LOGINAliyah's Pov
I should have said no. I should have left him standing in the hallway, but I let him in.
The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in the same air.
The air shifted around him, heavy with authority.
Dominic put his hands in his pocket, entering the empty living room. Then his gaze darted towards me, piercing through me like he could see through my soul.
Why are you here? My voice cut through the silence in the room, rough and raw.
I see you are barely trying to hold up, he sneered.
His words were like a punch to my guts, but I refused to let the hurt in my eyes show.
If you came here to mock me, then please save it! I clenched my jaws.
You know, he said, his voice low. Most people don’t bother reading the fine print until it’s already strangling them.
The sting of his words made my throat tighten. You can't come into my house and mock me, Dominic!
He smirked, like he was enjoying every bit of this. Mock you? No.
Then why are you here? Clearly, just not to taunt me, my gaze darkened.
He dropped a folder onto the table, the thudding sound making my stomach churn.
I'm here because we have something to discuss, he said.
I exhaled. I doubt we have anything to talk about.
A slow smirk tugged at his lips. No, we do.
I frowned. What do you want from me?
His gaze cut through me. I'm here to make an offer.
My gaze narrowed. Offer?
He stepped closer. A marriage contract.
It took a while before the words registered.
I blinked.
Dominic Voss was offering me a contract? And that was Marriage?!
Excuse me? My face twisted in confusion.
His voice softened, his gaze calm. You heard me.
What? My voice quivered.
You want freedom? Then be my wife, his gaze was calm, steady. “It's the only way to sever Roland's hold on you.
I laughed bitterly. Wait....is this a joke? Some sort of prank?
My gaze roamed his, but Dominic's expression remained unreadable.
This is my way of helping you, Aliyah, Dominic said.
My heart slammed into my chest as I tried to process his words, but couldn't.
Away from a Voss. Back into the hands of a Voss.
And how is that? I retorted, finding each of his words absurd.
My husband's younger brother, proposing a marriage offer to me.
You want to know how I want to help you? he asked. Roland used you, then discarded you.
My stomach churned at the memories he was bringing back.
What do you think will happen if he gets to find out you want to marry me?
My mind raced.
I imagined the media going crazy about the news of my marriage with Dominic, Roland's face twisting in shock.
Before I could speak, Dominic's voice cut through my thoughts. That's revenge, Aliyah.
I thought about it, but part of me felt like I couldn't trust him, like he'd be the same as Roland.
His hands grabbed the folder he had dropped on the table, eyes scanning the papers like he hadn't done before.
This here, could save everything, he whispered.
My throat tightened. “But this is ridiculous.
Helping me pits you directly against Roland. He’ll come for you. And... he's your brother.
Dominic’s smirk was faint, bitter.
He has already come for me. Every day. It’s the nature of this family.
I swallowed hard. If I agree, it could be my salvation, the only thing that could end this misery.
You think Roland is done with you? He will drag you through the mud, break you until there's nothing left.
That made a cold chill run down my spine, but behind his words, I could feel desperation.
There was obviously something he wanted. Who would willingly put themselves against their brother? Especially if that brother was Roland Voss.
What's in this for you? I demanded.
Dominic's smirk faltered, his voice dropping low. Because I hate watching him win. And because.....” His jaw clenched, and he shook his head, as if silencing words that might burn both of us alive.
I wondered what he wanted to say.
Because no one deserves to fight this kind of battle alone.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The city glittered behind him, but all I could see were his eyes, storm-grey and restless, a man who carried secrets like scars.
And then it happened.
His hand brushed against mine. Barely a touch, almost an accident. But the heat of it shot through me, sharp and electric, as though my body had been waiting for this betrayal of loyalty, this dangerous spark.
I should have pulled back. I should have remembered every reason this was forbidden. At that moment, I should have sent him out, discarding his offer.
But no. I couldn't.
Instead, I froze, breath caught in my throat, my pulse tripping over itself.
My heart stuttered, traitorous and loud in my ears.
So you'd help me?” I asked, voice low.
Roland destroyed you with a contract, Dominic leaned closer. Another contract could be your salvation.
Then he handed the papers over to me. A contract. Marriage with Dominic Voss. A lifeline.
Before I could give a response, the apartment lock beeped, clicking sharply.
Footsteps echoed, making me turn. My eyes widened, shock jolting through me.
Roland...
He stepped inside the room, his gaze calm, smug.
Well, his voice pierced through the air like a sharp blade. “This is sweet, isn't it?
I gulped.
My wife and my brother. Drafting contracts of their own.
My breath caught.
He knew. He heard everything.
Dominic didn't move, nor did he flinch.
Roland's eyes landed on me, his gaze darkened, a smirk curling up his lips. Do you really think you could escape me by crawling into my brother's bed?
The room spun around me, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Caught. And I knew, whatever line we had just crossed, there was no going back.
~Dominic's Pov~I rushed out after collecting my thoughts properly, and I met with someone I trusted.That alone narrowed the list down to almost nothing. Trust wasn’t something I handed out easily, especially not with the Voss name hanging over my head like a warning label. But he was one of the few people outside that world who understood discretion. No questions asked. No unnecessary loyalties. He dealt with facts, not gossip, and silence was his strongest currency.We sat across from each other in a quiet, neutral space. No records. No witnesses. The kind of place where conversations disappeared the moment they ended.“She can’t stay where she is forever,” he said bluntly, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. There was no sympathy in his tone, only realism. “He’ll drag her back.”“I know,” I replied without hesitation.The words tasted bitter, but they were true. Ronald didn’t let go of what he considered his. Time didn’t soften him, it sharpened him.“And if you step in
~Dominic’s POV~The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone.Not a stretch. Not check the time. My hand went straight to the screen like it had a mind of its own, fingers already swiping, already hoping. My eyes scanned the notifications quickly, then slower, my chest tightening with every second that passed.No messages from Aliyah.I frowned, refreshing the screen once, then again, even though I knew it was pointless. I had been expecting her to reach out to me, almost certain she would after the photos were released. After everything blew up. After the damage was done.She should have said something. Anything.A knot formed in my stomach, thick and uneasy. I was very certain she was in a difficult situation now, and the bitter truth sat heavy on my tongue; it was my fault. I’d been the catalyst, whether I liked it or not.My thoughts spiraled immediately, dark and relentless.Had Ronald locked her in again?The image came too easily, too vividly. Aliyah trapped behi
~Ronald’s POV~How dare she hang up on me?The audacity of it hit me a second too late, like a slap that only started burning after the hand was gone. I stood there, phone still pressed into my ear, listening to nothing but dead air. For a moment, I didn’t even move. I just stared, stunned, as if the device itself had betrayed me.Goodbye.The words echoed in my head, slow and deliberate, each syllable sinking deeper like a calculated insult. Not rushed. Not shaky. No apology woven into it. No tremor of fear. Just that calm, infuriating tone, steady, controlled, like she was the one deciding when the conversation ended.Goodbye.My fingers tightened around the phone as I lowered it, my eyes boring into the dark screen. I willed it to light up again. Willed her name to appear, followed by some frantic excuse, some hurried explanation that would put things back where they belonged.Nothing happened.The silence mocked me.My jaw clenched so hard it ached. “It’s not even late,” I muttere
~ALIYAH’S POV~The moment the call ended, my hands started to shake, violent, uncontrollable tremors that rattled straight up my arms. The phone slipped in my grip, tilting dangerously, and for a split second I was sure it would crash to the floor. I sucked in a sharp breath.Before it could fall, Clara was there.She snatched the phone from my hand with quick reflexes and placed it carefully on the table, screen facing down, like it was something fragile… or dangerous. Then she turned to me fully, her eyes steady, unflinching.“You did great,” she said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. “You hear me? Great.”The word echoed in my head, but my body didn’t believe it.My knees gave out, and I sank into the couch, the cushions swallowing me as if I needed something, anything, to hold me together. My chest felt tight, like I’d just run for my life.“I feel like I just poked a sleeping lion,” I muttered, staring at the wall, my voice barely holding.Clara huffed softly. “He’s been awake t
~ALIYAH’S POV~I woke up the next morning slowly, the kind of waking that came without panic or dread for once. My body stretched on its own, muscles loosening as I reached my arms above my head and let out a quiet breath. For a brief second, everything felt calm. Too calm.Then my eyes opened properly.Clara was already up, sitting against the headboard with her hair loosely tied back, scrolling through her phone like it was the most natural thing in the world. I squinted at her, still half-asleep, giving her a lazy glare that carried no real annoyance.“Morning,” I muttered.She glanced at me and smirked. “Took you long enough.”I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone on the bedside table, more out of habit than intention. The moment my fingers closed around it, the screen lit up, and then it vibrated sharply in my hands.Once. Twice.My breath hitched.I stared at the screen, my mind still foggy, until the name came into focus. My heart skipped so hard it felt like it slamm
~Aliyah’s POV~The phone vibrated again in my hand, sharp and sudden, and I froze.I stared at the screen like it might bite me, like if I looked away for even a second, it would leap out and sink its teeth into me. The words sat there, stark and unforgiving, glowing too brightly in the dim room.> Call me now. We’re not done.My chest tightened. The message felt less like a text and more like a threat, like a hand closing around my throat. My fingers went numb, the phone suddenly heavier than it had any right to be.Clara noticed immediately. She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she peered at the screen. “Say the word,” she said lightly, though her eyes had gone serious, “and I’ll throw that phone into the sink.”I swallowed, my throat dry. The sound echoed too loudly in my ears. “He won’t stop.”The words slipped out before I could soften them. They carried too much truth, too much exhaustion.“He never does,” Clara replied quietly. There was no judgment in her voice. Ju







