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Isla pov “God, is it too late to jump off a cliff?” I murmured under my breath, pressing my face into the pillow as I contemplated all the questionable life choices that had led me to this moment. What the fuck have I done? Did I just yell at my father? Did I just call my stepmother a white lotus? And did I really call Isolde out? To be honest, every word I said earlier was the truth, and I meant every single one of them. But now that the courage and adrenaline had worn off, the timid, old me resurfaced— panicked and already dreading the consequences of my actions. “Wait, maybe I’m just overreacting, and it’s not that bad. I was just angry, and tensions were high at the time, so it couldn't be—” “Desmond!! What? You’re not the only one who can yell! I can raise my voice too, Desmond Ashford!” “So do me a favor and shut up. Stop acting like a fucking white lotus when your heart is just as black. And don't get me started on that annoying voice of yours.” “You know, I alway
Isla pov Suhyeon and Esther had let me crash in one of the rooms in their penthouse suite. To them, it was no big deal, but to me, it meant everything especially since I had nowhere else to go. I wasn’t even sure if my father had frozen my cards yet, though knowing him, he probably had. We had dinner together, drank, and talked for a while, and now I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. Why, you ask? Because of Alaric, the man who seemed to occupy my every thought. His godlike face, that sculpted body, and that damn infuriating smirk he wore whenever he teased me, I thought of it all. The way his lips seemed to steal the breath right out of my lungs, the way he touched me, the way his fingers felt inside me. God. What the hell was wrong with me? “Isla, you need to stop acting like a dog in heat,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Without thinking twice, I reached for my phone on the counter, des
Alaric pov“I’m sorry, Mr. Alaric, but Dr. Adam isn’t available today. I can schedule your appointment for a later date when he’s back,” the brunette receptionist said with a smile, her eyes blatantly checking me out.I frowned, resting my head on my hand as I leaned against the counter, my fingers drumming lazily on the hard surface. I stared at her with a blank expression, ignoring the way her gaze roamed.Silence stretched between us when I didn’t respond. She opened her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off with a sigh before turning to Liam, who stood behind me, his expression as cold as ever.“What a pity,” I drawled, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as I fixed my eyes on him.“Liam, she says my therapist isn’t around. Where do you think he could be?”Liam's expression remained unchanged. His cold gaze flickered to the receptionist, who swallowed nervously and took a step back, before shifting back to me. Without hesitation, he spoke.“I believe she is lying, boss. Mr. Adam is
Isla pov I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode. You know, I’ve asked myself so many times, what the actual fuck was I doing? Was I seriously about to walk into my boss’s club, hoping he finally fucks me? Who does that? No sane person masturbates to thoughts of their boss. No sane person lets their boss eat them out. And most definitely, no sane person picks out their sexiest underwear just to look good when they strip in front of said boss. I bit my bottom lip, running a hand through my red hair as I stared at the dress I’d picked out, a tight, black mini dress with thick straps that hugged my body and accentuated every curve. It was the only club-appropriate outfit I’d packed when I ran away from home, but honestly, I didn’t care. I wanted to look good— no, I wanted to look sexy in front of Alaric tonight. I didn’t even know why his opinion mattered so much, but for som
Isla pov “Little rose, tell me… do you know how to suck a dick?” I froze, staring at the insanely gorgeous man in front of me as his question echoed in my mind over and over. Did I know how to suck a dick? The moment those words slipped from his lips, a jolt of heat shot through me. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I felt my core throb, warmth flooding between my legs. God, how could just his voice, just that one filthy question, make me this wet? Alaric had always made my body respond to him before my mind could even catch up. It was as if the man in front of me had me under some kind of spell. All I could think about were sinful thoughts, especially the idea of dropping to my knees and doing everything I could to please him, to return the pleasure he had given me yesterday morning with just my mouth. But there was one problem. I was nervous— terrified I wouldn’t be good enough for him. Sure, I had given Leon blowjobs before whenever he wanted, but now that
Alaric pov I couldn’t control myself. I tried to be gentle— I really did. I kept telling myself over and over to take it slow with her, but it felt as though something inside me finally snapped. That urge, that hunger, I couldn’t fight it anymore. So I gave in. I ran my hand over her head, my voice low and rough as I grunted, “It seems like you're having trouble getting everything in your mouth, little rose. Let me help you with that.” Without a second thought, I pushed her down, forcing her to take every inch of my dick into her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned, my head tilting back as the warmth of her mouth wrapped around me, sending a shudder through my entire body. It felt good. So fucking good. I tightened my grip in her hair, holding her there for a moment, savoring the sensation. Isla gagged, her hand pressing against my thigh but she didn’t pull away like I expected. No. She stayed right there, obedient and eager, giving me exactly the kind of pleasure I craved. I couldn’t co
James pov Father: After securing the contract for you, you still managed to lose it to Alaric. I am deeply disappointed. You couldn’t even win against that child? You are the heir to the Voss Enterprise. If you can’t handle something as simple as this, then perhaps you’re not ready. Do whatever it takes to make him lose the deal. Your grandfather might not say it out loud, but he’s not pleased, Alaric is receiving the majority of the percentage. Me: I apologize, Father. I understand. I won’t fail you this time. Father: I do not need your empty promises. What I need are results. It's been confirmed that the Ashford Corporation is also part of this deal. Alaric is offering them a 10% profit, and you know that bastard never does anything without a motive. I want you to find out why he did it. I raised a brow as I read the messages, a frown tugging at the corner of my lips. My fingers stilled against the table beside me, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Alaric was offering the As
“Do you feel the urge to kill those who made your life miserable?” Adam asked the man sitting in the chair, pushing his glasses higher as he scribbled in his notes. His eyes stayed locked on the man, uncertain whether he was asleep or simply ignoring him. When no response came, Adam sighed and shook his head, removing his glasses in frustration. He was already starting to regret his decision. Why did he take Alaric Voss as a patient? He was the one everyone had warned him about. “Stay clear of that devil,” an acquaintance had told him when he’d first asked about Alaric. “Five therapists quit on that man. Sure, he looks normal but he’s not. Some say he’s insane… others say he’s possessed. Want to know why?” Adam could still remember the chill that ran down his spine when he first heard what his acquaintance had said. “Because whenever he gets mad, it’s like someone else entirely takes over. That man’s a beast. I heard he once left a man paralyzed but he never saw a day in
Isla pov “I won, my little rose.” I wasn’t sure what happened next— what emotions I felt or what thoughts ran through my mind after Alaric spoke those words. All I knew was that I now found myself between his thighs, my hands wrapped around his thick length, stroking him slowly as I gazed up at him. I needed to see his face, to read his expression, needed to know if he liked it, if I was doing it right, if I was pleasing him. Alaric’s head was tilted slightly back, his hair falling across his face, partially obscuring his eyes. His hands rested at his sides, he didn’t touch me, didn’t control the pace. That power belonged to me. "You’ve been so good for me… now show me just how badly you want it." That’s what he’d said and now, here I was, stroking him, slow and deliberate, feeling every heated pulse beneath my palm. I bit my bottom lip, my gaze falling back to his hard dick. My throat tightened as I watched the precum coat the tip, and without a second thought, I leaned in,
Isla pov Did I hear Alaric correctly? Did he just say I should crawl over to him— to show him how desperate I was to please him? My breath hitched, fingers tightening around the sheets as the echo of my heartbeat thundered in my ears. It was fast, relentless– like it was about to explode right out of my chest. And if my heart was bad, my body was worse. The moment those words left his mouth, a shiver of pleasure shot down my spine, heat pooled between my legs, and I was certain I grew even wetter in an instant. Fuck, what was happening to me? I continued to stare at Alaric, trying to convince myself he was joking but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. That familiar smirk tugged at his lips, the one he always wore when he teased me. But his eyes... they were different. Cold and emotionless, yes but beneath the surface, there was hunger. Lust. A challenge. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. His gaze held me captive, pinning me in their depths. Before I knew it, I couldn’
Isla pov A gasp. A shudder. A moan. My whole body burned— hot and achingly sensitive. I couldn’t think straight, and honestly, how could I? I was bare, completely naked on Alaric’s bed with my legs spread apart. How could I, when Alaric kissed me with such hunger, stealing my breath and leaving me utterly weak? And how could I, when his fingers moved inside me with such precision and skill that I arched my back against him, desperate for more? Oh God, what was happening? How did something so wrong feel so incredibly right? My arms tightened around his broad shoulders as our lips moved in sync, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every moan that escaped me was swallowed by his greedy mouth. More. Alaric slid another finger inside me, and I shuddered as they worked faster— thick, long, stretching me in ways that made it nearly impossible to keep kissing him. Even breathing became a challenge. And yet... My body begged for more. This man— this devil knew exactly what he was doi
Isla pov “Little rose, if I tell you I’m not okay… will you be a good girl and let me fuck you?” My eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped me at his words. A shudder ran through me, my body reacting almost instantly. Heat pooled between my legs, and I knew I was already wet. Alaric hovered above me, caging me in, and in that moment, all I wanted was to scream ‘Yes Please! fuck me, I want it!' But instead, my trembling hands rose on their own, pressing against his chest as I struggled to steady my voice. “W-what are you saying? Stop joking around, please... get off me,” I stammered, my cheeks flushed. I watched as Alaric leaned away from my ear, stopping just inches from my lips, his head tilted slightly as that familiar, amused smirk slowly spread across his face. “Joking?” he echoed, and before I could even react, he grabbed my thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist. My eyes widened as he slowly ground against me, his bulge pressing firmly against my core. “You call this j
Alaric pov The thick, suffocating smell of fire. The sensation of air slowly and painfully slipping away, replaced by the smoke that filled everything. The desperate urge to scream for help, but all that escaped were harsh, choking coughs. Was this what it felt like to burn alive? To be curled up beside the door, watching the flames slowly creep closer until they consumed you? Was this what helplessness felt like? To be weak? To know you were about to die and be powerless to stop it? Someone, help me. I was scared. Too scared to cry. My body could only tremble as I watched the fire spread, the heat scorching, the defeaning sound of explosions, the roof collapsing. Grandfather. Father. Mother. James. Please... anyone. I don’t want to die. Please, someone— save me. "Help," I muttered under my breath, arms wrapped tightly around myself as though they could shield me from the flames around me. But deep down, I already knew my fate— a five-year-old boy doomed
Isla pov I could remember it all— The embarrassment, the pain, the betrayal from that day are still vivid in my mind. Back then, I hadn’t paid much attention to Leon’s mistress. She was pregnant, after all. And even though she was a bitch who knowingly cheated with Leon despite knowing he had a fiancée, I placed most of the blame on Leon. He was the one I trusted— she was just a stranger. So, I tried to ignore her. But still, there was a debt left unsettled between us, especially after the way she acted that day. I tilted my head slightly and narrowed my eyes as she stormed toward us in fury, before halting beside Leon, who closed his eyes and muttered something dangerously like a curse in frustration. I lifted a brow as her gaze swept over everyone before landing on me. Almost instantly, I saw a flash of disdain in her eyes. She glared at me, then spun to face Leon, pointing in my direction. “Why is that bitch here? What is going on? Is she the one who hit you?! You bas
Isla pov I’ll be late today. I’m at the police station— something happened with Leon, but I’ll explain everything when I get back. I reread the message before finally sending it to the group chat, my trembling hands clutching the phone tightly. Lifting my head, I turned to look behind me— Leon was still being questioned by the officer. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, his head shaking repeatedly as he tried to explain himself. “I really wasn’t following or trying to scare her! I just wanted to talk, so I went to find her at the parking lot. But when I touched her, she screamed, that’s really what happened!” I sighed, frowning at Leon. Of all the people I thought I might see at the parking lot, he was the last. He had given me such a fright, my heart had nearly burst out of my chest. But even more shocking than Leon being there was the person who had hit him. James. He sat behind me in one of the chairs, giving his statement to a police officer. His face was unrea
Isla pov My father's expression didn't change in the slightest at my words. Instead, he held that same familiar, emotionless gaze I had known all my life— the one devoid of any feeling. The air around us grew tense and heavy, and for a brief moment, it felt as though no one was going to speak. We stood there in the thick silence until, just when it seemed it would drag on forever, he finally moved. His eyes flickered past me, toward Isolde and Kieran, and with an air of cold indifference, he uttered a single command: "Get out.” Just those words— a single command were all it took to snap Isolde and Kieran out of their daze. I stepped aside, watching as Kieran forced a nervous smile before lowering his head in a slight bow. "Y-yes, Father," he said, quickly scrambling toward the exit. Isolde, however, stood frozen, her hands clenched into tight fists, her face flushed a deep red as if the very air had been sucked out of the room. Her eyes— burning with fury were locked ont
Isla pov Why should I acknowledge someone who never wanted me? Someone who never cared? Someone who, since the day I was born, never showed me an ounce of love— why should I call that kind of man my father? I remember it clearly. I was just seven the first time he laid a hand on me. A small, clueless child who had never even seen a picture of her mother because, according to him, I didn’t deserve to. My mother had died giving birth to me, and for that, he blamed me entirely. He said I was the reason she was gone, so he hid every picture of her away in his room, keeping her memory out of my reach. It was my birthday that day. But like every other year, my father wasn’t home. Even as a child, I understood why. My birthday was also the day my mother died. That was why I was never allowed to celebrate it. No cake. No candles. No presents. No birthday wishes. I wasn’t allowed to celebrate my birthday like other kids. He said it was the day I was supposed to repent— a day to