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A CRUEL AWAKENING

A sharp blaring noise cuts through the silence in the bedroom and I jolt awake, pushing up, my heart pounding within my ribs out shock before I stretch out to the small clock on the nightstand and slum it off. It was nine o'clock in the morning. An aching throbbed behind my temples, a hangover from yesterday’s hours of crying on the bathroom floor, and the suffocating psychological warfare I had endured at that hotel. All which I had hoped were nightmares but weren’t.Sighing, a smile stretches on my lips as a rush of victory flooded my veins. I sat up in bed, my smile widening and spreading across my lips and face. For the first time in weeks, the crushing weight on my chest now felt a little lighter. I had done it. I had actually looked that notorious billionaire/ CEO Serge Mr. Sterling dead in the face and I had spat a furious no directly into his arrogant face. I hadn't caved to his demonic twelve month contract. I hadn't let him buy my dignity or regulate my body with

HIS NEW NANNY?

The denim jeans felt stiff and really heavy against my fingertips. I stood frozen in the cramped laundry room, my wide eyes staring at the splattered cluster of brownish red stains trailing along the lower cuffs of Matthew's trousers. Blood. It was undeniably human blood. A sickening wave of blind panic and horror curled through my stomach, making my breath hitch in my throat and my mind started its overflow thinking. Did he get into a bar fight with Leo last night? Was he mugged on his way home from the restaurant? My hands shook so violently I could barely hold the weight of the denim. Is this why he was acting awkward earlier today? I threw the trousers into the washing machine, slamming the lid shut with a loud bang before turning on my heel. I padded out of the laundry room with my bare feet toward the kitchen counter. Where was my phone? I needed to talk to Matthew right now and demand an explanation. Reaching the counter, I pushed myself forward to grab my cell b

A BEAUTIFUL TRAP

Wait. What? The word echoed around my ears, dancing like a loose bullet. Nanny? Serge Sterling had to be kidding , he didn't blackmail me with that video, ship my husband off to some godforsaken training facility upstate, and drag me to his glass tower just to make me change diapers? My mouth opened, but nothing came out. my tongue feeling like a dry piece of wood. I stood frozen in the entryway, fingers gripping the strap of my cheap duffel bag so tightly the canvas was digging into my palm. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to run straight back to the elevator, hit the ground floor, and sprint all the way back to my cramped kitchen. But I couldn't. The weight of Serge's fingers was still burning against my jaw and that image of me naked and pinned against a door was still playing into the back of my eyelids. If I walked out those doors, my marriage was dead by noon. “I... yes. Hello,” I finally managed to choke out. My voice sounded weak, complete

DO NOT FUCK ME!

AVA POV Serge lets out a deep growl against my mouth, his large hands immediately flying out to wrap around my wet waist, lifting me off the floor as he pressed his mouth back into mine with a force that almost shattered whatever sanity I had left in me. The hot water from the shower head was burning against our skins, but I couldn't feel the chill of reality anymore. My fingers clutched desperately at the now damp fabric of his white shirt, tearing at the buttons as I pulled him closer, drowning in the taste of him. It was heavy. Brutal. I didn’t know what was happening to me lately but he seemed to be the only solution. I had this chaotic rush of adrenaline that made my head spin out of control every damn time he was next to me and in these seconds, of us like this, nothing ever mattered to me, not my husband, not Leo or even the burning sensation of my wedding ring on my finger because it all didn't exist. All I knew and needed right now was this bruising pressure

FALING..

I spent ten minutes in front of the bathroom sink, scrubbing off the scent of Serge’s mint and tobacco off my skin, but nothing could wash away that heat of his fingers. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I forced my swollen lips to stay flat as I pulled my damp hair into a loose bun, and threw on a simple grey oversized shirt to hide the pink marks on my neck. Walking down the grand staircase, I almost felt like I was marching toward an execution but when I stepped into the dining room, crispy smell of roasted chicken and garlic hit my nose. My stomach immediately rolled, a sharp wave of leftover nausea hitting the back of my throat, but I forced it down. I couldn't throw up. Not again. .“Oh, Ava! Come, sit down,” Abby’s sweet voice cut through to me. She was already seated at the massive marble table, pouring water into the crystal glasses. Serge was sitting at the head, of course. He had changed into a cotton black t-shirt, looking completely relaxed, as if he hadn

HIS MASKED ESCORT

The morning sun was blinding when I finally opened my eyes, the cold space beside me on the mattress instantly bringing me back to reality. He was gone. The sheets on his side of the bed were completely smoothed out, leaving nothing behind but that faint, lingering scent all over. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, my chest aching. “I can’t control how much I need you, Ava” That whisper from the dark echoed in my head, making my heart do a sickening backflip. Had he actually said it? Or was it just a vivid, desperate hallucination cooked up by my own stressed out brain? I shook my head, forcing myself out of bed before the nausea could hit me again. I couldn't afford to get sick. Not today. After a quick shower, I padded down the quiet hallway, trying not to get lost in the process. I didn't see Abby or the baby anywhere, but the heavy doors to Serge’s home office were slightly ajar. I pushed the door open, trying to look confident. Serge was

TERRITORIES.

AVA POV. The gold doors at the entrance of the hall slammed shut behind us, cutting off the deafening paparazzi from entering, creating some much needed silence but still the silence inside did nothing to calm the panic building up in me. The air conditioned air of the grand foyer hit my face, cold and welcoming but I could almost barely breathe, my lungs burned. Every cell in my body screamed at me to rip off this gown or tear off the lace mask from my face, and run for the hills until my feet bled. Matthew. He was here. He was standing right outside those doors. His absence had left me feeling confused yet here he was wearing that uniform of Sterling security team, here to protect I and the man who currently owned me. My heart crushed against my ribs to the point that made my head spin. Serge walked around, pulling me along with him everywhere he paused. "You're shaking, Ava." Serge’s deep voice whispered against my ear, snapping me back to reality. His

COLLATERAL DAMAGE.

AVA POV As soon as the VIP green room door closed shut behind us, cutting off any noise of the ballroom, I snapped. Remembering the look of shock on Matthews’ face just made the internal panic and anxiety in me finally break loose from my chest and throughout my body. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed tears bursting past my mascaraed eyelashes and down my face as I aggressively pulled my arm out of his grip. "You humiliated him! You barked into the microphone in front of hundreds of people just for catching me! He is my husband, Serge!” “You set this whole thing up just to destroy us, didn't you? You brought him back from upstate early for this event just to torture me!" "I didn't set a damn thing up, woman!" Serge barked back, his deep voice booming through the walls of the small room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out my silver wedding band, tossing it carelessly onto the mahogany table. "Stop acting like I mapped out my entire gala arou

TWO MASTERS

AVA POV. My mind got stuck as I looked into Matthew’s eyes. Trying to say something but nothing at the same time. Inside, I could feel myself breaking piece by piece, into a million tiny bits of shame, resentment regret, but amidst my havoc, I felt rage coating every cell of my body, every tissue on my bones. Because, as I looked at my husband, I couldn’t help but compare him to the demon I left upstairs, Matthew was my husband, the man I had built a life with, the steady sweet love that was supposed to be my anchor but there was Serge too now, a man who had fully derailed my entire existence, a man who was suddenly starting to say all the wrong words I wanted to hear, even if his cruel actions never matched his words, he was a demon by nature but I wanted succumb in submission for him, to suffer from his fury to become his Lilith and him mine. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice to steady as i spun out the only lie that could save us both tonight. ."Ma

A PROPERTY OF HIS.

AVA POV. An annoying persistent buzzing beside me caused my eyes to slowly flatter open. My hand slowly stretched out to the nightstand as i tried to turn the noise off but it persisted. Sunlight was filtering through the bedroom curtains and judging from the empty side of the bed, i knew Matthew had already slipped out. After a few minutes of self motivation, I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up my phone but immediately regretted why I did when the screen unlocked. Thirty seven missed calls. All from an unlisted number but i knew better than t wonder whose it was. How did Serge even get my number. We never talked on phone before. Taking a deep breathe, I let my thumb hover over the voicemail icon but against my better judgment and the throbbing ache in my chest, i pressed play. “Ava, where are you! We need to go.” “Ava,am not playing fucking games get the fuck back to me.” I huffed in annoyance before playing the third one. “Did Matthew

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