...Nicholas’s POV The late afternoon sun filtered through the towering windows of my office, casting long, jagged shadows across the sleek hardwood floor. The room was a fortress of power—dark leather furniture, walls lined with bookshelves, and a massive desk that seemed to anchor the chaos of my empire. I sat behind it, my sharp gray eyes narrowed as I skimmed through a stack of financial reports. My blazer rested on my leather seat, sleeves rolled up till my elbows. My pen moved with precision, underlining figures in red ink for my manager to dissect later. The faint scratch of the nib against paper was the only sound in the room—until the door swung open.Christian Russo strode in without knocking, his usual arrogance on full display. At thirty-eight, he was my oldest friend and the only man brave—or foolish—enough to interrupt me unannounced like this. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his tailored navy suit wrinkled from a day of running his own empire. He dropped int
...Serene’s POV The small tray in my hands felt heavier than usual as I climbed the grand staircase of Nicholas Volkov’s mansion, the coffee cup rattling faintly against its saucer. My slippers sank into the plush crimson runner, each step like a countdown to something I couldn’t name. The air was thick and it did little to calm the drumbeat of my heart. I was … scared. I was only bringing him his morning coffee—a simple task, one I’d done a few times since arriving as his maid. Yet every time I approached his bedroom, it felt like stepping into a lion’s cage.I paused outside the double doors. My knuckles hovered, trembling, before I finally mustered the courage to knock—softly, as if hoping he wouldn’t hear. No answer. I swallowed hard, my pulse thrumming in my ears, and pushed the door open.The bedroom was vast and shadowed despite the morning light filtering through heavy velvet curtains. A four-poster bed dominated one wall, its black silk sheets pristine and untouched.
...Serene’s POV The living room glowed with the soft warmth of afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the hardwood floor. I was standing at the kitchen counter, my casual outfit—a breezy white top and a knee-length skirt—clinging lightly to my frame as I sliced oranges for Nicholas’s juice. The sharp tang of citrus filled the air, mingling with the faint knot of unease in my chest. Guests were coming, but who? Were they some important men? The question gnawed at me, each unanswered possibility tightening the coil of my nerves. What If they hurt me? What if they found out about Julian and Valencia and were coming to tell Nicholas about me?I sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, my fingers trembling ever so slightly.“Serene!” Nicholas’s voice, deep and commanding, sliced through my thoughts. My heart trembled, a nervous gulp catching in my throat. Clutching the glass of freshly squeezed juice, I hurried toward the livi
...Serene’s POV The living room hummed with an undercurrent of tension, the air thick with unspoken expectations. I perched on Nicholas’s lap, my body rigid and my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. Every brush of his hand against my thigh sent a jolt through me, my heart caught between fear and something I didn’t dare name. Across from them, Lionne—a flamboyant designer with a cascade of golden curls and a tailored suit that screamed extravagance—beamed at me, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Such a gorgeous woman,” he purred, leaning forward, his voice dripping with charm.My gaze flickered to him, my cheeks warming under his scrutiny. It was …… humiliating how Nicholas was being so …… shameless and treating me- I felt Nicholas’s eyes on me too, heavy and possessive, making me squirm. Lionne tilted his head, his smile widening. “Am I called here for her?”Nicholas’s voice was smooth, commanding. “I want every dress that fits her.”My brow furrowed, confusion swirling
...Author’s POV The red room was a world of shadows and secrets, its crimson walls absorbing the dim light. Serene was laid on the silk-sheeted bed, her wrists bound above her head by cold metal handcuffs that bit into her skin with every tug. A black satin blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness and amplifying her fear of what was to come. Her chest heaved, each breath a shaky gasp, her heart pounding so fiercely she thought it might burst. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation, and she sensed Nicholas’s presence before she heard him—a silent predator watching her from the foot of the bed.Nicholas stood there, his gaze raking over her, lingering on her toned legs, bare and vulnerable beneath the hem of her skirt. A smirk curled his lips, desire flickering in his eyes as he savored her helplessness. He indeed looked like a hungry beast ready to attack his food. She was his canvas tonight, and he intended to paint her with pleasure and torment, taking hi
...Serene’s POV The bathroom was a quiet haven, its soft glow casting delicate shadows across the tiled floor. I was standing before the full-length mirror, my naked reflection staring back, vulnerable and unguarded. My hairs were falling over my shoulders and down on my waist like a waterfall. My skin prickled as memories of Nicholas flooded my mind—his warm mouth on me, his teasing tongue igniting sparks of pleasure I hadn’t wanted to feel. My cheeks burned crimson, a tremble running through me as the phantom heat of his touch lingered. How could I let him do that?I thought, my heart twisting with shame. I clenched my fists, scolding myself. You’re not his plaything, Serene. You won’t let him own you.My resolve hardened like steel. My heart ached painfully thinking that I was a mere object for men like Nicholas and Julian. I would find Julian today and tell him I couldn’t do this—couldn’t spy on Nicholas, the most ruthless man I’d ever crossed paths with. I did not had t
...Serene’s POV The university hallway buzzed faintly with distant chatter, but for me, the world was a blur of panic and tears. I was on the cold floor, my backside aching from my sudden fall, my bag clutched tightly in my trembling hands. My heart was pounding in my chest. Alex, her senior, loomed above me, his warm brown eyes filled with concern as he extended a hand to help me up. “Serene, is that you?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry. “Are you okay?”I nodded shakily, letting him pull me to my feet, but my legs felt unsteady, my heart racing from the collision and the weight of my fears. Alex frowned, his gaze searching my face. Alex Peterson, one year senior than me. He had been there for me since my first yea of university. When I came, he was there to help me all along and I considered him a very close friend yet we never really sat together to even have lunch because he was a popular guy and Girls seemed to be so crazy for him. “Why haven’t you been com
...Serene’s POV The office was a cavern of shadows and opulence, its air thick with the scent of polished mahogany and the faint tang of Nicholas Volkov’s cologne—sandalwood and danger. Dim light spilled from a single chandelier, casting golden flecks across the room, illuminating the towering bookshelves that lined the walls and the massive desk that squatted like a throne at its center. Papers were strewn across the desk’s surface, alongside a crystal decanter that caught the light like a prism, and a fountain pen that gleamed with quiet menace. The room was a paradox—grand yet suffocating, a stage for power plays and whispered threats.My sneakers clicked softly against the polished hardwood floor as I approached Nicholas, my heart hammering in my chest. Each step felt like a descent into a lion’s den, my nerves fraying with every inch I closed between us. He sat behind the desk, his broad frame relaxed yet predatory, his dark eyes tracking my every movement like a hawk wat
...Serene’s POV Stella led the way to a sleek apartment building, the glass facade gleaming but falling short of that of a penthouse like Nicholas’s.Stella walked with her signature confidence to the desk to retrieve a small bag she’d arranged to have waiting, a detail that left me quietly impressed by her friend’s meticulous planning. With a quick nod to the receptionist, Stella guided me toward the elevators, her red knee-high boots clicking assertively against the floor.A feeling of confusion tugged at me. The party was going to be here? As the elevator doors slid shut, cocooning them in the mirrored interior, Stella turned to me with a mischievous grin. “Take the hoodie off,” she instructed, her voice brimming with excitement.My eyes widened, a mix of amusement and apprehension flickering across my face. Here? In the elevator? I was taken aback. “Now?” I asked, clutching the oversized gray hoodie that had been my shield. I was baffled at her bold words. Before I could p
...Serene’s POV “Wear this,” Stella said, tossing the hoodie toward me with a playful smirk.I quickly caught it, my brow furrowing in confusion as I held the soft fabric up, examining it as if it held some hidden clue. “Why?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Why did she want me to dress like that when she wanted me to cover up with a hoodie and that too for the party we were going to. The hoodie was cozy, something I’d wear for a quiet night of studying, not for a bold night out. My eyes widened and searched Stella’s face for answers.Stella leaned in close, her blonde hair brushing against my shoulder as she whispered, “Because they shouldn’t know that.” Her voice was low, conspiratorial, and carried a weight that made my heart stutter. Stella’s gaze flicked toward the door, as if ensuring no one could overhear, before she straightened, her smirk widening.Was she hiding it even from her own fiancé? My eyes widened slightly, a mix of shock and realization dawning
...Serene’s POV I was sitting, cross-legged on a the soft cream rug, my books and notes splayed across the coffee table that only I could navigate. My dark hair falling over my shoulders, the strands catching the light in a way that made them shimmer like polished obsidian, framing my face as I adjusted my glasses. My brow furrowed in concentration. It was my one of the important assignment and the deadline was near than ever and I had to work hard for it. A highlighter rested between my fingers, and my lips moved faintly as I mouthed the words on the page, utterly absorbed in my studies. I had less time and the revision was much. The faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, where Rufus was preparing lunch, provided a comforting backdrop, the scent of herbs and simmering sauce drifting through the air. Nicholas Volkov had left for a meeting hours ago, and I had been home since morning, the clock on the wall ticking toward 1 p.m.The quiet rhythm of my focus was disturbed by
...AUTHOR’s POV The shower was a merciless torrent, each icy droplet a stinging rebuke against Nicholas’s bare skin, sliding over the taut planes of his shoulders, chest, and down the hard ridges of his abdomen. The cold water poured over him, pooling at his feet before swirling down the drain, yet it did nothing to douse the inferno raging within. He was standing Naked under the relentless spray, his cock stood painfully erect, a throbbing testament to the thoughts he couldn’t banish. Serene. Her name was a pulse in his blood, her image a relentless phantom—those wide, unguarded eyes that seemed to see through him, the soft curve of her lips that begged to be claimed, the way her innocence was both a shield and a siren’s call. He could not get her out of his mind and it seemed hard for a man… like Nicholas Volkov which was shocking. He clenched his eyes shut, chest heaving with ragged breaths, each inhale a battle against the tidal wave of desire threatening to pull him und
...Serene’s POV I was sitting on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, my naked body trembling, my skin flushed with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.My legs were spread wide, held open by Nicholas’s commanding presence between them, his tailored shirt now clinging to his frame, damp with my previous release. The vibrator buried deep inside of me buzzed relentlessly, its medium setting sending shockwaves through my core, making my walls to clench tightly around it. My eyes rolled back and my knuckles turning white. My pussy was soaking, my juices glistening on my thighs, the desk, and Nicholas’s hand, a testament to the intensity of the moment. I blushed hard seeing him soaked with my juices but He did not seem to hate it …… either. I whimpered, my voice was broken, desperate sound as I gripped Nicholas’s arm, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself against the onslaught of sensation. The vibration was too much to bear. The previous or
...Serene’s POV I was sitting on the edge of Nicholas Volkov’s desk, my legs were dangling, the cool surface grounding me as my heart raced. Nicholas sat in his high-backed leather chair, his piercing gaze fixed on me, his presence as commanding as the empire he controlled. So intense and so dominating. His shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of the strength beneath. His eyes, dark and unyielding, roamed over me with an intensity that made my skin prickle and my breath catching in my throat.My cheeks were flushed, the heat spreading down my neck as I felt the weight of his stare. The atmosphere had changed completely and it made my body to feel small and timid. My hands nervously gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together, the movement subtle but not unnoticed. Nicholas’s lips curved into a faint, predatory smirk, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade
...Serene’s POV I was sitting, curled on the plush couch, my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin resting on my knees. My eyes stared out of the window, staring at the busy city. The view was breathtaking, but my mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, each one heavier than the last. Nicholas had rewritten my world with his new rules: eat everyday, whenever he wants with him, dressing like a girl in love, acting as if they were lovers. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the contract that bound me to him—and the mission for Julian I was failing. I did not know why he was doing this all. He needed a maid and he suddenly replaced me but kept me here. But for what? I sighed, my breath shaky and my heart aching with loneliness.My eyes drifted to the kitchen, where Rufus moved with quiet efficiency, preparing dinner. His light brown hair fell over his forehead, his hazel eyes focused on his task. He’d replaced me as Nicholas’s worker, but we h
...Author’s POV The penthouse living room was silent, its sleek marble floors and towering windows reflecting the city’s glittering skyline. But for Serene who was perched on the edge of the plush leather couch, it was a gilded cage, the air thick with tension. Her shoulders were hunched, her head hung low, her fingers trembling in her lap as she braced for Nicholas’s wrath. His gaze, sharp and unrelenting, bore into her from across the room, where he sat with his legs crossed, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. The silence was suffocating, each tick of the clock amplifying her dread. She knew he was angry—his eyes, usually a stormy gray, now burned with a quiet fury that made her stomach churn. She knew it was all her fault last night. She let her emotions take over and ruined his plan. Refusing to meet his gaze, she stared at her hands, her heart pounding as she waited for the explosion. She did not want to die. Not yet. A voice broke the silence, steady
...Author’s POV She curled up in Nicholas’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder, seeking solace in the man she feared most. What was happening?The encounter with Julian in the hallway—his chilling threat, his reminder of the deadly consequences of failure—had shattered her fragile composure. She could not seem to hold herself together. Her heart raced, tears pricking her eyes as she clung to Nicholas, his steady warmth the only anchor in her storm.“T-Take me h-home,” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with desperation.Nicholas’s heart clenched, a rare pang of something unfamiliar tightening his chest. Home. She’d called his penthouse home, claiming it as her own in her moment of vulnerability. The word stirred something deep within him—possession, yes, but also a flicker of protectiveness he hadn’t expected. Christian and Stella exchanged worried glances, Stella’s voice cutting through the silence. “Serene, wh