ZESA RUSSO Pulling my bra off my body, he attacked my breasts with bites and kisses, leaving marks while I shook underneath him. Nerves pinched at my stomach when he cupped both breasts in his hands, stroking over my erect nipples while his lips traveled to the crook of my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my hot skin. The heat between my legs intensified, growing like a wild fire at every touch from him. “Levi,” I whimpered when he bit down on my shoulder, sending waves of pleasure through me. There was a growing dampness in my pussy and I ached for more of him. He kissed me as if asking me to be quiet, pushing my head back down onto the pillow as his kiss became harder and my body became hotter with lust. The need between us became a lot more obvious as we grasped each other in a passion of kisses and caresses. Too engrossed in the kiss, I did not know when he undid the string of my pants. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his hand graze my dampened c

NINA MEYERS I did not know what I was thinking when I agreed to work for Zesa. I guess I thought she wouldn’t do what her eyes said because of my condition. I was wrong. Very wrong. I might have seen her as a woman with a kind heart who wouldn’t treat a pregnant woman harshly, but the few days I’d spent in their home told me otherwise. I’d only learned that she had two sides. She could be a woman like an angel and she could be the devil. I stood in front of the washing machine in the laundry room, putting in the clothes she gave me to wash. Most of them were clean, by the way. As I put them in, I heard her footsteps from behind me. It could only be her because Levi was not home. He’d left in the early hours of the morning for an important meeting. I’d heard them discussing. He left the mother of his child alone with his insane wife. “Why are you putting those clothes in the washing machine?” she queried, going to take them out before throwing them into the laundry basket

ZESA RUSSO After the mini threat I got from Alejandro, the first person I went to was Finn. I couldn’t even go to see Neviah. I would call and explain things to her later. While in the elevator in my company, I got a text from an unknown number. Most likely Nina. Isiah King Come to the uncompleted building in Dolphin Street and make sure you come alone. 7p.m sharp. Fear gripped me instantly. How did she know who Isiah King was? Did Alejandro really dig into my past? With jelly legs, I made my way to Finn’s office, ignoring the workers who greeted me as they passed by. I did not know what people would think if they heard about what happened to him after he met up with me. And knowing Nina, she would spice the whole thing up and make look like the bad guy. I opened the door to Finn’s office. He came to his feet when he saw me. “Hey, are you okay?” he questioned, coming over to me as I went sat down on the couch in his office. “They’ve done it.” I gripped my hair, my bre

MALENA RUSSO I left Austria when I was eighteen years old and it had been eight entire years since I came back. My sister and I would normally video call. Aside from that, we didn’t really see or talk to each other, but were on very good terms. Zesa would always send me money and gifts without me asking. It always made me happy. The only person who’d seen me since I left the country was Finn. Zesa would often send him over to see how I was doing. So, imagine my rage when Finn called to tell me my sister was hospitalized, almost shaking hands with death because of some bitch who wouldn’t leave her husband alone. I left Berkley immediately after I got the news. I wanted to see how my sister was doing and give the woman who hurt her a little punishment for trying to take away my only family. With Levi’s direction, we could get to the police station where Nina was detained. I parked the car properly and got down. What a good day to smack a bitch into Christmas Eve! We went i

ZESA RUSSO I woke up to the sickly smell of hospital disinfect invading my nostrils. The room was fairly silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beeping sound from the digital monitoring machine beside me. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me, glancing around the room to take in my surrounding. A bed dominated the room, somewhat lumpy with padding and white sheets that seemed to mask the thick plastic covering the mattress. There was a call button attached to the bed, a bedside table, a comfortable chair and two dining type chairs. The room was decorated in a gold and white color. It was definitely a VIP room. I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had happened to me, but no matter how much I tried to remember, only blurry images came to me. How long had I been here? Then it hit me. I fell off a building after someone pushed me. The cold air hitting my face as I plummeted towards the hard ground. I vividly recalled a woman’s laughter and how pain jol