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last update publish date: 2026-05-05 15:11:41
The days that followed were a masterclass in psychological warfare. In the Harrington manor, the silence pressed against my lungs until every breath felt like a labor. I had so many unanswered question bubbling up my mind.

​August had become a shadow who lived in a different dimension. He started his avoiding game again.

I spent my mornings at the piano, the notes turning from classical sonatas into mourning cries. When my fingers bled, I turned to the kitchen.

​I poured my desperation i
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  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   No 🍆 Escape Tonight

    ​I struggled wildly beneath him, twisting my hips and slamming my elbows into his hard chest trying to move him from top of me. But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was entirely unyielding. He shifted his weight to pin my thighs down with his knees, completely neutralizing my struggle until I was entirely at his mercy.​His hand left my mouth. Before I could draw enough breath to scream, he dropped his head, burying his face directly between my thighs.​"No! Stop it! Get off me, August!" I screamed. My voice cracked in pure panic as I thrashed against the mattress.​August ignored my cries completely. His mouth crashed down onto the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His teeth bite down hard enough to leave a deep mark before his tongue began to aggressively stroke upward. At the same time, his fingers slid directly between my legs, finding my center with an unpolished dominant that made me gasp.​"Ah!" A sharp involuntary sound escaped my throat.​Despite the terror, despit

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   🍆 Whisper My Name Instead

    ​"You can’t keep running away from me, August. At least not tonight."​The door of the master bedroom hadn't even clicked completely shut before Winter’s persistent voice cut through the dark. August's broad shoulders hunched, the stifling heat of the room doing absolutely nothing to clear the chaotic fog of whiskey rolling through his veins. His vision was slightly blurred.​Before he could pull his thoughts together, a pair of slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. Winter pressed her chest against his back, her breathing shallow from the heat.​"I know how much you drank at the club," she murmured, her lips brushing against the tense muscle of his shoulder blade through the fabric of his shirt. "You’re hurting, August. I know you are. Let me take the pain away."​August let out a low grunt. The raw sound vibrating deep in his chest. The touch should have anchored him. It should have been the exact balm his fractured mind had been begging for during the three a

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   August is Blind!

    ​Spring’s POV:​The late-night city bus was entirely empty, save for an older man sleeping in the back row.​I sat near the middle doors, my forehead pressed completely on the vibrating window glass. The yellow streetlights flickered past, casting shadows across my face.My tear ducts felt entirely burned out leaving nothing but a dry ache sitting in the center of my ribcage.​I rested my hand over my chest, feeling the slow thud beneath my ribs.​The fucking heart, I thought, my lips pulling into a bitter humorless smile. It is physically mine. It beats inside my body. But why... does it feel so sad for someone else?​He had shattered my pride. He had let his friends strip me completely naked in a room full of strangers and mock my very existence. He had swallowed another woman’s mouth right in front of my face.​And yet, this pathetic organ in my chest still ached for the the man who used to talk with me about whole lot things...​I squeezed my eyes shut.​I hated myself. I hated th

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Why Am I the One Hurting?

    August’s POV:​August caught the subtle movement out of the corner of his eye.​Through the blur of the heavy intoxicating kiss and the loud obnoxious cheering of his friends, he saw Spring was clutching her cheap little handbag as she quietly slipped out the door of the VIP lounge.​The panel clicked shut behind her, swallowing her entirely.​She just left, looking as if the deeply intimate spectacle she had just witnessed meant absolutely nothing to her.​A sudden flash of irritation exploded in the dead center of August's chest. It burned hot and fast, entirely overriding the performative lust he was trying to project.​His jaw clenched. He abruptly broke the kiss. His hands shifted from Winter’s delicate waist to her bare shoulders. With a restless motion he pushed her back, tossing her slightly off his chest. He didn't mean to use so much force but the frustration boiling in his veins made him entirely careless.​Winter stumbled slightly against the cushions filling her eyes wit

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Torture Me All You Want!

    They were intentionally torturing me for sport. ​I pushed the door open.The conversation instantly died again replaced by a uncomfortable tension.​I walked straight to my armchair, sat down crossing my legs, picking up a glass of sparkling water from the glass table. I took a slow sip looking directly at Julian.​"Did I miss anything?" ​"No," Chloe recovered quickly. A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes. "Actually, your timing is perfect. We were just about to play a game. Truth or Dare. You're in, right, Spring? Or are you too boring for that, too?"​"Let’s play," I said, my voice deadpan.​August’s eyes flicked toward me. He seemed entirely unsettled by my utter lack of a reaction. ​Julian grabbed an empty champagne bottle and placed it sideways on the glass coffee table.​"Alright, I'll start," Julian announced, giving the bottle a hard spin.​It spun rapidly. The green glass blurred before slowly ticking to a halt. The neck of the bottle pointed directly at Chloe. She chose a

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   The Woman on My Husband's Lap

    "Well? Did you really think you could just hide forever?"It was Chloe. One of August’s closest friends, a woman who had spent the last two years treating me like a dog August had accidentally dragged in from the rain.​In the entire two years I had been married to August, I had only met his inner circle of friends two, maybe three times. They were the elite of the elite, old money heirs and socialites who looked at my cheap background with undisguised revulsion. They never invited me anywhere. August never took me to their gatherings.​"I'm not hiding," I replied with steady voice despite the erratic thumping of my heart. "What do you want, Chloe?"​"Ooh, defensive. I love it," she giggled."Look, we're all at The Obsidian Room tonight. VIP Lounge Three. August is here. We thought it was finally time for a proper get-together. You should come. Unless, of course, you're too scared to show your face in public?"​It was an obvious trap. ​"Text me the address," I said flat lupe and end

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   The Beautiful Lie

    ​"Can you hear me, Spring?"​The voice was low, vibrating through the silence of the room. August sat so close to the bed. He hadn’t moved in three hours. Not since Dr. Martin had emerged from the theater, peeling off his surgical cap with a look of exhaustion that bordered on the holy. The surgery

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   A Clean Slate

    ​"I can bring her back, Mr. Harrington. But she won’t be the same woman."​Dr. Martin didn't look up from the scan. The blue light of the monitor reflected in his glasses. He traced a glowing line on the screen—a track of Spring's shattered consciousness. ​"What does that mean?" August asked. He w

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   A Bridge of Blue Flowers

    ​The morning light in the hospital was a sterile, unforgiving white. It didn't matter how many millions August poured into the facility; it still felt like a waiting room for the end of the world. ​By 8:00 AM, the hallway outside Spring’s room was filled with heavy tread of expensive people. The s

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   No Forwarding Address

    ​"Haaa... is that true, Mom?" Shaila leaned forward, her eyes wide, a twisted mixture of shock and amusement dancing in her eyes. The tea in her cup was growing cold as her mother’s words settled over the room. ​"When has your mother ever lied about a scandal this delicious?" Mrs. Harrington lean

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