The American girl.

Luc's POV.“That will be all for today,” I told my secretary, and closed the laptop.She nodded and walked out of the office.As soon as the door closed, I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the heavy tension that had settled in my chest.I still couldn't believe I had sex with a stranger. I can't believe I had a threesome with my stepson.That bastard.He was going to pay for it.I really shouldn't have done that. I should have walked away. But instead, I walked into his trap and got hooked in it.Amaya deserved better. Even though there was nothing between us. There was no relationship between us except for the ones our fathers signed for us.Amaya and I were betrothed as teenagers. She was really beautiful, but I never liked her. I never liked her family.I did everything I could to break the engagement, but Amaya, being her father's daughter, saw through all my plans, and doubled down on the engagement.Well, that did little to stop me because I left home shortly after she declared

The wrong door.

Elara's POV.I was in my room going through a particular recipe that I had spent half my life trying to create when my phone beeped.It was a post alert from a friend of Silas.I thought I had blocked all of them when Silas threw me out and none of them supported me.I wanted to block him right away when curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the notification.It was a picture of Silas and that whore at a yacht party, celebrating some achievement.I scoffed, and despite the tears forming in my eyes, I still scrolled through all the pictures — until my eyes caught one.It was a picture of me.A picture I'd taken a long time ago when we were still in college.I remembered that day vividly because it was the day we celebrated Silas's acceptance into one of the best football clubs in the world.And I remembered how Silas had ignored me for most of the party. I'd left the crowd for a secluded area by the pool, staring deep into the water to reassure myself that Silas still loved m

Cornered.

Elara's POV.My whole body went still.My head screamed at me to do something. But my body had completely forgotten what it was supposed to do. Except my eyes, which did everything except look away.My eyes ran all over his body, taking in every part of his perfect frame.I felt a strange sensation when my eyes landed on his big, sleeping cock.I swallowed hard as my brain started playing and telling me things it shouldn't.It was still big in its sleeping state.Running my mouth down that thing...Fuck it, Elara.“Are you done fucking it with your eyes, or do you want privacy?”My eyes snapped back to him.“W-what?” I whispered.He raised a brow.“Oh, oh. I'm so sorry,” I quickly said, looking away, my hands raised up as a shield. But my eyes didn't agree with my sense of decency. They kept moving back to him.He let out a dark chuckle and shook his head. Then he ran a hand through his wet hair.Get a towel, dude.“What are you doing here?” he asked as he picked up his towel from the

Caged by him.

Elara's POV.I tried to push him away, but every attempt felt like pushing against a thick wall.He laughed, as if he found my discomfort amusing. For someone like him, it was completely normal.“I didn't mean to do that,” I defended. “My hands just clicked on the screen.”“Really?” He grinned. “Your hands just took you to my page and went through all my photos, only to like the two personal ones deliberately taken to show people there were two sides of me.”Evil and cruel.Yeah, they were both lovely sides.I inhaled deeply and looked away.It was obvious I couldn't get him away from me, so I should just ignore him and pray he got bored and let me go.“Your hands really know how to work,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin.I swallowed the lump in my throat as heat passed through me, moving rapidly to parts that shouldn't even be active in this situation.I closed my eyes to try and steady my racing heart. Then I opened them and turned to him, my expression unreadable—I

I want out.

Author's POV.“Gosh, your ring is so beautiful,” Amaya's friend, Ginger, blushed as Amaya waved the huge diamond ring at their faces.“One of a kind,” she beamed. “Luc got it customised. Which means there's only one of this kind in the world.”“I wonder how much it cost,” Marie, another friend, said, leaning forward to check the ring.“Does it matter?” Amaya laughed. “All that matters is that Luc and I would get married very soon.”The two women nodded and took a sip of their tea.“What's in it?” Marie asked, placing the rim of her teacup below her nose. “It smells so good.”“Yeah, we got a new chef,” Amaya revealed. “An American chef.”“American?” Ginger repeated like it was something bitter, her facial expression flicking to disgust. “Why would you get an American chef? Their food is bland. Have you lost your taste buds?”“Be nice, Ginger,” Amaya scolded. “Elara is a young, talented girl and she's good. She cooks well.”“Yeah, some carrot soup,” Marie added.The women laughed.“She'

A war worth starting.

Antoine's POV. “Antoine!”I heard Amaya’s voice before I saw her.She marched into the pool area, her fists clenched and jaw tight. She looked like she was a minute away from exploding.I slowly removed my sunglasses as she walked over.“What is the meaning of what you did?” she glared, placing her hands on her hips. “Do you really want to start a war with me? Are you that desperate?”I didn’t flinch.She was the one who came into my space. Everyone knew better than to disturb me when I was relaxing at the pool. She should know that.Yet, she ignored it, and I’m the problem.I shifted my body on the chair, getting comfortable, and slowly pulled my sunglasses back down over my eyes.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice calm and flat. “Now leave before I make you.”She let out a sharp laugh. “I dare you, Antoine.”As much as I’d like to accept that challenge, it just wasn’t worth hearing Luc’s voice, moaning over the death of his fiancée.I turned my face slight