LOGINROXANNE POV It was finally the weekend. And we were leaving for our honeymoon. Five days. Five days away from everything. Just…us. I stood near the entrance of the estate, my suitcase already packed and resting by my side as I did one final mental check. Angelina was staying with the Jones family while we were gone. She had hugged me tightly, already making me promise to bring back souvenirs. “Something cute,” she had insisted. I smiled at that. Fred and the rest of the boys had things under control...business, security and everything Damien usually handled. It was all taken care of. Which meant… There was nothing holding us back. And now here we were...being escorted onto Damien’s private jet like it was just another normal day. I still wasn’t used to it. Probably never would be. But I wasn’t complaining. Not when I had chosen the destination myself. The Maldives. Crystal clear waters, white sand beaches, private villas sitting over the ocean like something out of a
ROXANNE POV I was casually strolling through the supermarket, one hand on the cart as I moved down the aisles, gathering groceries like a normal person for once. Something about it felt…grounding. After everything that had been happening...the memories, the therapy, the constant feeling that my past was creeping closer...I needed something normal. So I insisted on doing this myself after work instead of letting Mrs. Jones handle it like she usually did. Of course, “by myself” I didn’t exactly mean alone. Adam had picked me up from the clinic, and now he was somewhere nearby... close enough to step in if needed, yet far enough to give me space. I spotted him briefly at the end of the aisle, pretending to look at cereal like he had any interest in it. I hid a small smile and turned back to my cart. Milk. Bread. Fresh fruits. A few snacks Angelina liked. And yes...strawberry wafer cookies. I tossed them in without hesitation. My phone was tucked between my shoulder and ear as
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVIt was Wednesday night, and there I was driving my Mercedes through the rain.The city looked different when it rained.Quieter. Like it was trying to wash away everything that didn’t belong, but it never could. Not really.And tonight?I was working.The file sat on the passenger seat, slightly damp at the edges from when I tossed it there earlier. I didn’t need to open it again...I’d already memorized everything worth knowing.Name: Viktor Sokolov.Notorious gangster. Arms trafficking, extortion and a few confirmed kills.Sloppy, from what I gathered.Men like that didn’t last long.Didn’t matter to me whether I knew him or not. Didn’t matter what he’d done.He was on the list.That was enough.The wipers dragged across the windshield in a steady rhythm as I turned onto a quieter street, the glow of streetlights flickering through the rain.His location was pinned.Old industrial block. Half-abandoned.Predictable.I slowed the car as I approached, cutting the hea
ROXANNE POVI was sitting on an outdoor bench, my legs crossed neatly, the soft fabric of my sunflower dress brushing against my skin as the breeze passed through the park.The weather was perfect.Not too hot. Not too cool.Just enough sunlight to make everything feel a little lighter.Angelina sat beside me, her small body leaning against my arm as we flipped through her homework book together. Her pencil tapped lightly against the page as she pointed to one of the questions.“Ms. Carter said I have to finish this one,” she told me seriously.I glanced down at it, smiling faintly.“Alright, let’s see…what do you think the answer is?”She squinted at the page like it personally offended her.“Hmm…”I tried not to laugh.“Take your time.”A moment later, she pointed confidently.“That one!”I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”She nodded. “Very sure.”I chuckled softly.“Okay, write it down then.”She scribbled it proudly, then looked up at me like she had just solved the greatest mys
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. She was my wife now, and I wasn't going to deny her anything. I lifted her up, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower as the warm water cascaded over us. My erection nestled perfectly between her legs. "Is this what you want, kitten?" I whispered against her lips, my voice low and husky. "You want your husband to fuck you?" I ground my hips against her, emphasizing my point. Her breath hitched against my mouth. "Yes," she whispered. That was all I needed. Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her legs around my waist and pushed into her in one smooth motion. She gasped into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Fuck," I groaned against her neck, not moving. "You feel like home." My hips started. Slow at first, savoring every inch of her wrapped around me. Every thrust was a claim. Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us,
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Roxanne sleep. Three days. Three days since she regained a piece of her past...and it nearly broke her. My gaze traced over her face, softer now in sleep. She looked peaceful like this. Untouched. No matter what she remembers… She’s mine. My wife. I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I love you...” I murmured against her ear. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I stilled. That wasn’t something I said. Not out loud. Not even to myself. But I didn’t take it back. Couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She shifted slightly beneath the sheets, a soft breath leaving her lips as she stirred. I pulled back just enough, about to stand, but her hand suddenly wrapped around mine. I glanced down at her as her eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, rough around the edges. I eased back down onto the bed witho
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI stood just outside the door of my study, arms crossed over my chest as I leaned into the frame. Thomas stood opposite to me, his stance straight, but his eyes occasionally drifted through the slight crack in the door. Inside, Roxanne was seated at the desk, head bowed, pen mov
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"You'll still be waitressing," I said evenly and calmly. "But only for the VIPs who come up here. Office clients. Special meetings. Quiet service."Her brows knit together slightly, but she didn't speak right away.I kept going. "You'll take drink orders. Maybe food, if they ask.
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The night passed slower than usual. It was one of those rare quiet nights, no client calls, no backroom deals, no blood-stained threats waiting on the other side of the door. Just silence and low music thudding through the overhead speakers while the red neon strip lights pai
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I stood silently in my office by the tinted floor-to-ceiling windows, arms folded and jaw tight. The club below pulsed with life. Bass thudding softly under my boots and lights flashing in rhythm with the energy of the night.In my hand was a manila folder.Another hit contract.







