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The New Rule

As soon as we arrived back at Alexander’s estate, the air between us remained thick with tension. The ride had been silent, his presence annoying and his cold demeanor unwavering. Now, standing in the grand entryway of his home, I felt like an intruder in my own life, like I didn’t belong anywhere.I barely had time to process before Alexander’s voice cut through the silence."Go clean yourself up," he ordered, shrugging off his coat. "You look like shit"I flinched at his words but didn't argue. I was too exhausted to fight, too drained to let my anger take over again. Instead, I turned and made my way up the winding staircase to the room I’d been forced to call mine.Once inside, I locked the door and exhaled shakily, leaning against the wood for support. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. My chest felt tight and my breath shallow. I needed to calm down, I needed to feel like myself again.I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, splashing cold water o

School Time

EMMA'S POVThe next morning came too soon.Sunlight sliced through the heavy curtains like it had a personal grudge against me. I woke up with a dull headache, mouth dry, body heavy from crying myself to sleep. For a second I forgot where I was, then the scent of expensive linen and the faint trace of Alexander’s cologne on the pillow reminded me. Right. Prison disguised as a mansion.I dragged myself out of bed, showered quickly, and pulled on the new outfit that had been laid out for me the night before, fully ironed like I was a princess. When I stepped into the hallway, one of the maids, Lily, I think was already waiting with a tray.“Good morning, Miss Emma,” she said softly, eyes lowered. “Breakfast is ready downstairs.”I stared at the tray: fresh croissants, fruit, yogurt and coffee. Everything perfect. Everything arranged like I was some fragile princess who needed pampering.“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, brushing past her.She flinched like I’d slapped her. “Mr. Alexander s

Went

A week.Seven days of the same suffocating routine, and somehow it felt longer than the entire month before it.Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing.The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of retaliation for refusing to follow his ridiculous demand. But instead, there was nothing. Just silence.I hadn’t seen him since that last conversation in the dining room, No taunts, no orders, no lingering presence reminding me that I was trapped in his world. It was almost as if he had forgotten about me entirely.The first few days, I waited, half-expecting him to storm in, demanding I fall in line but he didn't and I was happy. I also didn't want to see him.Part of me was relieved.The bigger part was… unsettled.The house felt even emptier without him in itI needed answers.I needed to know why he’d vanishedSchool became the only place I could breathe.Sarah and Mia hovered like body

So Handsome and Different

The moment Marco dropped me off back at home , I didn’t bother going upstairs to my room. I walked straight through the foyer, past the stupidly grand staircase, and into the kitchen like I owned the place.The wide marble island was spotless, as always. A bowl of fruit sat in the center like some magazine photo, apples glossy, oranges bright, everything arranged with precision. I grabbed the nearest apple, the skin cool and smooth against my palm, and turned to leave.“Ohhh… you’re back,” Lily’s soft voice came from the pantry doorway, startling me hard enough that I nearly dropped the fruit.“Yeah,” I muttered, already halfway to the hall.She stepped forward, wiping her hands on the crisp white apron. “What should I cook for you today?”, She asked.“Anything.” I shrugged, shoulders tight. She seemed unbothered by my sarcasm, offering a faint smile. “You know you can just tell me, you haven’t eaten any of my breakfasts. Not once.” She spoke. “Is my cooking bad?” Her brows pinched,

Forbidden desire for him

When they came back into view, Alexander’s eyes finally landed on me.He halted mid-step, his entire body going rigid. A frown appeared on his forehead immediately, his brows knitting together in a way that made my stomach twist.Uh oh. He’s mad, isn’t he? I think he is.His gaze locked onto me, the same way it always did, like I was some strange, foreign creature that didn’t belong in his world. Like my very presence was an offense.A sharp whistle cut through the silence, dragging my attention away.Behind Alexander, another man stood, watching me with open interest. He looked to be in his early twenties, with tousled black hair, piercing green eyes, and a smirk that hinted at trouble.His gaze flicked over me, slow and assessing, lingering far too long on my bare legs. I stiffened under the scrutiny, suddenly aware of my knee-length skirt and the way his eyes darkened slightly in appreciation.A muscle in Alexander’s jaw twitched.Alexander put his hands in his pockets and strolled

Teasing Her

"Get the fuck off my chair right now", Alexander spoke finally.I opened my mouth to fire back, something sharp, something that would remind him I wasn’t his pet but the words died on my tongue like ash.How can this happen to me?How can words betray a girl whose life has been built on defiance, on certainty, on knowing exactly who she is?Noticing that I was speechless, Alexander chuckled, a deep, rich sound that rippled through the room. It slid over my skin, curled into my chest, and God help me, it traveled lower, twisting in my stomach. A sharp, shameful throb pulsed between my thighs instantly and I clenched them together so hard my muscles ached, panic clawing up my spine.No. No. This isn’t happening.My body was reacting differently. Wet and ready for him. And I hated it. Hated myself more than I’d ever hated anything. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. I’d kissed men, dated men, fucked men. I knew what desire felt like. This wasn’t desire.This was wrong.This was betrayal to

Avoiding Temptations

ALEXANDER’S POVThere were only two things in the world that I was afraid of.Any threat to the safety of the ones I love and addiction.This was why I had been avoiding temptation back at home. I stayed away for a week because of her.Emma.A constant thorn in my side. Stubborn to the core, defiant even when she had nothing to gain from it. It was almost impressive, the way he refused to bow, even when his entire life depended on it.But I had learned long ago not to let my temper get the best of me. Let her rebel. Let her act out. I would not give her the satisfaction of a reaction.Which was why I ignored her this all week when she refused to get up and go to school in the right time.I had given her clear instructions. She was to wake at dawn, prepare herself, eat breakfast and go to school. Instead, she remained in bed, unmoving, deciding to starve herself to death as my rules weren’t clear.As if she didn't fear me.If Emma thought I would drag her out of bed like some unruly ch

Seeing his dick

EMMA’S POVI woke with a start, heart slamming against my ribs. The dream dissolved the second my eyes opened, something dark, tangled and forbidden but the heavy ache in my chest refused to leave. I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling shakily, then swung my legs over the side of the bed.The house was silent. Too silent because it was still dawn.I tugged on an oversized hoodie, the hem brushing my bare thighs, and padded barefoot down the hallway. The wooden floors were cold against my soles but I went on with walking.Alexander wasn’t in the living room. That was the first thing I registered as I moved my eyes around.I dropped the library novel onto the kitchen island with a soft thud and glanced around more. My breakfast sat covered on the counter, same as every morning but the maid was gone. No footsteps. No sarcastic commentary drifting from another room.There was total quietness and peace in the room but surprisingly it was still unsettling to me.I turned away from the foo

Fully Naked In front Of Her

I stopped mid-step, already hating myself for turning back. He stood there in nothing but that damn towel again, arms crossed over his bare chest, dark eyes locked on me like I was a puzzle he was deciding whether to solve or crush.“What now?” I crossed my arms, trying to look bigger than I felt.“First: there’s a charity gala tonight at the Meridian. You’re coming with me.” “No. I’m not.” I stared at him coldly. His gaze narrowed, the barest flicker of irritation crossing his features. “You don’t have a choice.”I let out a short, bitter laugh. “I always have a choice. And I’m choosing not to play happy family with you in front of a room full of strangers.”His jaw tightened at my words and he took one quick step forward. The air shifted, immediately. “This isn’t optional, Emma. My father and your mother won’t be around so we have to go. The board will be there. Investors. Reporters. Everyone who matters to the empire expects the perfect family image tonight and that includes you.

Flirting With Different Men

EMMA’S POVWe didn’t speak for the rest of the drive to the Meridian Hotel.I stared out the tinted window, watching the city lights streak past in cold silver lines. My mind had gone deliberately blank, anything to avoid thinking about the night ahead, about standing next to him while strangers smiled and lied through their teeth. About pretending we were anything other than what we were.Forced, forbidden and wrong.My body, though, refused to cooperate. Every mile closer to the gala tightened the knot in my stomach until it felt like a fist. My thighs pressed together under the black satin gown; the low back left too much skin exposed to the cool air conditioning, and every shift of fabric reminded me how bare I felt. How watched I already was.Alexander sat beside me in perfect stillness, legs crossed, one hand resting casually on his knee, the other scrolling through emails on his phone. Unfazed and untouchable, like the evening was already scripted and he’d written every line.I

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