LOGINAt nineteen, Linda crossed a line she can never uncross... she let her sister’s fiancé taste her in the shower while Laura slept down the hall. What began as one devastating night of forbidden pleasure becomes an all-consuming secret affair that stretches across years, cities, marriages, and betrayals. Vincent Hale is the man every woman dreams of marrying except the one who truly owns him isn’t the bride walking down the aisle. With slow-burn obsession, reckless passion, near-misses, shattered trust, and devastating consequences, Linda and Vincent spiral deeper into a love that destroys everything it touches. Family fractures. Weddings burn. Lives are rebuilt only to be torn apart again. Desire becomes addiction; guilt becomes identity; and the question is no longer whether they can stop but whether anyone will survive when the truth finally comes out.
View More" Parth, stop running, please give back my phone, ' Lily shouting and running after him like Tom runs after Jerry.
" First you promise me, you'll let me play game for an hour on your phone, " Parth jumped up on a high-broad wall of his home and said.
" No, i won't." Lily said, " and please return it, you already played a lot. " she sulked and acted like crying.
Parth, a higher secondary boy, very mischievous and jolly in nature, next year he supposed to be a college student but he was still a baby by heart. The reason was yet to come so soon...
" Smiley, come here darling, i will give you mine. I have a big chocolate too, " an old lady, holding a perk-sized chocolate came in the courtyard.
She was his grandma, loved him more than her spectacles and the stick which supported her in walking.
Parth, her only grandson used to call him Smiley because whenever she looked at him, she felt overwhelmed. She was only responsible for his mischievous behaviour and never let him mature enough like a senior secondary boy.
" Okay, grandma. " he looked her from upstairs and came down in no time. Lily took her phone from him and said, " Grandma, where is mine chocolate? "
Lily was the only sister of Parth. She was elder to him and loved him so much. " Already kept in the refrigerator. " grandma told her while giving her phone to Parth.
" What's sounding so loud, almost breaking my head?" grandma put her hand on her ears trying to cover it to prevent the harsh sound and said, " Lily, go and see through the balcony, who is trying to break something. "
Lily went to the balcony. She saw the tall-high building, very luxurious one on the left side of her house was being repaired and painted. " It's already so beautiful. Is there any need of repairing and painting it? "Lily entered the room mumbling.
"That beautiful building is being repaired. " Lily told her grandma. " Yeah, someone purchased that luxurious house. "an old man entered house and told them. He was Mr. Harrison, grandpa of Parth and Lily.
" I heard, they are very rich business man, owns a very big company. The richest man of this society. "his eyes got wide-opened while telling them.
He sat on a chair , looked around and askedasked Lily, " Where is Parth? Playing game? ". He was the only person of the family who was very strict to him.
Parth walked up there, holding mobile in his hand and headphone in his ear, " No, no, don't move there... ' instructing while playing.
" See, i know him very well. "Mr.Harrison looked at him and frowned. " Let him play little bit, it will freshen up his mind. " grandma said trying to protect himhim.
" Next year, he is going for admission in college, if he won't score good marks, nothing can help him in getting high-tanked college. " Mr. Harrison said with despondent mood. Lily looked her grandpa gloomy face. She came to him and said, " You don't worry Pa, he will do his best. He is doing excellent in his class. " Parth and Lily used to call him 'Pa'.
Lily went to kitchen to bring tea for both of them. She came with some biscuits and tea in a tray.
" It's getting dark now, Parth switch on the light of the rooms and courtyard. She told him while collecting the dirty utensils. Lily is three years elder to him, completed her degree this year and giving interview for the job.
Someone knocked the door. 'Lily, see who's there at the door. " Grandma called her to open the door. Lily went to open the door. She said, " It's mummy." and took bag from her mother's hand holding in her hand.
Lily mother was a working woman. She was employee in a very small company. Her husband divorced her right after Parth got born and married to another lady. Mr. Harrison and his wife didn't support their son in this and they decided to stay with their daughter-in-law and grandchildren..
The bag which she was holding was packed with vegetables and other eatables items which she used to purchase from the market while coming back from the office. Lily kept the bag on an almirah and went to kitchen to bring a glass of water and a cup of tea for her mother.
After few minutes, Lily came with water and tea and gave to her mother. " Where is Parth?" she asked Lily after taking a sip from the cup. Lily went to almirah and took out the vegetables and kept the vegetables in a basket.
Meanwhile, Parth was walking on the roof, putting headphone in his ear, playing song at a very high-volume and shaking his body at its rhythm. " Parth.. Parth.., come down. Mummy is calling you. "Lily called him louder but he was in another world, carefree from the outer world.
" Mummy, he is not listening." Lily got irritated and went in the kitchen for cooking food for the dinner. Her mother went to talk with her in- laws . This was the time when she used to talk with them about her work and discuss on the household expenses where to spend how much and asked them if they needed anything. She was trying her best to take care of them in her best way. and they also loved her like her own daughter. They used to feel proud of her always.
Parth came down and moved to them and returned his grandma's phone. He then moved to his room for studying. He saw from the window of his room that the building was still being painted. He looked at clock. "It's almost 9 o'clock and they are still working" Parth thought, " Okay. Let it be. and got busy in his study.
After a week there was a class test in the school. He was good in study. So, every teacher used to love him a lot and always expected a good result from him and he always used to fulfill their expectation.
My fingers hover over the knob and I feel his heat radiating through the wood, like the door itself is alive and waiting. I turn it slowly, slip inside, and ease it shut behind me without a sound.Vincent was standing in the middle of the small room, sleeves rolled to his elbows, top two buttons of his shirt undone. The overhead light is off, only the vanity bulbs glow, throwing shadows under his jaw and along the sharp edge of his collarbone. He looks like he’s been waiting an eternity and five seconds at once, with the same calm, ravenous hunger in his eyes.“You came,” he says, voice low and rough.“I said I would.”He takes one step forward and his mouth crashes into mine before I can speak, before guilt can catch up. The kiss is hard and desperate, tasting faintly of the scotch he must have finished downstairs after everyone went to bed. My hands slide up his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt, pulling him closer even as my brain screams to stop.He backs me against the sink,
Three years.That’s how long I let Vincent ruin me, one stolen moment at a time.It didn’t stay confined to our family home for long. Once we crossed that line, the hunger grew teeth. We became experts at lies, small ones at first, then bigger, more elaborate. He’d tell Laura he had a late client meeting. I’d say I was studying at the library or crashing at a friend’s. We’d meet in places that felt safe because they were anonymous, like cheap motels on the edge of town, his car in deserted parking lots, once even the back room of a bar during a weekday afternoon when no one was looking.Every encounter left me higher and lower than the last.The first year was raw need... we couldn’t get enough. He’d show up at my off-campus apartment with takeout as an excuse, and we’d devour each other instead of the food. He’d push me onto the kitchen counter, scatter my notebooks, hike my skirt up and take me hard and fast while I bit his shoulder to stay quiet. My roommate was usually in class, b
I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on me again, the slow drag of his tongue, the way his fingers had curled inside me, the low growl of satisfaction when I came apart. My body still hummed with it, traitorous and alive in a way it had never been before.By morning, I was a wreck so I stayed in my room as long as I could, pretending to unpack, scrolling mindlessly through my phone... just anything to avoid going downstairs. But the loud rumble in my stomach forced me out.The kitchen smelled like coffee and bacon. Laura was at the island in her old college sweatshirt, hair piled on top of her head, laptop open. Vincent sat beside her, one arm draped casually over the back of her chair, scrolling through something on his tablet.They looked perfect together... Happy. My stomach twisted.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Laura said without looking up. “There’s coffee.”Vincent’s eyes lifted to mine. Just a calm glance like last night had been a dream.I poured
I was nineteen when Vincent first touched me, and I’ve never forgiven myself for letting him.I’d just finished my first semester of college with nineteen credits, two all-nighters a week, and a newfound ability to drink black coffee without flinching. The drive home had been long, rain-slicked highways and holiday traffic crawling north. By the time I pulled into the driveway, every muscle ached, and all I wanted was silence, a shower, and my own bed.But the house felt different the moment I stepped inside. It was a bit too quiet.My parents were away at a weekend conference in the city, some banking retreat Dad couldn’t skip. Laura had texted earlier, “crashing early. Thesis kicked my ass. Vincent’s coming over to help me finish edits. Don’t wait up, baby sis.”I wasn’t even planning to.I dropped my duffel in the foyer, kicked off my wet boots, and headed upstairs. The hallway was dark except for the faint glow under Laura’s door, probably her desk lamp. She’d always been the resp






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