All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Lovia : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Dress to kill

By the time I left the restaurant, the weight of polite smiles had settled in my jaw. Every curve of my lips in that meeting had been calculated — not too warm and too cold,but just enough to make Alejandro believe I was harmless and Clarissa believe she had won me over. The YBA circle were predators, and predators always underestimated pretty prey.I drove home in silence, the city lights streaking past my tinted windows. The fur coat draped over my shoulders felt heavier now, not from the mink, but from the layers of meaning stitched into it. The meeting went well just as expected, and on Saturday I'll meet the whole team.“Well done.. Lovia Diaz.“ I muttered under my breath, staring at my reflection through the review mirror.My ride home was peaceful and calm and took me just 3 minutes to get to my apartment.When I pushed my apartment door open, I wasn’t expecting to see a tall, broad-shouldered shadow leaning casually against my kitchen counter like he owned the place.“Shan

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

His favorite Addiction

The rain had already begun by the time Shane closed the curtains, the low hum of the city muffled into a distant, steady hiss. The suite was warm, scented faintly of expensive cologne and the lingering trace of my perfume. I sat curled in the armchair by the coffee table, still in the ridiculous wig from earlier, makeup smudged from a long day of pretending to be someone else.Shane’s eyes followed me from the desk where he was setting down his laptop, his gaze a strange mix of amusement and something much darker—focus, calculation.“So…” He pulled off his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, the fabric clinging to the muscle in his forearms. “Are you finally going to tell me how the hell you plan to charm an entire den of wolves without them tearing you apart?”I smiled faintly, sipping my wine, letting the stem of the glass twirl between my fingers. “Charm is my second nature. Wolves tend to sniff at it, but they don’t bite if you smell like money.” I muttred, voice

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Morning Desire before Duty

The city was still stretching itself awake when I padded out of the bedroom, barefoot, wearing one of Shane’s button-up shirts that drowned my frame but did nothing to hide the fact I was naked underneath. The air smelled like expensive coffee and something darker—his cologne, clinging to the fabric, clinging to me.Shane stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled to the elbows, coffee mug in one hand and his phone in the other. The first rays of sunlight spilled over him, gilding the edges of his jawline. He looked annoyingly perfect for someone who hadn’t even shaved yet.“Marco wants to meet at ten,” he said without looking up, scrolling through something. “He’ll bring the rest of the board. No surprises, except…” His eyes finally lifted to me, slow and deliberate, “…he wants you to come prepared with a counter-offer.”I smirked and leaned on the counter, letting the hem of his shirt ride up my thighs. “You sound tense.” I muttered.He took a sip of coffee, gaze lingering on m

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Wrong kind of meeting

Lovia’s POVThe sleek black car purred to a stop outside Marco’s glass tower, its mirrored surface catching the last of the morning sun. I smoothed down Shane’s shirt under my tailored blazer, lips still swollen from his kisses, thighs aching from his brutal reminder of what belonged to him.Shane had stayed behind. He wanted me to face Marco alone, to test the waters and to see what cards he thought he held. I walked into the building with the kind of confidence that wasn’t borrowed — it was bred.The receptionist, polished and plastic, gave me the kind of smile that was all teeth and no warmth. “Mr. DeLuca is waiting for you, Miss Pierce. Top floor.” she said.I nodded, heels clicking against the marble as I stepped into the elevator. My reflection stared back at me in the mirrored walls: perfect hair, perfect lipstick and a perfect mask underneath. Though, my mind was sharp and restless.When the elevator chimed, the hall was quiet. Too quiet for my liking, it was as if nobody wor

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Moans of victory

The moment the sleek black door of Shane’s penthouse closed behind me, I exhaled, letting the tension from Marco’s office seep out of me like smoke. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode to the living room, the photos and videos still burning in my mind.Shane appeared almost immediately, emerging from the kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand, eyes sharp, sensing my storm before I even spoke.“Well?” His voice was calm, controlled, but I could feel the undercurrent of anticipation.I tossed my blazer onto the back of the couch, letting my tailored shirt fall loosely over my hips. “Oh, Shane…” I said, letting the words linger like velvet. “You should’ve seen him. Marco, all his perfect control, undone in front of me.”Shane’s eyes narrowed, following my every move as I stepped closer, letting the faint smirk play across my lips. “Undone?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous.I pulled out my phone, showing him the photos. “And this…” I tapped the screen, the images

Last Updated : 2025-08-24

The grande meeting

The location of the YBA secret meeting place came at midnight. And so the very next morning, I didn't even wait for Shane to wake up. I decided to do everything myself.Finally, karma has began working on my behalf. What will be greater than sitting in the mist of your enemies and listening to them plot against you.I put on my heavy makeup that makes me look older in age, put on some old women outfits and set off to the YBA meeting.The underground chamber smelled faintly of damp concrete and expensive leather when I reached there.Shadows clung to the corners, shifting as the council members moved, their polished shoes echoing against the stone floor. I remained pressed against the wall, the folds of Evelyn Pierce’s gray blazer masking the younger, sharper curves of Lovia beneath. No one dared glance in my direction, yet every word that slipped from their lips felt like a blade slicing through the veil of deception I had created.Alejandro sat at the head of the semicircle, his po

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

Brunch of betrayal

The morning after the YBA meeting, I woke with the taste of ash and fire still on my tongue.Not literal ash—though my lungs felt burned from holding back laughter last night when Alejandro so confidently declared my destruction.But the kind of ash that comes from standing too close to flames and surviving. It clung to me, settled in the fine cracks of my skin, and reminded me that I wasn’t done yet.My apartment was still dim, curtains pulled tight against the blinding sun. A single candle flickered on my nightstand, stubbornly fighting the daylight. I stared at it as I lay in bed, wondering how long I could keep pretending to be two women at once—Lovia Diaz, the enemy they plotted to kill, and Evelyn Pierce, the frail woman who could walk in their chambers unnoticed.It wasn’t guilt that kept me awake, no. It was calculation. Alejandro thought he had all the answers, thought he knew my patterns, my weaknesses, even my arrogance. But he forgot the simplest truth: I had already rein

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

Dinner and Seduction

By the time I reached home, the sky was already melting into indigo, streaked with faint crimson like blood brushed across velvet. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor of the apartment as I unlocked the door and slipped inside.The lights were on, which was strange because I always left them off. “Where the hell have you been?”The voice came low, edged with restrained fury, from the living room.I froze in the doorway. It was Shane, seated casually on the couch, one arm sprawled across the backrest, but his eyes burned with sharp, cutting intensity.He’d been waiting, and not just for a while. By the look of him—hair tousled like he’d raked his fingers through it too many times, jaw shadowed with stubble, shirt unbuttoned at the collar—he’d been pacing, restless, until finally giving in to wait for me like a predator ready to pounce.I forced a calm smile, slipping off Evelyn Pierce’s heavy coat and wig, setting them neatly on the stand by the door. “You’re home early.”

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

His Lustful claim

The second our lips parted, I barely had time to catch my breath before Shane’s hands were everywhere, claiming, exploring, devouring.He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the edge of the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, heels digging into his back, hips grinding against him as he crushed me to him with possessive force.“Lovia…” he groaned, his voice thick, rough, needy. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you since you walked in that door.”I tilted my head back, letting my lips brush his neck, biting gently, tasting and marking before replying with a whisper, “Then don’t wait any longer, Shane.”That did it.His fingers hooked under my blouse, lifting it over my head in one swift motion. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me bare to him. I shivered, the cool air kissing my heated skin, but he didn’t hesitate. His hands trailed over my bare torso, nails raking lightly across my ribs, sending sparks of pleasure crawling down my spine.

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

The Party Bait

The night gleamed like sin wrapped in gold.From the outside, the YBA Charity Gala was everything the press dreamed of—crystal chandeliers, designer gowns and champagne towers that sparkled under flashing lights. But I knew better. The laughter, the camera clicks, the murmurs of deals made and lives destroyed—this was no celebration.This was a trap, for nobody else but me. Alejandro had said earlier on, that he'll use this event as an opportunity to finally get hold of me. And as a cheerful and generous person, I decided to make his dream come true. I took the bait, not as Lovia Diaz but as Evelyn Pierce.I arrived early, just to make an impression. Evelyn Pierce—forty-nine, widow, philanthropist and a business investor. My identity was flawless; down to the faint touch of age makeup that softened my features and the snowy-blonde wig styled in soft curls that grazed my fur collar. A deep crimson dress hugged my body, sophisticated yet sensual—one that demanded attention but offe

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

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