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Her trust, my undoing

(18+ Mature Content)(Adrian’s P.O.V.)Letting my lips brush the shell of her ear, I lean close. My hand traces her side slowly, sending shivers through her.“You want to take charge, baby?” I whisper, voice low, teasing, a smirk tugging at my lips. My gaze locks on hers, daring her to answer as every inch of my body presses just a little closer.“Mmm…” she breathes softly, her tone dripping with desire as her arms curl around me.Holding her close, I let her sit onto my lap. My lips linger against her chest, tasting her peachy nipples with slow devotion. My hands guide her closer, helping her move with me until we are completely entwined.Jenny presses her forehead to mine, her breath quick and uneven. Her fingers clutch the back of my neck as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she loosens her grip even for a second. Her lips tremble inches from mine. Shimmering with desperate emotion, her eyes grow wide.“Adrian…” she whispers, her voice breaking against my skin. “I can't live withou

The Hour Before the Storm

(18+ Mature Content)My hands trace the curve of her back. I draw her closer until our bodies move in the same quiet rhythm, shaped by trust and need. She presses her forehead to mine, the warmth between us saying what neither of us dares yet to speak. “This shouldn’t end,” she whispers, her voice trembling around the confession.Moving inside her slowly, I claim her with a certainty that anchors me. “I don’t want it to,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”Her soft moan answers me, her body tightening around mine, pulling me even closer.The pace builds, not rushed, but driven, two people holding on as if the world outside doesn’t exist. Her breath breaks against my shoulder; her fingers dig into my back as pleasure overtakes her. I follow her into the collapse, both of us unraveling in the same fierce, breathless moment.For a while, we stay perfectly still, bodies pressed together, hearts beating in the same unsteady, intimate rhythm.I rest my chin on h

Digging a grave with my name on it

Coming back to this city isn’t easy. My wounds haven’t closed, not really. The owners of Smith & Hale may be sitting in prison, but their ghosts are still out here. If they get rid of me, the whole case becomes easier to bury, and with the father I never acknowledged, Peter and Sofia might slip through the cracks again.But I had to return anyway. Some people need to be reminded where they stand. Jenny isn’t my weakness, she’s the only person who keeps me steady. And anyone who reaches for my strength gets hit back with equal force, that’s how the world works.Then this message arrives. A reminder of why I can’t afford comfort, why certain people need to learn fear again. They should have remembered: Adrian Hale isn’t an ordinary man, and if he loves anyone, no one should think about harming her, unless they’re ready to be erased.My focus snaps back the moment Jenny calls my name. “Adrian… let’s sleep. Put the phone down,” she says, her voice soft, exhausted, her face tucked agains

Schemes in the Shadows

When I reach the predetermined location, it’s almost 2 a.m. The cold wind makes me shiver. Thanks to Jenny… when she handed me the shirt, she also pulled out a jacket for me.Did she already know I would leave? For a moment, her sleeping face floats back into my mind.“Boss… he is here.” Charles’s low, controlled voice snaps me back. I texted him from the car, and he moved the moment I called.“Let’s go,” I say, and start walking toward the docks.The city is silent, yet seagulls call from time to time. A ferry horn echoes nearby.The river carries a familiar scent, one that reminds me of my mother. She loves walking along the riverbank. After Richard divorced her, she had to work here as a construction labourer to earn money.A dim light glows weakly over the dock, barely cutting through the night. Travellers hustle onto the ferry, passengers stumble off, dockworkers shout over clattering crates and ropes, and seagulls scream above. Merchants haul goods, fishermen bend over nets, lat

Another nightmare

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.)December should be a cold month, right?Then why am I sweating profusely, standing in the corridor of this unfamiliar house?A deep red carpet is spread across the floor. The walls are holding large paintings. A heavy oak door looms at the far end of the corridor, carved with intricate patterns.Yet beneath all this grandeur, something feels painfully wrong to me. A nameless dread presses against my chest.I call out, “Adrian…” My voice is echoing through the empty corridor.But… no answer.I don’t know what happened, how I ended up here. I was lying on Adrian’s chest in our apartment. But now… I am here. Standing alone in this empty house.Just then, I hear it… a woman’s muffled, seductive laugh and a man’s voice responding in a husky tone.A voice I know.“Adrian, are you here?” I shout his name again.Still nothing.Panic crashes into me. My chest tightens, breath tearing free as I rush the length of the corridor. My hand strikes the door hard enough to sting. I

Emma Moore

This is a trap.She knew I would come today. That’s why the security is thin; she left the windows open, just enough to make the place feel careless. Just enough to make a man relax.She thought I would be mesmerised by her beauty.That I would forget to look for the bars until they closed. Me... and anyone foolish enough to come with me.It's one of her old games. A game she has been playing for a long time.Emma Moore doesn’t seduce for pleasure. She seduces for control.When Mr. S wants someone bent to his will, he sends her to close the deal.I understood that years ago, the night I saw her entangled with my biological father, Richard Hale.Richard is not only known as a womaniser. Everybody in our society knows how he betrayed my mom… thanks to Sofia. When she realised that she had fought for a characterless man who once left his devoted wife just to be with her… now plays every day with different women. He doesn't even care about their ages. So Sofia’s only option to punish Rich

Their Surrender Is My Leverage

The revolver in my hand is a Smith & Wesson Model 686. Heavy. Familiar. Balanced.I reserve it for high‑security missions only.Before coming here, I was certain I wouldn’t need it. No matter how deeply Emma has sunk into her hunger for power, I told myself she was still the girl from Northwood Elementary. The one who shared lunch with me. The one who was my friend once.That thought dissolves the moment I look at her now.Bringing the revolver was the right decision.A dark, deliberate pressure tightens in my chest. Not rage. Just the awareness of capability. I could empty the chamber into her skull right now. End it and walk away.She notices it too: I don’t lower the gun. Not even a fraction.And she still isn’t afraid.That frustrates me more than resistance ever could.I want fear. I want her to beg for her life. Instead, she leans into the moment, adjusting her posture, tilting her head, trying to reclaim control with her body, as if seduction is still a currency here.Disgust c

Power doesn't hurry

A soft laugh escapes me, not amusement, but calculation. I keep it low, just enough for both Emma and Mr. S to feel it settle before I speak.“Very unfortunate,” I say evenly. “You’re about to lose your most loyal employee.”My eyes stay on Emma. I don’t rush it. I let them linger as the meaning of my words reaches her.The corner of her lip trembles. Her pupils blow wide. A faint hitch in her breath, her body grasping it before her mind does.The threat isn’t just in what I’ve said.It’s in how I hold her. All of it concentrated in my gaze, in my hands.“What do you want?” Mr. S snaps. Sharp, practised, but tight. A man already calculating damage.“Your loyal employee, Miss Moore, put a bounty on my fiancee’s head on the dark web,” I say flatly, my tone stripped of emotion. “Tonight, I have only one option: killing her. That is how I take revenge.”Not rushing the next part, I let the silence stretch. Heavy and deliberate. Long enough to feel him waiting on the other end. Long enou

Power doesn't forgive

“Mr S. You have five minutes only.” I hold the phone loosely against my ear, my voice calm, like a man announcing a verdict he’s already signed.Money never touches blood directly. It moves through hands, borders, and silence.The murderer escaped out of the country with the help of intermediaries. Paid through offshore accounts. Separate transactions from separate accounts on separate dates. None of the accounts were in Mr S's name. He knew distance meant safety, layers meant immunity.He never expected anyone to connect the dots. But Peter Smith did.He didn’t just find them, he preserved them on his special flash drive and turned it into leverage.Enraged, Mr S sent Emma to lure Richard as his opening move. But Peter became an obstacle again.Running out of options, Mr S approached me.From him, I learned about the flash drive. He said it was my chance to take revenge for my mom, his voice careful, persuasive. But he didn’t know where it was. So we both started looking for it.And

He is no more

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.)I wake to my phone ringing, the sound slicing through my head like a warning bell.Knocking against the empty space beside me, my arm reaches out on instinct before I finally grab the phone. My fingers feel slow and uncooperative. Last night, Adrian was lying here.Sleep hasn’t left me yet. My eyes sting, and my chest tightens in that dull, familiar way. “Hello,” I say, my voice thick and rough around the edges.“Are you seriously still asleep?” Watson’s voice crashes through the line. “We have a hearing today.”That does it. I blink hard and stare at the ceiling, my heartbeat picking up.Pushing myself upright, I say, “Watson,” the blanket sliding off my shoulders, “we already called this off. I was very clear yesterday. If you’re not taking Jason’s case, I’m not hiring you.”The bed creaks as I sit there.“Stop,” he says, sharp, then softer, almost amused. “Enough.”I hear the faint shuffle of papers on his end.“I drafted Jason’s documents too.”I freeze as my h

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