“I'm taking Victoria home. You should go back too, Noemia. This place isn't safe for you.”
“Y-yes, Mr. Carson.” Noemia grabbed her bag, not daring to protest.
As she passed Victoria, she murmured:
“It's all my fault. Victoria has nothing to do with this. Please be kind to her.”
And she left hurriedly, leaving the weight of the tension between Victoria and Jackson alone.
Jackson held Victoria's hand tightly as he led her out of the nightclub.
She followed him with hurried steps, worried.
“I'll never come back here again. Please don't be angry...” she whispered, touching his arm gently.
But Jackson remained silent. He didn't want to hear excuses now. He just guided her to the car and made her get in.
The seatbelt fastened across her chest felt heavier than ever.
Victoria waited for him to explode. She waited for him to yell at her. But Jackson said nothing. He just sta
His lips slid down to her delicate neck, distributing warm, slow kisses. With each breath, his warm breath, tinged with alcohol, tickled her sensitive skin. Victoria shivered all over.“Jackson... please...” Her voice was a broken whisper, her fingers trembling as she grabbed his gray shirt.He lifted his face for a moment, his eyes filled with possessiveness and tenderness.“Just a second,” he promised softly, before leaning down again.This time, he kissed her hard on the neck, pressing hard enough to leave a visible mark.Victoria gasped, pulling back slightly. She tapped his chest lightly, embarrassed, biting her lip.“Jackson! How am I supposed to work tomorrow like this?”Deep down, she knew it wasn't just about work. Dinner with Elijah and the others was planned — and now she would have to show up with the obvious mark of Jackson's possession.“Jackson, did you do that on p
In the office, Jackson watched the broadcast with predatory eyes.Ellijah's insolent gaze at the camera made his anger explode.CRACK!The luxurious pen in his hand broke in half.The ink dripped down his fingers and stained the table.Maison froze for a moment, startled—he rarely saw Jackson lose control. Quickly, he grabbed some tissues and wiped his boss's hand, asking no questions.“Would you like me to look into it, sir?” he murmured cautiously.“No.” Jackson's voice sounded cold, restrained.He knew how much Victoria had dedicated herself to building JB. Interrupting the ceremony now would only hurt her.She wanted a solid career, something that would make her feel like an equal beside him.And Jackson trusted her. He always would.But trusting her didn't mean tolerating flies buzzing around his wife.He needed a plan—perfect, relentless.&ldq
“I'm not blind.” Jackson stretched inside the ring, his muscles tense, the shadow of authority stamped on his face. “Getting in here means you're ready to start at any moment. Didn't you want me to teach you, Mr. Daniels?”His eyes flashed with icy sarcasm. “Then let's begin.”Suddenly, Jackson's fist came down like a hammer, not on his face, but straight into Ellijah's chest.The impact knocked the air out of his lungs; he staggered, almost falling, but managed to steady his legs. Ellijah raised his arm, copying the movement he had just seen, trying to counterattack with the same brutality.But before he could land a blow, Jackson hit him again—in the same spot. Ellijah's body recoiled a few steps until he collapsed to his knees on the floor.The silence in the gym was suffocating.Jackson approached slowly, crouching in front of his rival. His strong fingers grabbed Ellijah's collar and pulled him
"Don't worry. I would never let anyone hurt JB. Ellijah was my schoolmate, a few years older than me. He seemed calm, responsible... we met at a sports meeting because he was the team representative. We had lunch a few times, talked about sports... nothing more than that.Jackson stared at her silently, his dark eyes heavy on her.Victoria, however, didn't mention the times Ellijah tried to get closer to her, waiting for her so they could go to school together. To her, it never meant anything. There was no need to tell him—and she didn't want to fuel Jackson's jealousy any further.She never looked at Ellijah the same way she looked at Jackson.“I see,” Jackson murmured, satisfied with Victoria's answer. Then he stared at her intently. “Have you taken a shower yet?”Victoria sighed, relieved by the change of subject.“Not yet. I was trying to put Mia to sleep.”A slow smile appeared o
He knew about Victoria's concern. The new design company was growing like a hungry predator, swallowing up rivals in São Paulo. If JB didn't move fast, they would be crushed. For her, cooperation with Elijah was a matter of survival.But for him... Elijah was poison. The mocking smile, the audacity to send that old photo.Ellijah dared to provoke him.Jackson could give in on everything except one thing: someone stalking Victoria.The knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.“Come in.”Jayric entered cautiously, bowing respectfully.“Mr. Carson, I'm Jayric from JB.”Jackson gestured to the chair.“Sit down.”The serious tone made Jayric's heart race. He swallowed hard before sitting down. His hands were shaking. Maison hadn't explained anything to him, just warned him that Jackson wanted to see him.“Tell me about the cooperation with Elija
Victoria blushed, remembering the marks on her own neck.“We had to sort some things out.”Valentina raised her eyebrows, noticing the marks of passion on her sister-in-law's skin. An amused smile appeared on her lips.“Take good care of her, Jackson. I'm going to rest.”“Thank you, Valentina.” Victoria nodded, embarrassed.When they were alone in the room, Jackson stroked his wife's hair.“You don't have to do everything yourself. You can ask the maids to help you take care of her.”Victoria shook her head firmly:“I want to take care of this baby. I wasted a lot of time with Enzo and Lara, I was always studying. Now... I have time. I want to do everything for her.”Jackson just looked at her silently, proud and in love. He decided, at that moment, that he would be by her side every step of the way. He wouldn't let exhaustion get the better of her.The following days were p