Semua Bab Forced into his world : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Louise's POVI was hungover from the anniversary dinner Elsa and I had. It was our eighteen-month anniversary, and we'd had a lot to eat and drink. We weren't just celebrating our anniversary; we were also celebrating the launch of our new clothing line, and we were beyond excited. I could tell it was morning already from the smell of the freshly baked bread and fried eggs Elsa was making in the kitchen. I reached out for my phone from the table next to our bedside and saw that I had ten missed calls from my dad. I hadn't heard my phone ring, or I was probably too drunk to notice. "What could be so important that Dad had to call me ten times?" I said out loud, as I was about to call him back.Elsa came into the bedroom with a glass of water and a pill for the hangover. “Good morning, babe, I said. Take this; it'll make you feel better.” She said as she planted a kiss on my forehead. “Thanks, babe,” I said as I swallowed the pill. “I can tell you made breakfast already; it

Tristan’s povI cleared my throat, breaking the moment.Damn. She knew exactly what she was doing, every glance, every word, every sway of her hips. I’d always suspected Charlotte was attracted to me, but I never imagined she’d be bold enough to act on it.And yet, here we were.She stepped closer, slowly, confidently, the corner of her lips curling into a wicked smirk. My breath caught, my heart beating just a little faster.“You always get what you want, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and teasing.I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked with hers. “Only when it’s worth the risk.”There was a charged pause, then she knelt in front of me, deliberate, elegant, unbothered by the line we were both about to cross.She looked up at me with those green eyes and whispered, “Then take what you want.”Heat surged through me. This wasn’t just physical, it was power, temptation, surrender. And as her fingers grazed the edge of my belt, I knew this moment would change everything.The way she

Elsa’s pov Christian cleared his throat and looked down at his plate. “So, uh… how long have you two been together?”Louise didn’t answer immediately. She turned to me. “You want to tell him, babe?”I looked at her. Really looked at her.Her eyes weren’t hard, but they weren’t soft either. They were searching, not for him, but for me. I realized she didn’t bring him here to test me. She already knew the answer.She just wanted to see if I did.“18months,” I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. “We live together.”Christian nodded. “Wow. That’s beautiful. You make a gorgeous couple.”Louise smiled, but there was nothing behind it. “We do, don’t we?”I reached for her hand under the table. She let me take it, cool, still, covered in silver. I squeezed. She didn’t squeeze back.That’s when I felt it fully, the weight of what she wasn’t saying.She was pulling away.And I was still holding on.Louise leaned back in her chair, letting the silence stretch a little too long befor

Louise’s POVThe Day Before the DateWhen the notification lit up my screen, I already knew what it was.“Tristan Pierre liked your photos.”Of course he did.It wasn’t random. It wasn’t innocent. This was acknowledgment. A nod to the fact that I had accidentally liked one of his pictures a few days ago while scrolling too fast on Singram. One from months back, taken in Monaco, him looking like someone who had never known what it meant to be unsure of himself.Another knock on my door pulled me back to reality.“Yes?” I said.“It’s Ms. Agatha,” came the familiar voice. “You have a delivery, Miss Louise.”“Please bring it in” I said Ms Agatha placed the black box on my bed and she left I didn’t even need to open the box to know who it was from.It was too deliberate. Too timed. Too Pierre.Black wrapping, no label, no ribbon. Just a white card tucked into the flap like it had been left casually, but nothing about it was casual. Not this family. Not this situation.I pulled the card f