Isla pov I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My heart pounded in my chest, and my jaw nearly hit the floor, a gasp escaping me as I stared at the bed. Unbelievable. That was the only word that came to mind to describe what I was looking at. A vibrator. A blindfold. A Handcuff. Three items lay neatly on the bed before me, and I had no idea how long I’d been standing there, just staring, eyes wide in stunned silence. So this was what Alaric meant by punishment? Just when I thought I’d seen every insane side of that man, he found new ways to surprise me. Yet, at the same time, another emotion bubbled inside me. Shock, yes… but also excitement. I was excited thinking about what Alaric wanted to do to me with these things. My eyes stayed locked on the handcuff, and I inhaled a shaky breath as the thought of being cuffed to the bed while Alaric pushed me to the edge ran through my mind. But the next second, I shook my head and slapped my hands over my face, trying to snap out of it. W
Alaric pov “He seemed really angry this time about what you did, boss,” Liam said as I slumped into my seat, leaning back while staring at the phone in my hand, tilting my head to the side. My grandfather was furious again, and this wasn’t the first time he’d called Liam since I’d blocked everyone else from my phone. The problem was, I’d done quite a few things lately, I wasn’t exactly sure which one set him off this time. Hmm. Was it the project? Or something else? “According to what he told me, the parents of Mr. Caleb and Dorian came to complain this morning. Their children are still in the hospital because of what you did, and they demanded an explanation from the Voss family.” I arched a brow at his words, the corner of my lips curving into a slow smirk as I leaned forward against the desk, resting my head on my hand. “Oh, that’s the reason?” I hummed. “Those two dogs are still in the hospital? I don’t believe I hit them that hard. Think they’re faking it?” I watche
Isla pov We were parked outside Alaric's club. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure how I ended up here. One moment, I was still trying to process what Alaric meant by punishment, and the next, I was being pulled into the car— now here I was, sitting beside him. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the tall building ahead. I didn’t need to think too hard to guess what kind of punishment he meant, especially since he brought me to this place. Still, I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of my mouth. “W-why are we here? Don’t we have to go to work?” I asked, swallowing hard as Liam stepped out of the car and opened the door on Alaric’s side. “Work?” Alaric tilted his head, eyes fixed on me, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he raised a brow. “Why? You’d rather be punished at the office?” His voice dropped, low and teasing. “Didn’t know you liked it that way.” My face turned bright red in an instant, and I quickly shook my head, about to protest that wasn’t what I mea
Isla pov “I did enjoy our tea time, Desmond. Let’s do this again sometime,” Alaric said with a chuckle, waving at my pale father as he walked out of the house without so much as a glance back. Liam turned, gave a small bow, and silently followed after him. I kept my gaze trained on my father, only to find him staring after Alaric with a hard glare. Despite his expression, he looked visibly shaken— his face pale, a mixture of fear and anger flickering in his eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had happened in the study to leave him like this. What did Alaric do? As if sensing my gaze, my father shifted his sharp eyes to me, making me freeze. But instead of saying anything, like I expected, he simply scoffed and turned away, heading back into his study without a word. To say that my jaw hit the ground would be an understatement. What? He just left? Just like that? It seemed I wasn’t the only one in shock, Isolde and her mother were staring at my father’s retreating ba
Isla povWe were in the sitting room, waiting for Father and Alaric, who had gone into the study to talk and they've been in there for a while.To be honest, I wasn’t even sure who I should be more worried about. But something told me it should be my father.If it were anyone else in there, maybe I’d be concerned for them but it was Alaric. And from the rumors I have heard, Alaric seemed like a terrifying man.But it seemed my father wasn’t the only one I should be worried about right now.It was like a staring contest or perhaps a glaring contest would be a better description.On either side of me sat Esther and Suhyeon, their eyes narrowed at the people across from us, my stepmother, Isolde, and Kieran.Aside from Kieran, it was the same on their end too. My stepmother and Isolde had their eyes locked on us, well, mostly on me though their expressions were different.My stepmother looked upset, while Isolde seemed like she wanted nothing more than to rip my head off. And judging by
Desmond pov How would I describe the man before me? Perhaps the perfect word for him would be insane. He was unpredictable. He was a Voss. In the business world, he was the kind of man you shouldn’t be, the kind of man you needed connections with, and exactly the kind of man you should never, by all means mess with. That was how powerful and dangerous he was. There were rumors about him— rumors that he, not his older brother James, was the one who sealed the business deal that made the Voss name what it is today. Rumors that he had risen to power in just two years, all on his own, his company only second to the Voss Enterprise. And the most chilling part was that he always got his revenge, in the cruelest ways imaginable. Most times, it involved bankrupting entire businesses or reducing once-powerful men to nothing. Yet this was the man my foolish daughter had brought into my home. As I stared at Alaric, seated calmly before me, sipping a cup of tea with his legs cro