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41: Wrecked By Him

Swallowing, Maria stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the cold floor.Luca’s eyes tracked every movement, burning her from the inside out.And then she was there, standing between his legs, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.He didn’t move. Didn’t reach for her.No—he was going to make her do this. Make her surrender.Maria exhaled softly, placing her hands on his broad shoulders. She could feel the tension in him, the barely leashed restraint beneath her fingers.Then, slowly, she swung one leg over him, straddling his lap.Luca let out a low growl, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles went white. "That’s my girl."Maria smiled—just a little, just enough to remind herself that even though she had lost, she still had some control.And then she started moving.Slowly. Sinfully.She rolled her hips against him, her body moving like liqu

42: Overdrive

Their honeymoon officially began after two nights at the villa, but instead of staying in tropical paradise, Luca had something else planned.That morning, he led her onto the private jet, all he said was, “You’ll see.”The flight was smooth, but Maria noticed the temperature dropping steadily the closer they got to their destination. When they finally landed, she stepped out of the jet and into a completely different world.Snow. Everywhere.Thick layers of white blanketed the landscape, stretching as far as the eye could see. Towering pine trees, heavy with frost, lined the private runway, their tips dusted in silver beneath the pale afternoon sun. The air was crisp, the kind that bit at her skin and turned every breath into a cloud.A stark contrast to the golden heat of Hayport.Maria shivered involuntarily, pulling her coat closer around her. Luca, on the other hand, seemed entirely unaffected.He grinned at her reaction, sliding a warm hand to the small of her back. “Cold?”Mari

43: Unrestrained

With a sharp exhale, he hit the auto-drive button on the dashboard.The female computer system chirped in a robotic voice: "Auto-drive engaged. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle."Luca wasted no time.His hands gripped Maria’s arms, pulling her up until she was straddling him.Maria gasped as he yanked up her dress, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her open over him.His fingers dragged down from her breast, tracing her ribs, her stomach, before slipping beneath the bunched fabric of her dress. The moment his knuckles brushed over her soaked core, he went still.No underwear.“Fuck.” His voice was pure gravel, low and sharp, a razor against the heated air between them. “No panties? You’ve been sitting next to me like this all night?”Maria swallowed, her lips parting, but she didn’t get a chance to respond.Luca’s fingers slid between her folds, finding her drenched, slick, ready. His cock throbbed painfully just above her heat.“You’re soaking,” he murmured darkly, hi

44: Ghostly Torment

The fire crackled in the hearth, filling the cozy cabin with a soft golden glow. Snow piled against the windows, muffling the world outside in an icy embrace. The air was thick with warmth and the lingering scent of Maria’s shampoo as she lay curled up beneath the heavy covers, a palm resting on her stomach. Her breathing was steady, peaceful.Luca sat at the edge of the bed, his phone pressed against his ear as he listened to the voice on the other end. His other hand rubbed at the slight ache in his temple."And you're sure he's still scrambling?" Luca murmured, voice barely above a whisper."Positive," came the reply. "Edwards is losing everything, piece by piece. Just like you planned."A slow, satisfied smirk curled at Luca's lips."Good. He doesn’t deserve a single cent, not after what he did to her." His eyes flickered to Maria, still asleep. His smirk faded into something softer. "I promised her I'd take everything from him first before I killed him."There was a pause on the

45: The Tension That Always Existed

It was the fourth day of their honeymoon, but they had barely stepped outside. Maria was exhausted most of the time, constantly drowsy or nauseous, and Luca didn’t mind in the slightest. He preferred having her in bed, tucked under the thick blankets of the warm cabin, safe and within reach.The doctor had confirmed she was four weeks pregnant, and since then, Luca had become utterly obsessed with Maria’s well-being—more than usual, which was saying a lot. He wouldn’t even let her carry a water bottle on her own.Now, Maria lay curled on her side, half-asleep, while Luca propped himself up on one elbow, staring at her stomach like it held the secrets of the universe. His large palm rested protectively over her belly, and Maria, with her eyes barely open, muttered, “You’re obsessing over me.”Luca scoffed. “You act like it’s new. I’ve always been obsessed with you.”Maria chuckled sleepily, rubbing at her fac

46: The Underground Chamber

The underground chamber was colder than it should have been, the walls thick with age and reinforced with layers of security that no one would dare breach. The room itself was decadence woven into power—an unsettling mix of old money and ruthless efficiency. The chandelier hanging above the long mahogany table wasn’t made of crystal or glass but of bones—fossilized fragments of creatures long extinct.Twelve men sat around the table, their expressions carved from stone. These weren’t politicians who played at power in the public eye. No, these were the architects of the world’s balance, the men whose hands turned the unseen gears that dictated the rise and fall of markets, governments, and even history itself.At the head of the table sat the Scar-Faced Man.His left cheek bore three jagged scars, twisting the flesh as if melted by fire. His left eye was milky, clouded over by an old injury, but his right was keen, calculating

47: The Tides Of Power

"Tragedy strikes the business and scientific community today as renowned researcher and entrepreneur Orien De Link was killed in what authorities are calling a horrific accident."The news anchor, a perfectly poised woman with icy blonde hair, delivered the report with carefully rehearsed concern. Behind her, a looping video of the mangled remains of a sleek black vehicle flashed on the screen. The front end was crushed beyond recognition, the windshield reduced to jagged fragments. Emergency responders swarmed the scene, but it was clear—Orien had never stood a chance."According to preliminary reports, Orien’s car suffered an unexpected brake failure while he was en route to a private meeting. Witnesses say the vehicle veered off the highway, colliding head-on with a retaining wall. Despite immediate response efforts, he was pronounced dead at the scene. Authorities have yet to release an official statement regarding foul play, though speculation continues to grow given Orien’s ext

48: Power Moves

The hum of the private jet was a low, steady purr as it cut through the sky, carrying them back to Hay Port. The honeymoon was officially over, though Maria had been the one to end it early. She hadn’t seen the point of dragging it out—she was pregnant, and all she’d done was spend her time in bed, too tired to do much else. If that was the case, she might as well get back to work before she became too heavy to move around. Gina sat across from them, typing away on her tablet, her sharp eyes focused on whatever report she was compiling. She was dressed in a sleek, navy-blue jumpsuit that hugged her figure, paired with black ankle boots. A silver watch adorned her wrist, catching the light every time she flicked through her notes. Her bobbed hair, jet black and perfectly styled, barely moved as she worked, her posture straight and unwavering. Maria was curled up in Luca’s arms, tucked against his chest as his lips brushed over her hair. His warmth seeped into her, grounding her

49: The Price Of Loyalty

Maria leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming lightly against the smooth glass surface of her desk. The weight of responsibility never truly left her shoulders, but today, it pressed down a little heavier. She needed two assistants—one to help with A√ancii, and another to help her manage the HR division of SpitFire Technologies. Both roles were equally demanding, requiring people who were sharp, efficient, and, above all, trustworthy.She exhaled, tilting her head slightly as she thought about everything she had already accomplished. The SpitFire penthouse was her idea—one of the first major changes she had implemented as CHRO. Housing in Hay Port was expensive, and she had seen firsthand how employees struggled to keep up with rent while working long hours. Some lived far from the headquarters, and their daily commute often resulted in tardiness, exhaustion, and reduced productivity. It had been a problem no one had taken seriously, but Maria had.The penthouse changed everyth

50: The Firestorm

Maria sat frozen in the hospital hallway, her fingers trembling as she stared at her hands. Gina’s blood had dried in streaks across her palms, dark and crusted against her skin. No matter how many times she wiped them against her skirt, the sensation wouldn’t leave.The scent of antiseptic filled her nose, but beneath it, she could still smell the metallic tang of blood. It clung to her, to her clothes, to her skin.She had never felt so helpless.The bright fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly, the only sound in the eerily quiet corridor. Nurses moved in and out of rooms, their voices hushed, their steps careful. The world continued around her, but Maria felt stuck in place, unable to breathe, unable to move.Gina was in surgery.She had been rushed into the emergency operating room almost the moment they arrived, doctors and nurses working frantically to stabilize her before she was wheeled away. Maria had barely caught a glimpse of her face—pale, lifeless, her body unnatur

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