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’
My eyes fluttered open, only to immediately shut again as a dull, throbbing headache overwhelmed my senses, making me groan from the pain. “Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, my hands instinctively clutching my head, hoping it would somehow stop the pain. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. If anything, the pain only intensified, pounding against my temples like a relentless drumbeat. And the worst part? My entire body ached. Everywhere. “What happened? How much did I drink last night?” I muttered, asking no one in particular as I opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. But without my glasses, I could barely make anything out. One thing was clear, though—I wasn’t in my room, and I couldn't remember anything, not even where I was. I sighed and reached out for my glasses, hoping I hadn’t broken them. But instead of the familiar frame I expected to feel, my hands brushed something else—something hard, like a human body. I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat as I
Where do you go when you're at your lowest? When you have no one by your side? Or maybe when you've just run away from your own wedding?For me, the answer was simple. The only place that made sense—the one spot where you could drown your sorrows in alcohol, cry your heart out, and let the music blast away the thoughts clawing at your mind.A club. Not just any club, mind you—one of the most exclusive in New York, owned by none other than the infamous and dangerous business man, Alaric Voss.My father’s friend.To be honest, I wasn’t even sure why I had come here. There were plenty of clubs in the city, but perhaps it had something to do with the fact that, deep down, I wanted to see him. To see someone familiar, someone who could offer me even the slightest sense of comfort. My ruthless father was practically out of the picture, so maybe, in some twisted way, I sought out his annoying friend instead.“More, pour me everything you have. Since all I have is fucking money, I’ll drink ev
Two days had passed since the whole incident, and I had been trying nonstop to push it all behind me, to forget it. But, as expected, it was easier said than done. Every time I woke up, it was the first thing on my mind. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it—whether I was happy that I’d lost my virginity to Alaric, or if I was more upset that I couldn’t remember a single detail of it.It was driving me insane.“I heard about your wedding, poor sister. I can’t believe Leon really cheated on you. I can’t even imagine what you must’ve felt that day. Such a pity I couldn’t attend,” my older step-sister, Isolde,’s voice sliced through the silence, dragging me back to the present.I blinked, finding her seated in front of me with that all-too-sympathetic smile of hers. Her wavy blond hair cascaded softly over her shoulders as she watched me, her smile just subtle enough to feel condescending.“Oh, right, I heard about it too. Haha, I heard you walked out of the venue, that’s prett
I froze in place as I stared at the shattered glass on the ground, my heartbeat so loud I could swear I heard its echoes in my ears.This wasn’t the first time my father had done something like this. He was a man who commanded respect—and demanded it too—but what truly shocked me was that he had thrown the glass simply because I said I didn’t want to work at Alaric’s company.My legs went weak, and before I could collapse, I grabbed onto the nearest seat, breathing through my nose as a wave of nausea crashed over me all at once.I wanted to throw up. I wanted to cry.“Look at me!” Father yelled again. I shut my eyes, my body instinctively stiffening as I took a sharp breath before forcing myself to turn toward him. I knew if I didn’t, he would only grow angrier.The moment our eyes met, I froze, my grip tightening on the seat. His gaze burned with anger and hatred, his breathing slightly erratic as he glared at me—without a single trace of love.There was never any love to begin with.
Alaric's pov. "Don’t you want me? I may be a virgin, but I give the best blowjob. Just sit back and let me take care of you—I promise to make you cum, daddy~" “Alaric? Alaric, are you even listening to me?” Adam’s frustrated voice on the other line cut through my thoughts, snapping me out of my daze for the third time today. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as the corner of my lips curled into a smirk. Ignoring the persistent ache in my pants, I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping idly against the hard surface of my desk. Shifting slightly, I adjusted my position and lifted the phone higher, pretending to focus—when, in reality, my mind was still stuck on that sinful little voice. “Yes, I’m listening,” I drawled, my tone low and laced with boredom. “You were saying something about how evil I am, right? Please, go on. I’d love to hear more about how I’m the devil’s reincarnation.” Adam paused at my words before scoffing dramatically, then suddenly screamed, “I
Isla’s pov.Awkwardness.That was the only way to describe what was happening right now. Not only was it awkward, but it was also silent—so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The only sound filling the room was the slight tapping of Alaric's fingers against the desk—each thump making my chest tighten in anxiety.I swallowed nervously for what felt like the hundredth time since stepping into his office, my eyes darting everywhere except at the ridiculously gorgeous man in front of me. Yet, despite my attempts to avoid him, my gaze kept betraying me—always finding its way back to Alaric Voss.You see, Alaric Voss wasn’t just a wealthy man. He wasn’t just a powerful figure who carried the blood of the esteemed Voss family—the wealthiest family in the US. No, his fame extended beyond that.It was his sex appeal.You couldn’t imagine the sexiest man alive and then picture Alaric differently. Why? Because Alaric was the sexiest man alive. And don’t just take my word for it—it was offici
Isla’s pov. “This is your new office, and I’ve printed out Mr. Voss’s schedule for you,” Liam, Alaric's other secretary, announced as he dropped what looked like an entire book onto the desk with a heavy thud. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Eyes wide, I turned to Liam, half-expecting him to burst into laughter and tell me it was all a joke. But instead, he simply flipped the book open with a practiced ease and pointed to a page. “If you go to page 24, you’ll find the CEO likes and dislikes,” he said matter-of-factly. “For example, here, it details exactly how Mr. Voss likes his coffee—black and bland, no sugar.” My eyes flickered to the line he was indicating, and sure enough, in bold letters, it read: Mr. Voss likes his coffee black and bland. No sugar and absolutely no milk. Please take note of this. I stared at the words in disbelief. What the actual hell? He didn’t really expect me to read and memorize all of this, right? “And here,” Liam continued, completely unfa
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
Isla pov The ringing. It was all I could hear. It drowned everything else out, made my vision blur— made me nauseous. I’ll deal with that bastard for touching you earlier. That was what had been written on the back of the picture I found yesterday after coming back from the club. And the man who had died... was the same man from that night, the owner of the car who had demanded compensation. The video- was from the club that night, the one Isolde had used to threaten me, he had it. No, something told me he was the one who had taken it. But what truly sent a shiver down my spine was the word ‘little rose’. It was what Alaric always called me, but never in public. So, seeing someone else use that name… it made me wonder just how long this person had been watching me. What was going on? Was this a stalker? It couldn't be my family, something deep inside me told me it wasn’t. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I shut my eyes, unable to look at the photo on the TV any longer.