All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Lovia : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I waited for about 5 minutes, letting the silence that followed after what he said die down.The knock had barely faded when I unlatched the door, and there he was—Shane.Disheveled, jaw clenched, black hoodie slung over his broad shoulders, eyes blazing with something dangerously close to desperation.He didn’t say a word, he just exhaled sharply after finally seeing my face and surged forward and kissed me.His hands tangled into my hair, his breath hot and broken against my lips. It wasn’t just lust—it was anger, fear, longing, all crashing into that single kiss like a storm at sea.I staggered backward, letting the door slam shut behind him as he pressed me against the wall, lips still crashing into mine like he was trying to make sense of the madness boiling inside him.“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, forehead resting against mine, his voice rough and low. “You have no fucking idea what last night did to me.” he added.I didn’t reply..I was not expecting him to show up like that

It had just hit midnight.I was curled up on my couch in silk shorts and a loose tee, legs crossed, phone in hand, sipping wine while watching news reruns of Alejandro’s empire continuing to drown.Clarissa was still in hiding. Her family was off social media. Alejandro was being eaten alive by finance blogs. It was all coming together like poetry.Then my phone buzzed. From no other than Ezekiel. I swiped the notification bar to see the message. It says.."Can you come over? I need your advice on something. It’s important."No emoji. No flirty tone. Just that rare sharpness he used when he was being… serious. That's kinda unexpected. I stared at the screen for a beat, then stood and tossed the wine aside.Ten minutes later, I was in my car, black trench coat thrown over a deep burgundy satin dress. No bra. Just perfume, attitude, and red lipstick.I drove for about 5 minutes before getting to Ezekiel's penthouse.The elevator opened to soft jazz, dim lighting, and Ezekiel standing b

The next day.The sun was hidden behind an overcast veil as I made my way through the quiet, narrow street just outside the city. It felt like a different world—the kind where secrets didn’t whisper, they screamed.The tarot shop was tucked between a vintage book café and an abandoned record store. A carved wooden sign swung gently above the door:"Madame Circe – Tarot, Prophecy, and the Truth You Don’t Want to Hear."Dramatic much? Perfect….It seems Madame Circe is really up to something.I stepped inside, heels clicking on creaky floorboards. The air smelled of incense, cardamom, and danger. Heavy velvet drapes lined the room, and in the center sat a woman cloaked in purple and silver, her long white braids wrapped like vines across her shoulder.“Miss Lovia Diaz,” she said before I even introduced myself. Her accent was thick, Eastern European, and somehow ancient.“You’ve kept me up all night,” she added, gesturing for me to sit across the table from her.I raised a brow. “I ha

The air was thick with dread as I stepped out of the car.No bodyguards. No backup. No heels. Just me—in combat boots and a leather trench, hair pulled back like I was ready for war.I had told Ezekiel I needed time to think. Told Shane to leave me alone. But the Truth is? I wanted this.Whatever this mysterious threat was—it was time to end the guessing.I didn't want to go alone at first but I had no choice. This Mysterious person seems to know more about me than I think. They sent the location to me last night after leaving Ezekiel's penthouse.I drove almost 3 hours before reaching there.The location was an abandoned art gallery on the city’s forgotten side. The walls were crumbling and the air was filled with silence.The scent of mildew mixed with dust and the distant echo of betrayal.“Hello?“ I yelled as I reached the door step.The front door creaked open as I stepped inside. My heart didn’t pound. It whispered: Finally.A soft clapping echoed from the shadows.“Well, well… I

Shane was really determined to take care of me…he didn't wasn't to leave.Not even when I tridd convincing him that I was find and I could clean myself up.He just stood there staring at me like, what the hell…I'm the doctor here and I'm the one supposed to treat you.I can't blame him that much because I could actually be stubborn sometimes and he knows.He just stood there, arms crossed, face unreadable.“I’m staying,” he said simply, like it was non-negotiable. And honestly? I didn’t have the energy to fight him.“Fine,” I muttered, brushing past him toward the bathroom. “But if you're staying, you’re playing nurse.”His lips twitched. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” he replied.He followed me in silence, grabbing the first-aid kit from the hallway closet like he already knew where everything was. Typical Shane—he memorized my space like it was his.I sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching him as he knelt in front of me and set the kit down.His fingers were steady as he gently unzi