All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 1: The Promotion.Bella's PoV:I never expected my life to change with a single email.It was a Tuesday morning like any other. I was at my desk on the 18th floor, answering emails and organizing the quarterly reports for Mr. Hargrove, when my inbox pinged with a message from HR.Subject: Promotion – Executive Assistant to the CEO.My heart stopped for a second.I clicked it open and read the short paragraph twice. Effective immediately, I was being transferred to work directly under Damian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. No interview. No warning. Just a new title, a significant pay increase, and instructions to report to the 42nd floor at 9:00 a.m. sharp.I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen.Everyone knew who Damian Blackwood was.Cold. Brilliant. Ruthless. The kind of man who could ruin careers with a single sentence and never lose a night of sleep over it. At thirty-eight, he had built this company from the ground up and ruled it with an iron fist. Peop

Chapter 3: Late Nights.By 7:45 p.m., the executive floor was almost completely empty.Most of the lights had been turned off, leaving only the soft glow from a few desk lamps and the city lights shining through the glass walls. The usual daytime hum of phones, footsteps, and conversations had been replaced by silence. I was the only person left on the entire floor besides Damian.I sat at my desk, finishing the last of the contracts he had asked me to review. My eyes were starting to blur from staring at the screen for so long, but I didn’t want to leave anything incomplete. Damian had made it very clear on my first day that he didn’t tolerate half-finished work.At exactly 8:02 p.m., my internal phone line rang.I picked it up. “Yes, Mr. Blackwood?”His voice came through, low and calm. “Come in.”I took a quiet breath, smoothed down my skirt, and walked into his office.Damian was standing by the window with his back to me, looking out at the glowing Chicago skyline. His jacket w

Chapter 5: The Morning After.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again — the weight of his body between my legs, the way his hand had wrapped around my throat, the deep, rough sound he made when he came inside me. My body still ached in places I wasn’t used to. Between my thighs, I could feel the dull throb of what we had done, and every shift of my legs reminded me of how thoroughly Damian Blackwood had fucked me on his desk just hours ago.By the time my alarm went off at 5:45 a.m., I had already been awake for nearly two hours.I stared at the ceiling of my apartment, my mind spinning. What the hell had I done?I had slept with my boss. Not just slept with him — I had let him bend me over his desk, rip my panties off, and fuck me like he owned me. And the worst part was that I had loved every second of it. I had begged him. I had come harder than I ever had in my life, and now I was lying in my bed replaying it like some kind of addict.I pressed the heels of

Chapter 7: JealousyThe office had settled into its usual rhythm by mid-morning. Phones rang, keyboards clicked, and the low hum of conversations filled the executive floor. I was at my desk, finishing up the final touches on a presentation Damian had asked for when a familiar voice interrupted my focus.“Isabella, right?”I looked up to see Ethan Cole from the Legal department standing in front of my desk, holding a folder. He was in his early thirties, tall, with neatly styled brown hair and an easy smile that made most of the women on this floor blush. He had a reputation for being charming and a little flirtatious, but he was generally harmless.“Yes,” I said, offering a polite smile. “How can I help you?”Ethan leaned slightly against the edge of my desk, not in an aggressive way, but enough to make the interaction feel personal.“I was supposed to drop these contracts off for Mr. Blackwood,” he said, tapping the folder. “But I heard he’s been in back-to-back meetings all morni

Chapter 109: The Breaking Point.I had been avoiding him for three days.After the night we spent at his penthouse, where he held me and told me he wasn’t going anywhere, something inside me started to panic. The feelings were becoming too real, too fast. Every time I looked at him, I felt myself slipping further away from the version of myself that had always stayed in control.So I did what I always did when things felt too overwhelming — I created distance.I stopped lingering in his office after delivering documents. I responded to his texts with short, professional replies. I made excuses to leave the office on time instead of staying late. And when he asked me to come over on Tuesday night, I told him I had plans.I didn’t have plans. I just needed space to breathe.By Thursday afternoon, the tension between us had become thick enough to cut with a knife.Damian had been colder than usual all week — short with his instructions, barely looking at me when he passed my desk, and c