LOGINSebastian was still inside Ana, his hip movements slow but deep, making Ana let out a long moan on the bed. Leon sat in the armchair near the window, his robe slightly open, sharp eyes taking in every detail. His breathing was faster than usual, but he did not look away.“Don’t you want to join, Leon?” Sebastian asked again, his voice hoarse with lust. He thrust deeper, making Ana cry out softly.“Ahh… Sebastian!”Leon was silent for a few seconds. His heart pounded hard in a chest that was no longer as strong as before. He watched the wife he loved lying naked beneath his best friend, legs spread wide, body rolling with every thrust from Sebastian. Jealousy, pain, and a strange arousal mixed into one.“I… can’t do it like before,” Leon said quietly, his voice hoarse. “My heart…”Sebastian smiled faintly. He pulled out almost his entire thick, long cock, then drove back in with one hard thrust until Ana yelped.“AAHH!”“You don’t need to move much,” Sebastian whispered while looking a
The next day.Ana slowly opened her eyes. Her head still felt heavy, her eyes swollen from crying all night. Beside her, Leon was already sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, looking out the window with an expression that was hard to read.Ana sat up slowly. “Leon?”Leon turned. His smile was thin, tired, but not cold.“Get up. We have to talk to Sebastian today. Before everything becomes more complicated.”Ana nodded. She still felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare that hadn’t ended. The night before, Leon had learned everything, hadn’t gotten angry, and had instead offered a solution that left her even more confused and afraid.They prepared in silence. Ana took a long shower, scrubbing her body as if she could erase the traces of Sebastian that still lingered inside her. When she came out, Leon was already waiting in the suite’s living room, phone in hand.“I’ve already sent him a message. He’ll be here in thirty minutes,” Leon said.Ana sat on the sofa, her hands tre
Ana was stunned.She lay stiff beside her husband, her body still damp from the cold shower, Sebastian’s scent still faintly on her skin even though she had scrubbed it thoroughly. Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid Leon could hear it.“How was it? Did it feel good having sex with Sebastian?”Leon’s voice was flat—not angry, not raised. Just flat, as if he were asking about the weather.Ana opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her tongue felt numb. She could only stare at the ceiling, tears already welling in the corners of her eyes.Leon let out a slow breath. He turned on the bedside lamp; the soft yellow light illuminated his pale, wrinkled face.“Did you think I didn’t know? You forgot, Ana. I have many eyes. In this hotel, in every corridor, in every corner. Even in that olive grove. I knew from the first night you went to suite 304. I knew you screamed his name. I knew you said his cock was bigger and deeper than mine.”Ana covered her face with both hands.“Leon…
Ana walked back toward the garden with still unsteady steps. Her skirt had been straightened, her hair roughly combed with her fingers, but she felt as if everyone could see what had just happened among the olive trees. Inside her she could still feel the pulse of Sebastian’s large cock, warm fluid slowly dripping down her thighs. She pressed her legs tighter together as she walked.The wedding garden was still crowded. Music played, guests laughed, champagne glasses clinked. Clara stood in the middle of a small group, surrounded by Lucien, Damien, and Tristan.The three men stood very close to her; Tristan’s hand even circled Clara’s waist as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Clara laughed, her face glowing, looking nothing like a bride who had just lost her biological father the day before.Ana turned her face away. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer.Leon sat at a table far from the crowd, his face pale, one hand rubbing his chest. Adrian sat beside him, apparentl
Today was the day of Clara and Lucien’s wedding.Ana stood on the suite balcony, looking at the rows of white chairs already filled with guests. The navy blue dress she was wearing felt a little tight across the chest, probably from the lack of sleep the night before. Beside her, Leon was ready in a dark gray suit. His face was still pale, but he tried to smile.“Are you ready?” Leon asked.Ana nodded. “Ready.”They went down together with Sebastian and Adrian. In the back garden of the villa, the ceremony had already begun. Clara stood at the wooden altar decorated with white roses. Her wedding gown was ivory with delicate lace on the bodice and long transparent sleeves. Her hair was half-up, adorned with a small diamond tiara. She was truly beautiful, more beautiful than Ana remembered. Her smile was calm, her eyes shining as she looked at Lucien who stood in front of her.Lucien wore a perfect black suit. Behind him stood two other men whose faces resembled his, Damien and Tristan,
That night the atmosphere in the living room of Leon’s suite felt lighter than the tense afternoon. The wall lamps glowed warmly, and from the open balcony came the soft sound of Tuscan crickets. Adrian had arrived since the afternoon, still carrying his travel bag and a tired face from the flight. Now he sat on the large sofa with Leon and Sebastian, each holding a glass of whiskey.Ana sat in a chair near the window, phone to her ear, speaking with the nanny at home.“Has Sophie eaten? … Good. Aiden, don’t forget to do his math homework. Has Leo gone to bed? … Okay, please make sure they wear thick pajamas. The weather at home is cold tonight. … Thank you. Let me know if anything comes up.”Ana ended the call and let out a relieved breath. Her three children were fine. At least one thing she didn’t have to worry about tonight.“Are the kids already asleep?” Leon asked from the sofa.“Yes. Sophie said she misses Daddy,” Ana answered with a small smile.Leon smiled back, but the smile
I let out a long sigh. Clara's orders were absolute. If I didn't come, she'd get angry. I already knew how terrible her anger could be. Things could go flying, her words could cut sharper than knives, and I could get thrown out of this mansion. So I walked through the mansion's long corridors. Exp
Ana's Pov.I sat on one of the wooden pews in this church. My hands tightly gripped the edge of my dress until the fabric wrinkled. My boyfriend, Max, stood there in his neat black suit. Beside him was Sasha, my best friend since the first day I arrived in this city two years ago. Sasha's stomach wa
I stopped walking.My body turned stiff like a statue. Mr. Leon's words pierced me from behind, sharp and cold, like the edge of a knife pressed against my neck."Who taught you to be so rude?"I didn't dare turn around. My eyes burned. Tears gathered at the corners, but I held them back with all m
His possession.I wasn't an object, and I didn't belong to anyone.Mr. Leon slowly released his arm from around my waist, then walked back to the billiard table, picked up the cue he had set down earlier, and continued the game as if nothing had happened.As if he hadn't just saved my life, and as







