LOGINI fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want this. "Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don’t want this." I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me. His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That’s what I thought." __ Betrayed and humiliated at the altar. Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. One night. No names. No future. Or so she thought. Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible. Now, resisting him is impossible. He’s everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it’s just the beginning. And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth: She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn’t let what’s his slip away.
View More141|Alaric pov“I found the owner of the ring and everything you asked me to dig up.”The man spoke with a lazy smirk, blond hair perfectly styled, cunning blue eyes glinting as he lifted the envelope into the air. His legs were crossed, posture relaxed, gaze fixed on me with nothing but amusement. His head tilted slightly as he studied my face.Francesco Rossi.Esther’s ex.A criminal. A thief. A black-market dealer.One of the strongest information brokers in New York.I knew of his connection to Esther because of the background checks I had run on everyone who had ever been close to Isla, including her friends, anyone who could be considered a potential threat. That was when I found out she’d dated Francesco back in college. They’d broken up after he cheated on her.None of that mattered.I sat across from him in the café, the time reading 11 p.m.—seven hours after Isla had been kidnapped. The place was silent, closed for the night, booked entirely for this meeting.My eyes never
Esther povI prayed it was a dream.I prayed it was fake news.I prayed I would see Isla rushing into the airport, smiling, laughing as she told us it was just a prank, a stupid joke.But as I stared at the message from the unknown number, which turned out to be him, Isla’s boyfriend, Alaric Voss, I knew, deep down, that it wasn’t a joke at all.Unknown Number: This is Alaric. Isla was kidnapped on her way to the airport by her stalker. If you still want to leave, you both can but I need your help to find her. I need your connection to Francesco Rossi and Suhyeon’s tracking skills. Please.Those words were what made my heart drop straight into my stomach.Beside me, Suhyeon let out a shaky, broken breath before collapsing to the ground, covering her mouth as she cried.And I— I just stood there, frozen, rereading the message in a daze.Isla had been kidnapped.Isla had been kidnapped.That was impossible.That should be impossible…Because Isla— the girl who had never truly been happ
Isolde povThe slap was so fast—so quick that no one saw it coming.One moment, mother’s mouth was moving, words spilling, and the next, she was sent crashing to the ground. Every eye in the room widened in disbelief, gasps tearing through the silence. None of us could believe father had just hit her.But then I saw it—the rage blazing in his eyes as he glared down at mother, who clutched her cheek, frozen, unmoving, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. I knew in that instant—she had really, truly fucked up.I had never seen father this angry before. Not even when Isla ruined the arranged marriage, when she ran away from home, when she fell for Alaric.No. That anger then was controlled, almost forced, as if he had to convince himself to be mad. But this… this was pure, untamed fury. And for the first time, he had laid hands on mother.Shit.We had been wrong all along.He didn’t hate his daughter. He never had. He blamed her for her mother’s death, yes but he still care
Alaric pov“Her phone is off. Most likely discarded. We haven’t located the truck yet, fake plates were used. It’ll take time, but we’ve found a few CCTV leads. Don’t worry, Mr. Alaric, the president ordered us to prioritize this case. We will find the kidnapped woman soon.”That was the last thing the officer said before I ended the call and slid the phone into my pocket. I stood there, eyes fixed on the ground, hands shoved deep into my coat, the cold wind cutting through me but nothing felt colder than my chest.It had been five hours. Five agonizing hours since Isla was taken. Five hours of knowing she was out there, terrified, alone, while every passing minute meant something could be happening to her. Something I couldn’t stop.I could lose her. Forever.That thought alone didn’t just hurt, it destroyed me.My mind was barely functioning, thoughts colliding violently, but all of them circling one brutal truth,If anything happened to Isla, I wouldn’t survive it.Not metaphor












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