로그인Mia is the best girl
Chapter 3 - Damaged GoodRosie povTwo months later.I paced the cramped floor of my room, my heart hammering against my ribs while I waited for the pregnancy test to prove me wrong. I had missed two months of my period, and the constant fatigue had been affecting my daily life until a coworker joked that I was pregnant, and that was when everything clicked.I had never been with a man except for that one night at the Lawson party, but I couldn't remember anything past the haze. I didn't even know his face: I had just run away, terrified, and scrubbed my skin raw the second I got home, desperate to wash away the feeling of him. I had convinced myself that if I never spoke of it, the night would eventually cease to exist. But when the reminder I’d set on my phone finally rang, my body jolted as I stared at the plastic stick on my bed. Two lines. A sickening dread settled in my gut.No, that couldn’t be. I couldn’t be pregnant by a man whose name and face I didn’t know. A drunk mistak
Interlude IJude's POV“Bang!”The sound of a gun cracked through the late-night air, and the man in front of me groaned in agony, his body hitting the ground with a thud. He began to beg, babbling apologies that meant nothing to me. I stalked towards him, head tilted, my eyes tracing the blood trailing from his wound. He tried to scramble away, his hands clawing at the concrete, but I brought my heel down hard on his leg. A sickening pop echoed as bone shattered beneath my boot, and the man’s scream ripped through the silence.I lowered my head, yanking his hair back so I could stare into his fear-stricken face. It was the look they all wore when they finally realised who they were dealing with—The Frost. Unforgiving. Ruthless.“Betrayal is unforgivable. That is the first rule,” I enunciated, my voice cold and detached, my face blank. I could never tolerate betrayal, no matter how they begged for mercy. He had betrayed the Umbra organisation, intercepting a shipment worth millions be
Chapter 2 -with a strangerRosie povI had been walking for what felt like hours now. I didn't even know where I was going. My legs felt like a wobbly mess, struggling to keep my balance against the carpet. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake the haze clouding my head, but the effort only made my skull throb worse. The music from the party downstairs had faded into a faint, distant vibration, but my head was pounding in rhythm with my frantic heartbeat.I didn't even know the way back. It felt like the corridor was never-ending, the doors blurring side to side, swaying and confusing in my vision. I just wanted the spinning to stop. My mother had said the second floor, yeah, the second floor. I held up my hands to count my fingers, but I started giggling because the numbers didn't seem to stay still — they were dancing right in front of my face."Calm down," I muttered to myself, forcing my hands to stop shaking as I stretched my fingers out to count again, but the numbers wouldn't follo
Chapter 1 - the golden ticketRosie pov “Mom!”I groaned, quickening my pace to keep up with my mother. She was practically vibrating with excitement, a wide, ear-to-ear grin plastered on her face as we pushed through the entrance of the Lawson mansion. I didn’t know why we were here. We didn’t belong here. Mr. Lawson was one of the most influential men in this town, and the lavish ball he was throwing was the event where the rich came to bask in their excess. I had been shocked when my mother came home with an invitation, acting like it was a golden ticket. I’d eyed her suspiciously the time, telling her it wasn’t possible for people like us—from the lower side of town—to be invited to a Lawson party, but she’d shut me off and told me harshly to behave.I knew my mother better than anyone. She always had a desperate thing for the wealthy, nursing this deep-seated, simmering jealousy toward them, always looking for a way to claw her way into their circles. But a lower-class life alw
I opened my exposed legs widely, my heart thumping with nervousness from what I want to do as my head tilted to the side, a smirk pulling my lips, “Crawl to me,” I said, the word and it came from my mouth in a powerful thrill to me as I used two of my fingers to spread my vulva. “Or what if I tell you to bark instead?”"Wait, Rosie," my eyes widened slightly in panic. Where did that come from? What if he didn't do that or find it disgusting, as I wanted to open my mouth to refute those words? Something passed in his eyes, flickering across his face as more blood dripped from his nose. "Fuck!" he cursed. “I'll do anything you want, wifey.”“Then which is it?” I wetted my lower lips, my body thrumming from desire. Where was I getting this boldness from?“Why choose,” he said in a low voice, waving his hand dismissively, “when I can do both?” His knees lowered as he crossed the distance between us on his hands and knees slowly.I was shocked he was actually doing that. I wanted to hide b
Bonus Chapter Rosie povAfter our date and my confession to him, something incredibly changed between us. I couldn't really explain it, but I always got short of breath whenever I was with him; my skin flushed, and my heart skipped with heat pulled below my belly under his gaze. There was something in his gaze that made me super aware.I paced the length of the room, my brow etched with worry. What was happening? When I tried to take it further, he always pulled away before anything could go deep. Was I reading more into it? I put my thumb in my mouth, nippling on the nail gently, thinking too much. We had been married for months now, even though the wedding and the earlier time of the marriage were bumpy. We pulled through, even confessed and shared kisses, slept in the same bed, and snuggled, but why didn't we—or he—take it further?Doesn't he have urges? Or was he an impotent, but that couldn't be true because I've always seen the bulge in his boxers. Although I'm slow on catchin







