[Juliette's POV]I turned from the darkness beyond the car window to the Mafia King in the driver's seat."So we're going to a restaurant for food because we're not waking up the servants who are already paid to do so," I recited what I heard from him while we were dressing up thirty minutes ago. "Yup." Ralph stared at the road ahead. "Because…?"A weary sigh came through and then he explained, "I don't trust them, especially the other people that they served."I was confused. "But aren't they all your family?" "My family died when I was nine." The sudden admission was appalling and puzzling at the same time. Is he not a Virtus? I stared at him when he placed another hand on the steering wheel. "You didn't hear that," he ordered. "What did I hear?" I feigned ignorance. He glanced at me quizzically and then turned back to the road. "What?" I shrugged. "I'm honouring the bet I lost. I'm doing whatever you say." A brief awkward silence later, I asked again, "So you don't trust y

[Juliette’s POV] I couldn't believe my ears. Heat of solace seared the back of my eyes. This man spoke my mind. He should be my ally! But he still can’t be trusted. All Virtuses can't be trusted—not when one of them used me to test his food for poison and another took advantage of my ignorance. Let's see what he's got first. "Do you have any evidence ?" I crossed my arms with a defensive frown. "Of what Ralph did to me and my father." He looked surprised and then furious. "How can there be when he never leave a trace of his crimes, Miss Juliette!" Darn. This guy has nothing. "You can't expect me to believe you when there's no proof, Mr. Sandy. Goodbye." I turned from him. "So you're saying you trust Ralph?" He shouted after me. I halted and then turned back with the sweetest smile I could fake. "I'm his wife, Mr. Sandy. Of course, I trust him." "Well, you're putting your trust in the wrong man!" I knitted my brows, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me?" "You want to

[Juliette’s POV]Ralph sucked my lower lip long and hard. His yearning tore through me, paralysing my limbs. When he released my lips, I sighed a mixture of relief and delight, and he grabbed the sides of my face to lock me for another kiss. I shouldn’t part my lips. But his tongue kept prodding and his body kept grazing mine. It felt good. Very soon, I succumbed and he entered, stroking me leisurely and deeply. We kissed fervently for God knows how long. And somehow, his hands got under my blouse, skimming up my abdomen, fondling and caressing my skin like he was touching me for the first time. Streaks of shuddering impulses scurried up my spine, and my insides twitched with need. But the moment his fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts, warning bells sounded in my head. I tore my lips away as my palms pressed on his broad chest. “Enough, Ralph," I whispered, panting. "We need to stop." I couldn’t let him go on. He’d know that I lied about my cycle, and a catastrophe would

[Juliette’s POV] Oh God.... He was embedded deep inside me as I straddled him in the middle of the enormous bed, our bodies locked tightly together, my arms around his neck and his around my back. My body felt so hot and numbed with electrifying bliss, I could hardly hold myself up and had to lean against him for support as we kissed long and hard. Finally, Ralph tore his lips away and pressed his forehead against mine. We gazed into each other's eyes as our warm breaths mingled. "Ralph…," I whispered breathlessly, barely able to form a sentence in my head, much less remember how long ago since he took my clothes off. "What is it, kitten?" he asked hoarsely. "Please…," I pleaded, not knowing what I was begging for. His gaze grew fiercer. "Shall I stop?" No! My mind screamed. But this slow pace is killing me! I need him to go…. "Faster…," I squeezed out a tiny sigh. "I can't, kitten." His gaze darkened. "You made me wait so long… It’s only fair that I savour every bit

*WARNING: This chapter contains explicit mention and disturbing descriptions of violence.*[Juliette’s POV]I arrived at Ralph’s side and finally saw Mandy Virtus—and he reminded me of Papa’s pompous ass business partners; those who brag and bray but never sign a damn deal because they’re too scared to commit. Standing in the middle of the lobby like the conductor of an orchestra of men in black suits and shades, with both hands grabbing each side of his hips like a runway model, Mandy bore an uncanny resemblance to Sandy Virtus. Except for his Beethoven white hair, Mandy is what would become of Sandy should he finally switch to a diet of human food and sunbathing. I bit my lower lip to contain a giggle. Goddamn it, Juliette! Not now!“Good morning, Mandy,” Ralph’s deep voice thickened the airwaves. Instantly, all sound and movement halted, even the slightest twitch of a muscle. I swallowed my giggle, while Mandy looked as though he had just witnessed his own death. And then he