Semua Bab A Forbidden Night With The Enemy: Bab 1 - Bab 7

I stepped out of a black SUV. It was close to midnight, and a drizzle painted the air. I opened my umbrella, inhaling the fresh smell of rain on the asphalt stinging my nose, and headed toward Naomi. Tonight was our graduation gala night, and I was ready to let loose; my whole life has been a script written by my father, Hector Reyes, and today I chose to embrace the spontaneity that life has to offer. Earlier, I graduated at the top of my class in psychology. The honors degree my father had demanded since I spoke my first word. Everyone said I should soar, but I was a hollow shell, a void where joy should be. There was more to life than playing the perfect girl at an expensive family dinner, where everyone pretended to be someone they were not. So, when Naomi talked me into something exciting and reckless, I let her pull me along. "Come on, Reyes," she teased, shoving open the bar's back door. "Tonight, you get to be wild. Doctor Wild." I bit my lower lip in excitement as she

I couldn’t stop thinking about the blackmail text in my dark room. Every image of Darian and me outside the Wolfe Hotel—his hand possessively on my waist, my head tilted towards, with a smile and a vulnerability I now despise—felt like a ticking bomb ready to annihilate the Reyes legacy. My father’s voice echoed in my head, cold and direct: "Maria, reputation is everything, never let it slip; protect it at all costs." My lips felt cold even though the room was warm. "Do as I say, or they go on air." The anonymous demand played over and over in my mind. "Instructions will come." "What do they want?" I didn’t know whether to stay still or freak out. I walked silently on the carpet, my bare feet barely making a sound and my nails digging into my hands. My father, Hector Reyes, hated weakness. He’d get rid of me if he had to. How about Naomi’s fierce loyalty? That's a liability. She’d storm the gates of hell for me, making the scandal three times worse. Only one person sh

Darian Wolfe: I built the Wolfe Hotel Penthouse to tower over the city, a throne of glass and steel where I feel dominant. Below, the lights flicker like the lives I’ve crushed to get here. But deep inside, I am not satisfied, and I won't be until I see the Reyes empire crumble at my feet and witness Hector Reyes become a nobody. Tonight is Maria Reyes' graduation, when she steps out from under her father's shadow and into mine. I will make her my weapon, my masterpiece, and she won't see it coming. For years, I’ve analyzed her life with meticulous attention to every detail. A network of informants—drivers, maids, coffee shop workers—whispers her every move to me. I know she sneaks to the library at twilight to bury her nose in fantasy novels, thinking no one sees. She’s less guarded online, devouring tales of dark antiheroes on obscure forums, her comments overflowing with admiration for men who wield power like a blade and love like a storm. I’ve read every word she’s written, ev

Naomi’s cheerful voice suddenly stopped. She froze in the doorway, eyes wide as she took in the scene: Darian was looming over me, his body close, one hand holding my neck and the other cradling my face. My expression was clearly flushed and tear-streaked, and I had lost my professional composure. Naomi's gaze moved to the red panties clearly visible on the desk beside us. The silence that followed was heavy. Naomi's expression changed from surprise to shock, then to a painful understanding. She realized what it looked like: not a therapy session, but a moment of intense, secret passion. Her mouth opened, then closed, her face growing pale. Darian stood still and kept his gaze locked on mine. A slow, dangerous smirk appeared on his lips, as if Naomi's shocked interruption had perfectly emphasized his point. I felt my world tilt—not with fear this time, but with the terrible certainty that the boundary we had been carefully navigating had just shattered, and the consequences would be