Masuk“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. “Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. “Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.” “My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. “That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.” It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.
Lihat lebih banyakChloe’s POV The proposal happened on a normal Tuesday.At least that was what I thought when I walked into the company auditorium for what I assumed was another executive briefing. The hall lights were dimmed slightly, and the employees were already seated. I frowned, wondering why no one had informed me of a scheduled gathering.When I stepped fully inside, the large screen behind the stage flickered to life.Images began to play.Not financial charts.Not company growth statistics.Pictures of Jessica in the incubator.Pictures of me at the office, tired but determined.Clips from board meetings where I stood alone at the head of the table.Photos of Drake in the hospital bed.Then one particular image stayed longer than the rest.Jessica’s tiny hand wrapped around both of ours.My throat tightened.I turned slowly.Drake was standing at the center of the stage.Not in his usual sharp business suit, but in a simple dark ensemble that made him look less like a CEO and more like a ma
Chloe’s POV She looked older in that moment.Smaller.“Jack didn’t deserve prison,” she muttered.I felt something inside me harden.“My sister didn’t deserve death,” I said quietly.The words landed heavier than shouting ever could.For a second, Margaret’s eyes flickered.Not remorse.Recognition.“You still blame us,” she said.“I don’t blame,” I replied. “I remember.”The guard shifted behind her.Time was almost up.“You’ll regret this,” she whispered.“No,” I said calmly. “I won’t.”I stood up slowly.She watched me carefully, her pride refusing to crumble completely.“Enjoy the rest of your life,” I said. “You have plenty of time to think.”I did not wait for her response.As I walked out, I felt lighter.Not because revenge tasted sweet.But because closure did.Margaret no longer haunted me.She was confined.And I was free.They caught Sylvia three weeks later.She had not escaped as cleverly as she thought. Her passport had been flagged. One of the offshore transfers tied
Chloe’s POV The prison smelled of rust and regret.Cold concrete. Metal bars. Echoing footsteps. It was nothing like the polished boardrooms Jack once strutted through as though he owned the world.I wore a simple fitted dress and dark sunglasses even though the sun barely touched the interior visiting area. Not because I needed to hide.Because I wanted to look untouchable.The officer escorted me to the visitor section. A thick glass partition separated inmates from visitors. A phone rested on each side.When they brought him in, I almost didn’t recognize him.Jack looked thinner. The arrogance in his posture had dulled, replaced by something harsher. His hair was shorter. His jaw shadowed with uneven stubble. The prison uniform hung stiffly on his frame.Orange suited him.He saw me and froze.Then his lips curved slowly.“Chloe,” he muttered as he picked up the phone on his side.I lifted mine.“You clean up nicely,” I said sweetly. “The uniform fits you. Really brings out your…
Drake’s POV The house no longer felt divided.For months it had been chaos. Accusations. Betrayal. Memory loss. Prison bars. Hospital monitors. Blood on white sheets.Now there was a different kind of tension.Quieter.Controlled.Earned.Chloe had drawn her line clearly. No kiss. No bed. No intimacy until I was legally severed from Margaret and until justice finished what it started.She had looked me straight in the eye when she said it. No trembling. No seduction. No desperation.Strength.I respected it.I wanted her more because of it.The divorce papers were already in motion. My attorneys worked day and night. Margaret had attempted to contest it at first, but the weight of her criminal charges made her leverage weak. The financial fraud alone was enough to dismantle any sympathy. When the evidence about Hilda surfaced in court, it sealed her fate.Life imprisonment was not just a threat anymore.It was likely.I sat in my office late one evening reviewing the final drafts. My
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe silence was a thick, poisonous blanket, far heavier than my own exhaustion.I lay on the cold stone floor, naked and exposed, beside the girl who had just shattered a decade of my carefully constructed solitude. My chest heaved, no longer from physical exertion, but from th
Chloe’s POV I bought the mug of coffee to my lips and sipped, and it degree of hotness almost burned my whole mouth cavity. The little that managed to get through to my oesophagus made me groan in discomfort."Fuck!" I seethed as I set the unfortunate mug on the table. I sprung to my feet and rus
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe penthouse apartment was a mausoleum of impeccable taste. Every object—from the abstract art on the walls to the seamless expanse of marble flooring. It was expensive, cold, and utterly silent. It was a space designed for two people who shared a bank account but not a life.
Chloe’s POVThe city night was a whirlwind of motion as I sped away from the Renwick Gallery. I didn’t know the name of the driver or the model of the black SUV that collected me discreetly two blocks from the main entrance, but I recognized the efficiency. This was the movement of a man who comman


















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