Paris's POV"Get in, you're holding up the line!" the man barked, shoving us roughly into the crowded container. I could hear the women and children inside crying and moaning, and the stench of fear and desperation hung heavy in the air. We were being smuggled out of the city, and the conditions were anything but ideal. But we had no choice - this was our only way out.As the door slammed shut, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The darkness closed in around us, and I could feel the panic rising in my throat. I had no idea what would happen next, or if I would even survive the journey. The ship began to move, and we were jostled and shaken as it set sail. The rocking motion of the vessel made me feel sick to my stomach, and I could hear the others around me retching and moaning. I tried to close my eyes and block out the noise, but it was impossible to escape the reality of our situation. I had no idea how long we would be stuck in this container or where we were headed , but al

London's POV"Paris," Mrs. Katz said, looking up from her plate of food. "I wanted to let you know that you'll be starting your new position at the company tomorrow."I could feel my heart sink as she spoke. I had hoped for a few more days to prepare myself for the new job, but it seemed that fate had other plans. I mustered a smile and tried to sound enthusiastic. While Paris had a wealth of experience working in companies, I had never set foot in an office. I had no idea what it would be like to report to a boss, to work alongside colleagues, or to deal with office politics. "That's great news, Mrs. Katz. I can't wait to get started."But deep down, I was feeling anything but excited."From now on, you should address me as Mother," Mrs. Kartz said, her voice warm and comforting. "You're more than just an employee, you're part of our family. After all, you're married to George." "You can't change a leopard's spots," Sophia sneered. "You might have married George, but you'll always

Paris's POVIt had been a week since I had been forced to flee my home, leaving everything and everyone I loved behind. I had slept on the streets, like a refugee, surviving on scraps and the kindness of strangers. I missed my old life and my family with a longing that was like a physical ache in my chest. But I knew that if I went back, I would only put them in danger. It was better for everyone if they believed I was dead."Get out of my store!" the shop owner yelled, her eyes wide with fear. I could see myself reflected in the shop window - my clothes were dirty and tattered, my hair was unkempt, and my eyes were red and puffy from crying. I must have looked like a madwoman, or a thief, to the shop owner."Please," I begged, "I'm just looking for a job. I'm not a thief." "You're a thief!" she shouted, picking up a stick and brandishing it in my direction. It was a familiar scene - I had been chased away from countless stores and businesses in the past week, all because of the way

Rosa Kart's POVAs we drove home, my phone rang. It was one of the board members, calling to commend Paris's performance during the last meeting. I felt a pang of jealousy and resentment. I had chosen Paris because I thought she was naive and easily controlled. But now, she was proving to be more capable than I had anticipated. She was becoming the Star that Sophia had never been."Take me to the exclusive inn where Oliver and Sophia are staying," I snapped at the driver. My anger was boiling over, and I needed to confront them."Yes, ma'am," the driver replied, making a U-turn and heading in the opposite direction. I sat back in my seat, seething with rage. As the car pulled up to the gate of the estate, the sound of thumping music grew louder. I could feel my frustration building as we neared the source of the noise: Sophia and Oliver's lounge."How long am I going to have to deal with this?" I mumbled under my breath, my patience wearing thin. It was clear that they were not going

Oliver's POVEver since I first laid eyes on Charlotte in our family mansion years ago, I had been smitten. But it wasn't just her beauty that captivated me; it was also the challenge of winning her heart. I knew George had set his sights on her as well, and I was determined to beat him to the punch. I wanted to claim Charlotte as my own, not just because I was attracted to her, but also to show George that I could get what I wanted, even if it meant playing dirty even if she was his then."Take it easy, love," I gasped, as her lips moved skillfully up and down my dick, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I tried to focus on the sensations she was creating, but it was difficult to think of anything but her touch. I had never felt anything like this before, and I was completely at her mercy.She seemed to sense my growing urgency, and she slowed down, taking her time to tease and tantalize me. I could feel my self-control slipping away, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold o