All Chapters of Divorced, Desired, Dangerous : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NILAHThe penthouse felt too large. I sat on the living room sofa, my leather folder placed on the glass coffee table in front of me. The panoramic windows showed the city lights flickering as evening set in, but the high view did not give me any sense of comfort. I kept looking at the silent residential elevator doors, waiting for the floor indicator to light up.A sharp, rhythmic buzzing from the wall intercom broke the silence. I stood up, smoothing down my dress, and walked over to the security panel near the entry."Ms. Mariel," the guard’s voice came through the speaker, sounding hesitant. "Elena Vance is downstairs in the lobby. She states she has urgent corporate documentation that requires your immediate personal receipt before Mr. Castellano returns from the airfield."My chest tightened instantly. I did not want to see her, but the mention of Darien and the corporate documents made it impossible to turn her away. "Let her up," I said, my voice tight.I stood back as the ele

NILAHThe yellow taxi cab pulled up to the security gates of my father's estate, I paid the driver with the last remaining hundred-dollar bill in my wallet, stepped out onto the asphalt driveway, and lifted my suitcase out of the trunk. The night air was humid and dead, carrying the smell of wet grass and car exhaust."Who is it at this hour?" the voice of the night guard came through the speaker."It is Nilah," I said directly into the metal grill. "Open the gate."There was a five-second pause before the mechanical gears engaged, and the heavy iron structures began to slide backward into the stone walls.The front door of the brick mansion opened before I reached the welcome mat. My father, Arthur Mariel, stood in the threshold, wearing a dark blue silk robe over his trousers. His gray hair was uncombed, and his face was set in an expression of intense agitation. He did not step forward to help me with the heavy bag. He simply watched me climb the steps, his arms crossed tightly ove

DARIENI stood in the center of the bedroom inside the Mariel estate, watching Nilah drop her suitcase onto the floor.A space that belonged to her past, long before she had entered my life or my penthouse. She sat on the edge of the twin mattress, her posture perfectly rigid, her eyes fixed on her own hands. She did not look up at me when I closed the heavy bedroom door behind me, shutting out the sound of her father's pacing downstairs.My chest ached with a physical pressure that had nothing to do with the corporate board or the opening bell of the market. I looked at the small space between us, realizing that for the last three months, I had let her believe she was nothing more than a legal transaction inside my house. I had built a wall of silence around my actions, calling it protection, while it was slowly starving her of the only thing that mattered."Nilah," I said, my voice dropping the cold authority I had used on her father downstairs. "Look at me."She did not move. Her f

NILAHDarien reached down between us, his fingers unbuckling my trousers and pushing the fabric down my hips, along with my lace underwear, stripping them past my knees until my skin was bare against the leather of the seat. The cool air hit my wet cunt, and I shivered, my slick already coating my inner thighs, glistening in the dim light. He didn't take off his trousers entirely; he unzipped his dark pants, releasing his heavy, erect shaft into the open space between us. His cock sprang free—thick and veined, the head swollen and purple, a thick string of precum stretching from his slit to his thigh, glossy and hot.He cupped my inner thigh, lifting my leg over his hip. His thumb slid down into the damp fold of my core, finding the slick, dripping wetness that had already gathered there. He slid two fingers straight inside my cunt, testing my wetness with a deep, deliberate stroke that made me cry out his name against the quiet cabin. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot d

NILAHI was sitting on the edge of his leather desk, drinking water from a paper cup, while Darien stood by the window talking to our lead defense lawyer. Suddenly, a harsh fire alarm started blaring from the ceiling.Red emergency lights began flashing violently across the walls, Darien dropped his mobile phone onto the desk immediately. He walked across the room in two fast strides and grabbed my arm, pulling me off the desk. "Stay close to me."He pulled the heavy office door open. The hallway outside was complete chaos.The fire sprinklers had activated, spraying cold water everywhere and soaking the expensive carpet. Junior lawyers and assistants were running toward the stairwells, coughing through the mist and yelling over the sound of the alarm.Vance ran up to us from the main lobby, wiping water off his face with the sleeve of his wet suit jacket. His glasses were covered in water droplets, and his tie was crooked."What happened?" Darien asked, grabbing Vance by the should