Lahat ng Kabanata ng SWEET DESIRES : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Olivia couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow happens to be her wedding day, but instead of feeling excited, she felt nervous and restless. She wore a thin white silk slip and walked quietly through the large family mansion. Her future husband was sleeping in another wing of the house.She went to the bridal suite to check her dress one more time. The room was dimly lit and to her surprise, Richard, her future father-in-law, was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Olivia froze in the doorway. Richard looked at her slowly, his eyes moving over her body. “Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” he asked with a dark smile. Olivia tried to leave, but Richard stood up and closed the door behind her.He started talking about his son and how weak he was in bed. His words were cruel and honest. “He’s never satisfied a woman in his life. He finishes in two minutes and rolls over. You deserve better than that.” Richard said.Olivia felt shocked. Her mouth opened but no words came out. His deep vo

Lauren arrived at Mr. Crowe’s penthouse to drop off important financial documents. Her husband worked for the company, and she sometimes helped with bookkeeping. The elevator opened directly into the massive living room.While waiting for Mr. Crowe, she noticed his laptop was open on the large glass desk. Lauren stepped closer. On the screen were clear photos of her husband stealing money from the company. Images showed him transferring funds, pocketing cash, and signing fake documents. Her stomach dropped. She scrolled down with a shaky hand, heart pounding in her chest.Mr. Crowe walked in and caught her looking. His expensive suit fit his strong frame perfectly. He smiled coldly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Instead of getting angry, he walked over slowly, his eyes locked on her.“I’ve known about your husband’s embezzlement for weeks,” he said in a deep, calm voice. “Thousands of dollars, and I have gathered enough evidence to send him to prison for a long time

Elena stayed late again that Friday, the executive floor already silent and dim except for the single lamp on her desk. She finished the last of the quarterly reports with careful, tired fingers, trying not to think about the weeks of charged glances Mr. Sterling had given her in meetings or the way his hand had rested a moment too long on the small of her back when they passed in the hallway. Those small touches had left her restless at night beside her husband, and she hated how easily her body remembered them.The intercom on her desk buzzed once. Sterling’s voice came through, calm and low. “Elena. Come into my office. Now.”She stood, smoothed her skirt, and walked the short distance down the quiet corridor. The heavy door to the corner office stood partially open. Inside, Mr. Sterling sat behind his wide desk. The two senior partners, Davies and Voss, were already present, each holding a glass of dark liquor. The air smelled of expensive whiskey and leather.“Close the door and

By the second week the arrangement had settled into a clear rhythm that Elena followed without needing to be reminded. She arrived each morning already wearing the specific undergarments the three men preferred, or none at all on the days the private group chat simply read “accessible.” The short commands arrived on her phone at irregular intervals: “Boardroom in ten,” “My office now,” “Stay after the 4 p.m.” She answered every one with a single word of acknowledgment and adjusted her schedule around them the way she once adjusted it around ordinary meetings.On Tuesday she was instructed to join a video conference with an important overseas client. Sterling sat at the head of the long table with the camera carefully framed so that only his upper body and the far wall were visible. Elena knelt between his knees under the table, skirt already raised, and took him into her mouth while he spoke in a calm, professional tone about quarterly projections. Davies sat two chairs away and watch

The near-miss happened on a quiet Tuesday afternoon when Elena’s husband arrived at the building without warning. He had come to surprise her with coffee after a canceled meeting of his own. The receptionist called up to the executive floor, and Elena felt the blood leave her face when the message reached her desk. She was still in Sterling’s office with her skirt around her waist and Davies standing behind her. Sterling’s voice remained calm.“Get dressed. Go meet him in the lobby. You have three minutes.”She pulled her clothing back into place with shaking hands, smoothed her hair, and rode the elevator down. Her husband stood near the reception desk holding two cups. He smiled when he saw her.“I thought we could take a short break together,” he said.Elena returned the smile and accepted the coffee. “That is kind of you, but I am in the middle of a long strategy session. The partners need me for another hour at least. I will be home at the usual time.”He looked disappointed but