LOGIN"Strip for me," he commanded, his ice-blue eyes devouring her. "Tonight, I take what's mine." I thought I knew betrayal when I caught my fiancé's balls-deep in another woman. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when that woman turned out to be my TWIN SISTER. But the real knife in my back? He was her boyfriend first. For eight months, she fed him every secret about me—my fears, my dreams, my insecurities—so he could seduce me, make me fall in love, and destroy me when it hurt the most. Why? Because she's always hated that I'm successful. That I'm respected. That people love me for who I am, not what I look like. So there I was—promoted, engaged, happy—walking into my fiancé's apartment to celebrate... only to find him f*cking my sister against the wall while she smirked at me over his shoulder. "Surprise, sister. He was always mine." I should've gone home. I should've cried. Should've been the victim they wanted me to be. Instead, I walked into the most exclusive bar in New York and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Dante Ashford. Billionaire. My ex-fiancé's boss. Sex personified. And currently getting pleasured by a beautiful blonde in the VIP lounge—while staring directly at ME. He said my name while another woman's mouth was on him. Then he dismissed her with one cold word: "Leave." When I demanded to know how he knew who I was, he smiled like the devil making a deal. "I know everything about you. Your cheating fiancé and backstabbing sister. I know exactly how to make them pay." His offer was simple: Marry me. Destroy them. I'll give you power, wealth, and revenge. My response shocked us both: "I'll marry you. But first... take my virginity. Tonight."
View MoreARIAI'm still staring at the photo when something catches my eye.Not the obvious fake intimacy, or the staged positioning. There is something in the background, like a reflection in the hotel room mirror. That appears in the picture.I zoom in, squinting at the picture.There's a figure behind the photographer. Blurry, but distinctly female. With dark hair, and slim build.My blood runs cold."Dante." I turn the phone towards him. "Look at the mirror at the top right corner."He zooms in, and I watch his expression harden. "That's not just a random photoshop job. Someone was actually in that room, taking this photograph.""Someone who looks a lot like me from behind." My voice is flat. "Or more specifically, someone who shares my DNA.""Vivienne.""Who else would go to this much trouble? She's the only person who could pull off pretending to be me from certain angles." I set the phone down, my mind racing. "This isn't just about breaking us up. This has to be about something else."
DANTEThe next morning, I wake to find Aria still asleep, her hand is protectively over her stomach even in sleep.I slip out of bed carefully and head downstairs to make calls I've been putting off."Viktor," I say when he answers. "I need full surveillance on Vivienne Sinclair. I want to know everywhere she goes, everyone she talks to, every move she makes.""She's still in California, boss. Her probation...""She's filing to relocate back to New York. Once that's approved...and it will be approved...I want eyes on her immediately.""Understood. Any particular concerns?""Every concern. Vivienne doesn't do anything without an agenda. She's planning something, and I want to know what it is before she executes it."After Viktor, I call my legal team to prepare opposition to Vivienne's relocation request. Then my assistant to clear my schedule for the next month...I need to be available for Aria's appointments and pregnancy needs.I'm on my fourth call when my phone buzzes with a text
ARIA"We need to go to the hospital," Dante says the next morning, his hand still possessively splayed across my stomach."We need to get you checked out properly. Make sure everything's okay.""I'm fine," I protest, but even as I say it, a wave of nausea hits me. I barely make it to the bathroom before I'm retching into the toilet.Dante's there immediately, holding my hair back, while his other hand rubs soothing circles on my back."Hospital," he says firmly when I'm done. "Today."I'm too exhausted to argue.DANTEWe fly to Miami instead of back to New York,the hospital there has one of the best maternal-fetal medicine departments in the country, and I want Aria seen by the best.Money opens doors quickly. Within two hours of landing, we're in a private examination room with Dr. Sarah, a renowned obstetrician who came highly recommended."Let's see what we're working with," Dr. Sarah says warmly, squeezing a gel onto Aria's exposed belly. "How far along do you think you are?""May
DANTEWhen I finally stop twitching, she pulls my length off her mouth slowly with a wet pop, licks her lips, and smiles up at me like the devil.“I was thirsty for you, and I decided to have a taste,” she whispers, voice husky.I move immediately and grab her hips, flip her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. She gasps and lifts her ass automatically like she knows what’s coming. I yank her up onto her knees, put her face down, her ass high, and spread her thighs wide.“Look at this pretty pussy,” I growl, rubbing my still-hard cock through her soaked folds. She’s dripping again, swollen and ready. “You are already wet just from sucking me off. You love swallowing my cum, don’t you?”“Yes,” she moans into the pillow. “I love it. Now fuck me, Dante. Please.”I don’t wait for her to plead twice. I push into her pussy deeply, and hardly, in one long thrust until my hips slap her ass. She cries out in a little voice as her pussy walls clamp tight around my cock. Her pussy heat is insa
DANTE“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know how to tell the difference anymore.”“Then let me help you.” My mother’s voice is soft. “Close your eyes. Picture your life in five years. Really, picture it. Where are you? What are you doing? Who’s beside you?”I close my eyes.Five years from now, I
ARIAThe confession hangs between us, raw and honest.“Dante—”His phone rings. He glances at it, and his expression hardens. “I have to take this. It’s Viktor.”He answers, speaking in clipped tones. I watched his face change, going from concerned to furious.“When?” A pause. “How did they get pas
ARIA“Champagne,” Dante says, taking two flutes from a passing waiter. He hands me one. “Drink.”I do, grateful for something to occupy my shaking hands.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have engaged with them. I should have just walked away...”“Don’t apologize.” His voice was firm. “You sto
DANTE“This isn’t over...”“Yes. It is.” I lean in close enough that only he can hear. “And if you ever, ever threaten Aria again—if you so much as think her n






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