Gabriel Agreste Butterfly

Her back arched as Gabriel’s fingers tightened around her waist, holding her steady while Paxton’s mouth moved lower, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “You don’t get to run from this,” Gabriel growled against her throat, his voice like silk over steel. “Not from us.” Carlotta moaned, helpless between their bodies. Gabriel was behind her, his hand tangled in her hair, lips claiming the curve of her neck. His hardness pressed against her from behind while Paxton knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs like he owned them. Like he owned her. “I never said I wanted to run,” she breathed, lost in the pull of them both. Paxton smirked, his lips glistening. “Then let us wreck you.” And they did. Gabriel entered her from behind with a rough, punishing thrust, forcing a cry from her lips that was swallowed by Paxton’s kiss. She was sandwiched between them. Gabriel’s deep, commanding rhythm; Paxton’s slow, sinful teasing as his mouth roamed down her chest, taking his time with her breasts. The heat built fast. Her body trembled with each movement, the slick slide of skin on skin, their grunts, her gasps. Her fingers clawed at Paxton’s chest while Gabriel gripped her hips tighter, his voice a snarl against her skin. “You like being ruined by both of us?” Gabriel asked. “She loves it,” Paxton answered for her, licking a line up her stomach. “Don’t you, baby?” Carlotta couldn’t speak. Her climax crashed through her like a lightning strike, sharp, explosive, raw. Her moan echoed in the room, vibrating against Paxton’s lips, as Gabriel cursed and followed right after her. For a moment, everything stilled. Their bodies tangled. Their heartbeats synced. Then… She gasped awake.

A woman who once worked in a casino dreamed of becoming rich, but she fell in love with a billionaire's bad-boy son. He got her pregnant and left her. After giving birth, she vowed never to return to the casino. Desperate to support her child, she became a maid—only to discover she now works in the house of the man she hates, Gabriel Bustamante, whom she hasn’t seen in five years. Gabriel, now engaged to another woman, doesn’t know he has a child. Living under the same roof, emotions resurface as Gabriel persistently tries to reconnect, slowly breaking down Samantha’s anger. One day, he kisses her—just as his fiancée walks in. Things become more complicated as her gilfriend begins to suspect Samantha and Gabriel is hiding something.

Un soir d’hiver, deux âmes brisées se croisent sur le toit d’un immeuble. Gabriel, 37 ans, vient d’apprendre qu’il est stérile. Son dernier espoir vient de s'effondrer. Ses rêves de paternité, les sacrifices… tout était vain. Il est monté là-haut pour fuir le vacarme du monde, pour faire face à l’abîme. Élise, 19 ans, est montée sur ce même toit après avoir reçu un appel qui a fait basculer sa réalité : elle est enceinte. Mais elle est vierge. Aucun homme , oui , aucun contact , rien. Et pourtant, le test est formel. Son médecin parle d’un "miracle", mais pour elle, c’est une impossibilité crue, presque une trahison de son propre corps. Elle n’en peut plus. Elle veut comprendre ou disparaître. Dans cette nuit suspendue, ils se parlent. Ils ne se connaissent pas, et pourtant, un lien se tisse, fragile, intense. Une forme de tendresse entre deux solitudes. Ils ne partagent que des fragments de leur vérité, sans savoir que leurs destins sont déjà liés bien plus profondément qu’ils ne l’imaginent. Car ce que ni l’un ni l’autre ne sait encore, c’est que quelques semaines plus tôt, une erreur a été commise dans une clinique de fertilité. Le sperme de Gabriel, conservé malgré son diagnostic, a été utilisé par mégarde lors d’une insémination. Et l’enfant qu’attend Élise est le sien. Un drame inattendu, un secret inscrit dans la chair d’un futur innocent. Et quand la vérité éclatera, rien ne sera plus jamais comme avant.