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It was enormous, dripping with luxury—chandeliers hung like cascades of crystals, velvet curtains that framed the windows, and every table was laden with elaborate flowers and silverware. Celebrities mingled everywhere in designer gowns and tuxedos, shimmering under the glow of the lights. I can't believe I'm here. In a place like this. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine being part of such a setting. "I want to give you this..." Tarzan said, slipping a thin chain necklace from around his neck. A small pendant dangled from it—engraved with the letters T & L. He reached over and fastened it around my neck.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

“You can’t—” “I can.” His eyes flashed, dark and commanding. “And you will.” My fingers trembled at the ties of my tattered dress. Anger burned through my veins, but fear knotted around it, binding me. Slowly, piece by piece, the fabric slipped from my shoulders, baring the bruises, the scars, the parts of me I wanted hidden. His gaze devoured every inch, but it was not lust alone. It was possession, hunger, reverence, and cruelty woven together like thorns.

"You're blushing. Are you still going to deny your attraction for me?" "I-" He impeded her from speaking further with an intrusion on her lips. His tongue snaked into her mouth, rendering her defenceless as he undid the shiny buckles of her festive dress, stripping it off her body. Her smooth bare skin shimmered under the brightness of the candles luminating the hut. The thumps in her chest got more intense, but she discovered herself rooted to the spot, unable to say a word. From the books, she knew what was going to happen, but instead of stopping him, she welcomed it.

Everything has just begun. I pulled out a twine and tied Bella up naked. The twine passed through her breasts, forming a circle, similar to a bra with only a support and no padding. Bella's skin was delicate, and the rough twine ground her fair skin to a blood-red color, like a rose blooming on the snow-white earth, with obvious contrast and extreme sexiness.

Now people can’t even actually mourn her. I shifted my gaze back to her. “Kind off, I don’t have any job to do,” I said. "Perfect, you can help me with mine,” Tinsel stated, dragging me from my seat to her office. In her office, I sat on the seat across from her. “So I am working on an event, Mr. Brian’s. I heard you have planned an event for him.” Tinsel opened a file on her laptop and turned it over for me to see. “What do you think about this design?”

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She clapped her hands and her luggage burst open with sketchpads, chalk, and enchanted measuring ribbons that whipped around her like caffeinated eels. “You literally just got back,” Thessaly sighed, but she was already helping organize the chaos. “NO REST FOR THE FABULOUS,” Tarin declared as she took off toward the great hall like a witch possessed. “I NEED VELVET. I NEED LIGHT ORBS. I NEED PEARL DUST.” “She’s gone,” Thessaly said to me flatly. “She’s gone,” I agreed, laughing so hard I nearly snorted. An hour later....

“Tell me, Mr. McKinley, what sacrifices have you made for your success? What secrets lie behind the polished facade?” A flicker of contemplation passed through Wyatt's eyes; a glimpse of vulnerability masked by a veil of strength. “Some sacrifices are inevitable,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. “But in this world, trust is a precious commodity.” Emily's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with possibilities. Trust was indeed a precious commodity—one that she planned to exploit in her quest for revenge. She had to play her cards carefully, navigating the treacherous waters of deceit and desire.

Cal obliges, knowing T is chained to the wall. T’s expression hardens as I step inside. The book is in here, I know it. Looking around, I check in every shadowed corner, finding the book under his bedroll. The look on his face as I reveal it to the light is one I shall savour in my mind for the rest of my life. Nothing about it feels scared, however, the answer to everything to do with T must be in here. “Alpha, you don’t want to do that,” T says slowly, as I step back outside of his cell, Cal closing the door after me. T yanks at his chains, which only pull him back against the wall. If only he would touch the silver.