MasukVALERIE“More like a reliable pain in the ass.” Dominic muttered under his breath, I elbowed him lightly. “Be nice. Or nicer. For me?”He sighed but squeezed my hand. We entered the formal living room a massive space with antique furniture, a fireplace big enough to roast a whole pig, and windows overlooking the gardens. Grandmother Eleanor sat in a high backed chair like a queen on her throne. Madeline perched beside her, looking every bit the perfect guest.“Sit,” Eleanor commanded, gesturing. “Both of you. Madeline, stay. You’re more family than the other one.”Madeline smiled sweetly at me. “Of course. I’m so glad you could join us, Valerie. Your book success must keep you so busy. Dominic mentioned it in passing once.”I sat carefully on the edge of a velvet couch. “It has been busy. But this trip is important. Meeting family.” Eleanor’s sharp eyes pinned me again. “Family. Yes. Tell me, Valerie. How exactly did you meet my grandson? What makes you think you’re suitable for the C
VALERIE“More like a reliable pain in the ass.” Dominic muttered under his breath, I elbowed him lightly. “Be nice. Or nicer. For me?”He sighed but squeezed my hand. We entered the formal living room a massive space with antique furniture, a fireplace big enough to roast a whole pig, and windows overlooking the gardens. Grandmother Eleanor sat in a high backed chair like a queen on her throne. Madeline perched beside her, looking every bit the perfect guest.“Sit,” Eleanor commanded, gesturing. “Both of you. Madeline, stay. You’re more family than the other one.”Madeline smiled sweetly at me. “Of course. I’m so glad you could join us, Valerie. Your book success must keep you so busy. Dominic mentioned it in passing once.”I sat carefully on the edge of a velvet couch. “It has been busy. But this trip is important. Meeting family.” Eleanor’s sharp eyes pinned me again. “Family. Yes. Tell me, Valerie. How exactly did you meet my grandson? What makes you think you’re suitable for the C
VALERIE Things were definitely going downhill fast. I could feel her dislike like a cold draft. She hated me. Or at least really, really didn’t trust me. I wanna to claw at the hurt in my chest. I mean I knew it wouldn't be easy but this screams dead end. This was supposed to be a nice break. In my mind it all played out like meeting his unexpectedly kind family. Instead it felt like an interrogation waiting to happen. Reality sucks. I miss my mahwah. Dominic’s hand brushed mine again, reassuring, but I could tell he was tense too. Like even he hadn't expected his grandmother to come on this strong. Just then, a cherry sweet voice floated out from inside the house, light and concerned and way too familiar. “Grandma, I told you not to go out until you’ve had your meds! The doctor said rest, remember?”My stomach dropped straight through the floor. Madeline. Why the hell was Madeline Ross here? She appeared in the doorway like she knew every inch of the mansion and had seen it one t
VALERIE The mansion rose up at the end of a long, winding driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and ancient looking oak trees that probably remembered more family secrets than I ever would. It wasn’t the cold, modern glass and steel thing I expected from Dominic’s world. This place felt old money. Real old money. Tall white columns, ivy climbing the walls in elegant patterns, windows that sparkled like they got polished every single day. The kind of home that screamed “our family has been running things for generations, and we’re not sorry about it.” High standards. Billionaire blood. The SUV stopped.My stomach did a nervous flip as Dominic helped me out. After all the laughter in the plane and all the reassurance that his grandmother was a loving old lady I felt weight on my shoulders. Like stepping onto a stage where I didn’t know the lines.The front doors opened before we even reached them. A tall, elegant woman stepped out onto the wide porch. She had to be in her late
VALERIEThe silence stretched again, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… strange. Nice strange. Like we were both catching our breath after the almost explosion.“So,” I finally said, folding one leg beneath me and turning a bit toward him. “How’s your month been?” He looked almost offended. “My month?”“Yes.”“You truly want to know?”“I asked.” I shrugged, but inside I was nervous. We hadn’t really talked like this in weeks.He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his jaw dramatically like he was thinking hard. “Well…”“I’ve been ignored by my wife.” I blinked. “…Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“I did not ignore you.”“You absolutely ignored me.”“I was working,” I protested, but my mind flashed back to all those nights I’d fallen asleep at the desk, him carrying me without me even noticing. “So was I.”“You travel every other day.”“And yet I still noticed you.” I pointed at myself. “I noticed you too. You just didn’t notice that I noticed you.”He laughed again, shaking his head.
VALERIE Dominic lips were still hovering right there over mine, our foreheads pressed together, his breath warm and ragged enough to make my whole body forget how to do basic stuff like breathing properly. My heart was hammering so loud I swear it was louder than the plane engines. We were both still buzzing from what almost happened and my skin tingling where his hands had been gripping me, my lips swollen, that deep ache between my legs not going anywhere. A whole month without him, and now this? The universe had the worst timing.Then three sharp knocks echoed through the cabin door like some rude alarm clock.Dominic didn’t move. Not even an inch. His hands stayed on my waist, fingers digging in just a little like he was debating ignoring the whole world.Neither did I. I couldn’t. My body was still pressed against his, feeling every hard line of him, and God, I didn’t want it to stop.Another knock.“Sir?” Hawthorne’s voice came from the other side, polite but insistent. “My ap
VALERIE I stared at him a little too long after that. Not in a weird way, just… caught. Like my brain didn’t expect honesty to sound like that in a midst of sadist elish rich follks. “That’s… actually insane,” I said slowly, not because I disagreed, but because I didn’t know what else to say. “Mos
VALERIE I pulled it out and froze slightly when I saw it. A bank receipt. Five hundred thousand dollars transferred to my account. My name on it clean and clear. And one word under description. Gift. I stared at it longer than I meant to, my grip tightening slightly because I wasn’t expecting that
DOMINIC By the time I step into my study, the irritation hadn’t faded, if anything it’s even worse now, layered with something else I don’t bother naming, something tied to Valerie, to the way she walked off earlier.Why did she suddenly want to leave? Could it be possible that she had misundersto
VALERIE I turned slowly, sand sticking slightly to my damp skin as my fingers curled around my phone, and for a second—just a second—I forgot how to breathe, because the woman standing there looked like something carved out of perfection itself.She was a beauty. Perfect beauty. She didn’t need to







