Out for blood

Zella Steel grey eyes were staring at me during the dinner. Isaiah had been very quiet, which was odd. He was quiet around others but never around me. The man always had something naughty to say. What made it even more odd was that he hadn't said a word about what happened at the plaza. He should be mad or something along that line. Something was wrong. It was just the two of us, Nina had been sent home after she made dinner. I tried to eat, tried to pretend I didn’t feel his eyes burning holes through my skin. “Isaiah,” I finally whispered, setting my fork down. “You haven’t eaten anything,” His grip tightened around his cutlery before he asked in a cool voice. “Do you know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t come to that plaza today?” Good, this was expected. He would

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

Her revenge

Zella He didn’t come home. The clock on the wall said 8:13 a.m., but it felt like I had been awake for years. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face from last night, the quiet anger and all that pain behind his eyes. Then that mad look. Dad had called sometime in the midnight that he had booked a flight to Atlanta for a trip, but something told me he was running away. I had tried to leave at dawn, I don't know why, I just wanted to be out of the house, but two of his men had blocked the door. “Orders, ma’am,” one of them had said. “We can’t let you out until the boss arrives,” So now, I was trapped. I tried watching the TV, and there was a huge red banner marked Breaking news on the screen. RAPHAEL NEWMAN EMPIRE UNDER FIRE. INVESTORS PULL OUT, STOCK

Last Updated : 2025-12-09

Three against one

Author's POV The line went dead. Isaiah stood there for a brief second, phone still pressed to his ear and his pulse roaring in his head. “What the actual fuck?” “What happened?” Nico asked as he gagged a bleeding and blundering Rafael Newman. The once billionaire looked a sight. His fingers were all snapped, breathing was painful and Isaiah wasn't done with him yet so he was in for a world of endless torture. “She’s in danger.” Isaiah spat, feeling blindsided. He called the guards at the penthouse and both of them weren't picking up. He called the head of security as he stormed out of the bunker, towards his car. After what seemed like forever, while he was speeding down the road, the head of security picked up and he sounded frantic. Isaiah King knew that wasn't good and

Last Updated : 2025-12-10

Breaking point

Zella It was cold. I had been slipping in and out of consciousness. My muscles felt weak, and there was a thick, strong smell of blood. My blood. Nausea hit me, but I was so weak that I couldn't work up the slightest bit of strength to vomit. The ropes were so tight that they were biting into my wrists. Isaiah will find me. He won't if you just sit in here doing nothing, my mind argued, and I tried to open my eyes. They moved from the single bulb swinging from the ceiling to the rusted oil drums in the warehouse. There was someone humming, and I blinked rapidly to see it was Nina. She stood a few feet away with her back to me, doing something on a table - I couldn't see. By the door was Robert. I still couldn't understand why he would help Nina. The pillar I was tied to was qu

Last Updated : 2025-12-10

One week to die

Isaiah Sirens rang around us. The ambulance, the police, but all I could see was her. My princess was hoisted up into a stretcher, her skin marked with welts and her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her hand latched to mine as they wheeled her out of the godforsaken warehouse. “Isaiah,” She croaked. “It's okay, Princess. I'm here,” I'm here where I would have been and this wouldn't have fucking happened. I let myself get blinded by rage and left her alone with a psychopath! After all I had said about making sure she was safe with me, I failed Zella. The thought was agonizing. “Isaiah, we could ride together, I'm sure the medics can handle her,’” Monica called behind me. “I'm not leaving her,” I barked, throwing her a glare. She had called me telling me she knew where N

Last Updated : 2025-12-11

Quick recovery

Zella "He's coming, hide!" Sasha whispered, hurrying towards me. I yanked the blanket higher to cover the laptop on my thighs. “Zee, move! He’s in the hallway,” she urged, and I pushed the laptop deeper beneath the sheets just as the door handle turned. I had spent five days in the hospital, and I was beginning to lose my mind. I was better. No more IVs and the terrible injections that kept me in delirium from the pain over the first two days. My body was healing quite well, and I only felt the bruise in my scalp when someone touched it- So yeah, I was fine. Isaiah wouldn’t let me leave though until every doctor, nurse, and the freaking janitor in this hospital could personally swear I was fine. “How mad will he be if he finds the laptop?” Sasha whispered, and I hushed her.