MasukChapter 28: Positive
Three pink lines stared back at me.I sat on the cold tile floor of Mia’s bathroom, surrounded by five different pregnancy tests — all positive. The cheap ones, the expensive digital ones, even the early detection strips. Every single one screamed the same truth.I was pregnant.My hands shook so violently I dropped the last test. It clattered on the floor beside the others, the word “Pregnant” glowing mockingly on the digital scre**Chapter 158: Forever Mine**The honeymoon villa was silent except for the distant rhythm of waves against the shore. Moonlight spilled through the open terrace doors, bathing our naked bodies in silver. I lay draped across Damien’s chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over the scar on his side — the one from the prison stabbing that had almost taken him from me.Three days into our honeymoon, and I still couldn’t believe this was real.“You’re thinking too loudly, Mrs. Voss,” Damien murmured, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. His large hand stroked down my spine, settling possessively on my ass.I lifted my head to look at him. Even in the moonlight, his steel-gray eyes were intense, focused entirely on me.“I was thinking about how far we’ve come,” I whispered. “From the pool… to prison… to Victor, Elena, the scandals… to this. You and me. Married. With three — almost four — beautiful children.”Damien rolled us so I was beneath him, his powerful body caging me in. He
**Chapter 156: The Wedding**The island had transformed into something out of a dream.Thousands of white roses and delicate emerald accents lined the silk aisle that stretched across the glass pavilion suspended over the turquoise water. The sunset painted the sky in strokes of rose gold, fiery orange, and deep lavender, turning the ocean into liquid light. Two hundred carefully chosen guests sat in elegant chairs on either side of the aisle, the soft strains of a live string quartet drifting on the breeze.I stood at the beginning of the aisle, heart hammering against my ribs, my father’s arm steady beneath my hand. The gown felt like starlight on my skin — sleek ivory silk that hugged my curves before flowing into a dramatic train, crystal beading catching every flicker of golden light. My veil cascaded down my back, edged with the faintest thread of emerald. Beneath it all, hidden against my throat, rested the platinum collar Damien had fastened on me this morning with reverent ha
**Chapter 155: Honeymoon Shadows**The first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains of the honeymoon villa, painting the room in soft gold. I woke slowly, deliciously sore, with Damien’s heavy arm draped possessively across my waist and his warm breath against the back of my neck. My new wedding band and engagement ring caught the light as I shifted, a constant reminder that I was now Isla Voss in every possible way.Damien stirred behind me, pulling me tighter against his naked body. His cock was already hard, nestled between my thighs.“Morning, Mrs. Voss,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and hunger. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then scraped his teeth along the fresh mark he’d left there last night.I shivered, arching back into him. “Good morning, husband.”He groaned at the word, sliding one hand down to cup my breast while the other slipped between my legs. I was still slick from the night before — from the countless times he’d taken me. His fingers c
**Chapter 154: Isla Voss**The morning of the wedding dawned golden and perfect, as if the universe had finally decided to cooperate.I stood on the private terrace of the bridal villa, the ocean breeze playing with the edges of my robe. My hair was styled in soft, romantic waves, and my makeup was flawless — glowing, natural, with a hint of emerald dust at the corners of my eyes. The gown waited inside like a dream made real, but right now I just needed a moment of quiet.Mia stepped beside me, squeezing my hand. “You ready?”I touched the platinum collar still resting at my throat — the one I would wear under the gown until the very last moment. “I’ve been ready for years.”A soft knock sounded. Lila peeked in. “He wants a first look. Blindfolded. He says it’s non-negotiable.”My heart fluttered. Of course he did.They led me down a private path lined with white roses and eucalyptus. I was still in my robe, eyes covered with a silk blindfold. The sand was warm beneath my bare feet.
**Chapter 154: The Final Reckoning**The days were slipping through my fingers like sand. Six days until the wedding.The island had become our sanctuary and battleground. The glass pavilion gleamed under the Mediterranean sun, its transparent walls reflecting the turquoise water like a dream suspended between sea and sky. Workers moved with military precision under heavy security. Every vendor, every florist, every musician had been triple-vetted. Damien wasn’t taking any chances.I stood barefoot on the warm sand in a flowing white sundress, watching Luca and Liora chase each other near the shoreline while Sera napped in a shaded cabana. Damien’s arms came around me from behind, his large hands settling possessively over my slightly rounded belly.“You’re glowing,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “And it’s driving me insane.”I leaned back into his solid chest. “You’ve been inside me three times today, Daddy. You should be satisfied by now.”His low chuckle vibrated against me. “
**Chapter 153: Veils and Warnings**The final dress fitting took place in complete secrecy on the top floor of Voss Tower. The entire level had been cleared, security stationed at every entrance, and the windows blacked out with heavy drapes. Only Mia, Lila, the designer, and two trusted assistants were allowed inside the private suite.I stood on the raised platform in front of a wall of mirrors, holding my breath as the designer made minute adjustments to the gown. It was everything I had dreamed of and more — sleek ivory silk that hugged my body before flowing into a dramatic yet elegant train, delicate crystal beading across the bodice that caught the light like captured stars, and a long, flowing veil edged in the faintest touch of emerald thread.Mia wiped tears from her eyes. “You look like a fucking goddess, Isla.”Lila nodded, speechless for once.I stared at my reflection. The woman looking back wasn’t the broken girl who had drowned in that pool. She was stronger. Loved. Ow
Chapter 12: The Ex-WifeThe silence after Damien hung up on Elena felt heavier than it should have.I was still lying on top of him, our bodies pressed together, his release slowly leaking down my thighs. My heart was racing for an entirely different reason now. The venom i
Chapter 10: Crossing the LineThe silence after Damien hung up on Alex was deafening.My body was still trembling from the orgasm he’d forced out of me while his son listened on the other end of the line. Shame burned through me like wildfire, but it was mixed with something darker — something addi
Chapter 8: First TasteI woke up in Damien’s penthouse feeling like I had stepped into someone else’s life.Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across the massive bed. The emerald dress I’d worn yesterday was neatly folded on a chair, replaced by a silk robe
Chapter 7: The PackageThe morning after the dinner, another package arrived.I had barely finished my coffee when the knock sounded sharp, precise, exactly like the man who had sent it. When I opened the door, a sleek black box waited on the mat, tied with a thin crimson ribbon. No note this time.







