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"Nyla, please. I do not love her; I wasn't..." Dominic said, his voice breaking through the line from his study in the Varek Mansion. He paused, his breath hitching in a way that made my chest ache despite my anger. "Where are you? I know you are not with your parents. I called your mother, and she said you are not home. Please, Nyla, where are you? Let me come there and explain myself. Please don't do this to us, Nyla." I sat on the cold floor of the Leaf Hotel, my back pressed against the door. The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my own shallow breathing. "There is no 'us', Dominic," I whispered, though I knew it was a lie. "There is only the company, Margaret’s schemes, and the target on our backs. The explosion... Elizabeth... it’s all too much." Before he could respond, my phone beeped. Another call was coming through. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the caller ID. It was my mother. I hadn't spoken to my parents properly since the day Marg

Nyla.I did not know heat could be incredible and tormenting at the same time. The moment Dominic buried himself inside me, I wanted to devour him. Dominic pumped hard and fast, and I could not get enough."Your pussy is hot, Nyla, and so freaking wet and slippery," he said, moaning and growling. I knew my body was betraying every logical thought I had. I should have been thinking about the explosion that had nearly leveled the company headquarters just days ago. I should have been mourning the tragic loss of Elizabeth’s baby, a life snuffed out by a poison that was still a mystery to everyone but the person who poured it. I should have been terrified of Margaret’s regret and Eric’s silent, simmering ambition as he stood by Dominic’s side as a fake ally.But in this room, inside the heavy walls of our private wing at the Varek Mansion, the world had shrunk down to just the two of us.Dominic’s large hands were clamped firmly around my waist. His grip was bruisingly intense, his finger

The air in the Varek Mansion was thick with the scent of cinnamon and the lingering warmth of a night that had finally belonged to us. But the world outside our bedroom door was never silent for long. The rhythmic, demanding thud of Margaret’s fist against the wood shattered the peace we had fought so hard to find, echoing through the high ceilings like a death knell for our temporary sanctuary. Dominic’s body went rigid above me, his muscles coiling with a sudden, predatory tension. He didn't pull away completely; his presence remained a heavy, protective weight, shielding me from the cold reality waiting on the other side of that oak door. His eyes, usually cold and calculating when dealing with the outside world, still held the soft, primal glow of the man who had just held me as if I were the only thing keeping him tethered to his humanity. "What is it?" he asked out of curiosity, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to hum against my skin. There was a sharp edge to hi

Alright, send me the address. I will be there," I said and hung up. The metal of the phone felt cold against my palm, a stark contrast to the heat rising in my chest. We were still standing in the quiet, sterile hallway of the clinic, but the peace of the successful checkup had been shattered. I could still smell the antiseptic, but now it was mixed with the phantom scent of smoke and burnt wires that had haunted me since the day the company exploded. "Where are you going?" Nyla asked me, getting up from the chair. She moved with a cautious, protective grace, her hand resting over the four-month curve of her stomach. The pregnancy was no longer a secret we kept in the dark corners of the mansion; the whole Varek circle knew she was carrying the heir. That knowledge had turned her into the ultimate target for everyone who wanted a piece of my father’s empire. Nyla looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and she saw the predator that had just been awakened by that phone call. "Eric's g

I could not believe how Nyla had managed to get him to talk. I stood back, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, my chest heaving as I watched the scene unfold. I had used every ounce of my physical strength and the dark training of my lineage to break this man, but he had remained a wall of terrified lies. Yet, Nyla had walked into the center of the room and dismantled him with nothing more than a steady gaze and a voice that carried the weight of a woman who had already died once in that explosion.I looked at Eric, and he smiled. It was a strange, unsettling expression to see on my brother’s face—a mixture of genuine respect and a weary kind of relief. For a second, the mask of the jealous son slipped, and I saw the boy I used to grow up with before Margaret’s poison had settled in his ear. Maybe he wasn't trying to make me look like a monster after all. Maybe he was realizing that the explosion in our company was a line even he couldn't cross. In that moment, he wasn't m