All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Cousin Owns Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DIONI hated parties. They all smelled the same…expensive perfume, old money, fake smiles and people pretending they belonged.The Black family masked ball happens every year, but I can't remember the last time I attended. I had been out of the city for over six months, building something that actually mattered, when I saw my father's short message.*Just smile once and leave.* And that was what I actually planned on doing I stepped through the entrance in a plain black mask that covered the upper half of my face, dark suit tailored to my body, already counting the minutes until I could leave.Then the air changed.It hit me the second the doors closed behind me. The same pull I had carried for four years.I had found her once before, when she was only five, a lost little girl with tears on her cheeks. I carried her home and left. That was all it was.The real pull started the night I saw her again at eighteen. That was the night everything changed. From that moment I had watched he

MIA“Mia, you’re back.”Lucas’s voice was calm as he looked up from the couch with his phone still in his hand. No anger, no sharp questions. Just that easy smile he always wore in public.I stood in the doorway with a wrinkled dress, messy hair and Dion’s cum dripping from my pussy slowly.“I’m sorry about last night,” I said quickly. “I… I needed air; I didn’t mean to disappear like that.”He set the phone down and stood. “It’s fine.” He said as he walked over and brushed a strand of hair from my face like nothing had happened. “You look tired. Go shower and rest. We will have dinner with my parents next week.” “Try not to do that again.” He paused. “Especially in public.”That was it.No interrogation, no raised voice. Just easy forgiveness and a polite reminder about our engagement schedule.I stared at him in surprise. “You’re… not mad?” because obviously, I looked like someone who had been fucked all night. Why was he okay about it?He gave a small shrug. “You came back. That’s

The door of Lucas’s apartment building closed behind me with a soft, final click. I took a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding all along.I didn't stay long before I started walking. I had no destination in mind, I just didn’t want to be anywhere around anything that reminded me of Lucas. I didn't know how long I had walked, but I was so sure I was far from Lucas. I sat on the vacant chair beside the sidewalk in the same black dress I had worn the night before, thinking of everything. Before now, there had been no real plan. I worked at the café for scraps, just enough to keep myself from looking like a complete burden. Even while I was with Lucas, I paid for my own things. I wanted to prove to him that I was not among those desperate girls after his money. Hmn…. Then, I needed that small, stubborn pride, even if it was pathetic. But now that pride meant nothing. My phone vibrated and pulled me off my thoughts. At some point, I wish it was Lucas, calling to tell me all this

MIA I had been in this house for days, living like a ghost. I leave the house before or after everyone has left for work. I don't bother with breakfast. I come back when everyone has gone to bed, and go into the kitchen only when it is empty. I didn't bother with fresh food for dinner, I ate whatever was left in the fridge at odd hours and locked my bedroom door the second I was inside. It wasn’t convenient, but it was better than living off someone again.Lila made it her job to remind me I didn’t belong here… my father's house. And the funny thing is, my mother supported my dad in getting this house, and it was designed to her taste. “Still here, charity case?” She would always come to my door to knock. “Lucas finally realized you’re used goods?” she would continue from outside the door, laughing like she was talking about her favorite movies. But I always ignored her because answering gave her what she wanted.Lila’s mother never raised her voice. She didn’t need to, but one lo

DIONI was in the middle of a board meeting with twelve unproductive men. They sat around the long glass table, eyes fixed on the file in front of them like their lives depend on it. None of them dared to look at me longer than a second. One of the directors was still speaking about quarterly numbers when my phone vibrated once against my thigh. I glanced down, Rook's text stared back at me.[She’s outside on the street near the old house. She is not moving.]I checked the weather with one thumb, the radar was a solid wall of dark green and red. This wasn’t rain, this was a fucking storm… high winds, flooded streets. Visibility is almost nothing.I stood up gently, “The meeting's over,” my voice stayed even. The director’s voice died mid-sentence and every head turned. “We’ll continue when I decide it matters again.”No one dared argue. I was already walking out the door with my phone pressed to my ear. Rook answered immediately like he was waiting for my call.“Rook, give me the exac