his broad back as he disappeared through the door. The moment he was gone, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Living with the family was difficult enough, but wandering through the vast Sparkling Estate only made me feel smaller. The mansion was enormous for a household of four, though with the number of servants and the Mason family’s wealth, such luxury was hardly surprising.As I slowly explored the hall, my attention settled on a staircase I had not yet climbed. A strange feeling of curiosity stirred within me, forcing my steps to a halt. Sara had carefully guided me through almost every corner of the residence, yet she had deliberately avoided this staircase.I turned toward her.“What’s on the upper floor?”The color drained slightly from Sara’s face as her eyes followed my gaze. She hesitated before speaking softly.“Um… I thought someone would have told you already, Luna. The third floor is off-limits to everyone except the family.”My eye







