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Selena’s povHis amber eyes seemed to darken for a moment before he stood up. He leaned towards my small frame and as we were just mere inches apart, I could see his features clearly how, Damp strands of hair framed his chiseled face, his cheekbones looked like they were sculpted from marble.As his eyes locked onto mine, I forgot how to breath, forgot how to move, caught in the pull of something I couldn’t explain. It was that same feeling again, the one I strangely couldn’t explain, just like that night.Focus, Serena!I forced myself to glance away, but was still unable to do so as the corners of his mouth tilted into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a predatory smirk.“You’ve got a kink for finding trouble, haven’t you?” His voice dripped with disdain. Before I could reply, my dress caught a frame lying carelessly around, which made me stumble backwards.“Ow!” I winced as a sharp pain shot up to my side. His eyes flicked downward, noting how I cradled my ribs. He

Serena’s POVI stilled, my heart slamming hard against my chest as I wondered how he knew about Dorian and I.Although he didn’t say anything about keeping the fact that we were mates a secret, I didn’t think he would want everyone to find out just like that.“What are you talking about?” I said, attempting to sound calm, although my voice wavered just enough to betray me. Rhett tilted his head, his messy blonde curls catching the sunlight. He had that look on his face, the one that said he knew exactly what buttons to push. “Oh, don’t play coy, Serena. You know exactly what I mean.” “I don’t,” I insisted. “I need to leave now,the…” “Come on, Serena,” he interrupted immediately. “You think I don’t notice things?.” He shoved his hands casually into the pockets of his jeans, his sea-blue eyes sparkling with amusement. I froze, “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” he drawled, leaning closer. His voice dropped just slightly, like he was sharing a juicy secret before straightening up an

Serena’s povI barely had time to catch my breath before Damien scoffed, he crossed his arms as he looked me over like I was some incompetent fool. "You sure you're fit for this job, Serena?" His tone was sharp, holding every bit of seriousness. "If you can’t even walk properly, how are you supposed to take care of anything else?" Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I forced myself to stay composed. He was my employer, I couldn't afford to snap back, no matter how much I wanted to. "The floor was wet," I said evenly as my eyes landed on the bucket and mop which leaned casually against the corner of the staircase. It was clear that someone had been cleaning but left no warning sign.He hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Stop coming up with excuses”. I bit the inside of my cheek. "I am not coming up with excuses, it’s not like you can’t see as well. The wet flour isn’t my job and I didn’t asked you to catch me either. You could have…. ," I paused, realizing I have said too much. “I will be mo

Serena’s povDamien smirked, tightening his grip around my waist as his free hand tilted my chin upwards, his grip firm but not painful. The scent of blood clung to him, thick and suffocating, mingling with the sharp smell of leather. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, smearing blood in its wake. I shivered, my breath coming in shallow gasps. His sea-blue eyes darkened, something unreadable flickering in their depths as he took in the sight of me, lips painted in blood, trapped beneath his touch. A slow smirk curled his lips.“Serena” he murmured, voice rough with something dangerously close to hunger. Before I could react, his mouth was on mine. It was not gentle. It was fire, raw and consuming, his lips claiming me with a force that left no room for refusal. His teeth grazed my lower lip, tugging and demanding. His other hand traced invincible lines on my waist before slipping lower. A jolt of panic shot through me. I gasped against his mouth as I tried to push him away, but

Serena’s povThat evening, as I arrived at the secluded poolside venue, my stomach twisted with unease. The scene before me was far from what I had expected. Rhett’s party wasn’t some casual gathering, it was a private indulgence, exclusive and extravagant. The pool shimmered under the golden glow of lanterns, the water reflecting the silhouettes of the people lounging around it. Champagne bottles popped in the background over the lot music blasting from the stereos.Laughters and flirtatious whispers filled the air, and everywhere I turned, there were beautiful women draped in tiny dresses or nothing but bikinis, draped over Rhett and his friends like living decorations. They were practically throwing themselves at him.My jaw tightened as I spotted Rhett reclining on a poolside lounge chair, a stunning redhead perched on his lap. He was grinning, his dimples flashing, one hand lazily playing with her hair while the other casually traced circles on her bare thigh. Another girl, a b