Semua Bab Her Heart in his Empire : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Violet Since I got back on my feet, I have barely touched a single thing in this house because I’m not allowed to. There’s a maid for every chore, my only responsibility, apparently, is to wake up, bathe, and wander around a house so large it feels like a labyrinth designed to swallow me whole. I’m still trying to map out the second floor, there is a third and a fourth. And a basement level that, from what I gather, is off limits to everyone but my husband as if it holds the secrets of his empire. Everything around me screams wealth, loud and cold wealth. The kitchen alone is as big as the entire flat I used to live in. Margaret, the housekeeper, keeps me updated like a loyal assistant, listing off household schedules like I’m some clueless heiress. When I am not bored to death, I bury myself in the in house cinema or float in the second floor pool. There are two pools in this mansion, Two!!. I don’t even want to think about the car collection parked below, each one shinier than th

Violet When Stefan said “family dinner,” I pictured an intimate evening him, his grandmother, his mother, me and a few family members. Quiet and tense maybe, but manageable. What I walked into was nothing of such, the dining room was re- decorated and it stretch endlessly to accommodate this much people, the mahogany shining table , set with crystal glasses and gold-trimmed plates. Thirty people, maybe more, Elegant, cold-faced strangers with piercing eyes that followed me like I was the night’s entertainment. A glittering chandelier overhead bathed everyone in a soft golden light, but nothing about the room felt warm. His grandmother sat at the head of the table like a reigning monarch, stone faced and perfectly poised. Stefan walked calmly to the other end, sat without a word, and gestured for me to take the seat beside him. My heels clicked too loud against the marble floor, and every movement felt like it echoed in judgment. I had barely taken my seat when her voice, laced w

Stefan I still haven’t wrapped my head around it, the fact that Noona invited Rose for dinner without even the courtesy of a telling me, As if her return to Italy wasn't enough of a storm, now she is sitting at my table, in my house, looking like time has only made her more stunning. The woman who shattered my heart into pieces is now here, laughing softly across porcelain plates as if nothing ever happened. And more disturbingly the fact that she walked in tonight looking like the very definition of temptation, like time had made her more beautiful than ever. I am still going to talk to my grandmother, to warn her not to ever bring anyone to my home without asking me first. But even as that thought burned in my chest, my eyes kept stealing glances at Rose across the long table. And then there was Purple, She had excused herself quietly the moment Rose stepped into the room. She didn’t say a word, didn’t throw a fit just left.I told her it was going to be a dramatic evening. She

STEFAN My phone has been buzzing in my pocket. Whoever is on the other end better be calling with a goddamn miracle or I’ll burn down their house with them inside it. Tonight’s not the night to test me, I’m standing in the heart of a dusty, dimly lit warehouse by the docks. Shadows crawl across rusted containers under the flickering glow of overhead lamps. I decided to oversee this drop myself too many glitches in recent deliveries. Someone had been poking holes in my operations, and I’m done watching from a distance. Oliver hands over the duffel bags to the Mexican contact. No words just a silent transaction between Men, I give him the signal to confirm the contents. Then I turn to face their boss Carlos. “Pleasure doing business, as always,” I say, gripping his hand. “I’ll call when the next shipment is ready.” Carlos is an old business partner, With elections heating up in his country, he is stocking up. Weapons, manpower, leverage, everything. This deal had to be face to fac

Stefan I’ve never felt this desperate. The moment I saw her in that sheer, nude colored nightdress the soft fabric clinging to her curves, her nipples straining against it, begging for attention, something inside me snapped. Violet had the kind of body that could undo a man, ruin him, make him crave and crawl and lose every ounce of reason. And I was no exception. My fingers trailed down her thigh, slow and hungry, until I reached her center already soaked, pulsing, aching. She was ready for me, but I wasn’t in a rush. No, I needed to savor her, worship every inch of her sinful body like it was my last chance on earth. I attacked her neck with kisses and nips, marking her not just out of lust, but out of something deeper, darker, Possession. I need the world to know she is mine, I need her to never forget it. Her gasp filled the air when I rip the fabric from her body, too impatient to peel it off slowly. My eyes devoured her. Her breasts were perfection, full and high, the kind