LOGINThe door didn’t just open.
It burst.A violent force crashing into the quiet tension that had been building in the room, the sharp sound echoing against the walls like a gunshot.For a split second, everything froze. A slow smile creeped into Daniella’s face as she pretended to be shocked by the chaos.“Mr. Thompson! Over here!” “Sir, what is happening here?” “Who is the woman?” “Is this part of your business negotiations?”The room filled instantly with noThe warm water in the large marble tub lapped gently against their bodies. Steam curled around them, thick and intimate, turning the bathroom into a private world. Christian held Daniella close from behind, her back pressed against his solid chest. His hands moved with slow, deliberate reverence, as if he were worshipping every inch of her.He started at her shoulders, massaging the tension away with strong, soapy fingers. Then his hands slid lower, cupping her full breasts. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples already hardened from the cool air and his touch circling them slowly, teasingly. Daniella’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as electricity shot straight between her legs.Christian’s voice was a low, hungry growl against her ear. “You’re so responsive for me.”One of his hands trailed down her stomach, over the curve of her hips, and dipped between her thighs. He parted her folds with two thick fingers, finding her slick and ready. He r
Later that evening, the mansion was quiet. The kind of heavy silence that pressed against the walls and made every footstep echo. Daniella moved through the hallway with careful steps, one hand pressed lightly against her lower abdomen where the dull, persistent ache refused to fade completely. She had changed into a simple silk robe after another attempt to clean herself up, but the pain still lingered like a secret she was determined to bury.She needed her favorite blouse — the cream one with the subtle embroidery. She had left it in Christian’s room days ago, and after the chaos of the day, she didn’t want to ask anyone for help. She just wanted to grab it and disappear back into her own space.The door to Christian’s master bedroom was slightly ajar. She pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.The room smelled like him — warm cedar, crisp cologne, and that unmistakable masculine scent that always made her body react before her mind could catch up. She moved towar
Daniella lay on the cold bathroom floor for what felt like hours, the pain a relentless fire that slowly ebbed into a dull, throbbing ache. Blood soaked her clothes and the tiles beneath her. Every breath hurt. Every shift sent fresh waves of agony through her body. But she was alive. The fetus was gone—dragged out in a desperate, violent act of self-destruction.Christian killed my father. He deserves nothing from me. Not a child. Not a future.The thought anchored her through the haze. Revenge was still her purpose. Love was the lie she had almost fallen into. This… this was necessary. A reset.She dragged herself up using the sink, legs shaking, vision swimming. The mirror reflected a stranger: pale face, haunted eyes, hair matted with sweat and blood. She looked exactly like the broken girl who had watched her father die thirteen years ago.“Good,” she whispered to her reflection. “Remember who you are.”With mechanical precision, Daniella cleaned the worst o
Daniella stared at Christian’s mother as though the woman had suddenly lost her mind.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.The bathroom remained silent except for the faint sound of running water dripping from the sink faucet. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a pale glow across the room, making Daniella look even more exhausted than she already felt. Her face was slightly flushed, her hair was no longer as neat as it had been earlier, and there were dark shadows beneath her eyes that spoke of days filled with stress, secrets, and sleepless nights.Then she laughed.Not because anything was funny.Because the suggestion itself sounded ridiculous.“Pregnant?” she repeated. “That’s impossible.”Christian’s mother didn’t laugh with her.If anything, her expression became even more serious.The older woman folded her arms across her chest and continued studying her carefully. She had lived long enough to recognize certain signs. The dizzines
The ride home was unusually quiet.The city lights streamed past the tinted windows of the black SUV, painting fleeting streaks of gold and white across the interior. Normally, Christian would have found something to tease Daniella about before they even left the company parking lot. He would have made a sarcastic comment, stolen a smile from her, or reached for her hand just because he could. Tonight was different.Neither of them spoke.Christian sat beside the window, his jaw tight as he stared at the Manhattan skyline rushing by outside. Richard’s words from earlier refused to leave his mind.For years, Richard had been one of the few people whose opinions genuinely mattered to him. The older man had helped build Harper Holdings from the ground up. He had seen every victory, every mistake, every sacrifice that had turned Christian into the man he was today.And for the first time in a very long time, Richard had openly questioned one of his decisions.Tha
The conference room remained unusually quiet after Christian walked out. The heavy glass door had barely finished closing behind him, yet the tension he left behind seemed to linger in the air like smoke after a fire. Nobody rushed to speak. Several executives lowered their eyes to the documents in front of them despite clearly not reading a single word, while others exchanged uncertain glances across the table. The announcement of Daniella’s promotion had already shocked the company, but Julian’s sudden arrival as a shareholder had transformed the meeting into something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something nobody had seen coming. At the far end of the table, Angella sat comfortably in her chair, looking far more relaxed than everyone else in the room. A small smile played on her lips as she watched the confusion spread across the faces around her. Then her eyes drifted toward Julian. Slowly, deliberately, she winked. The gesture lasted less th
His grip tightened slightly around her waist, holding her in place like he didn’t even know what he was doing.Daniella’s breath came out uneven. Her body hovered over his, her palms still pressed firmly against his chest. She could feel it—his heartbeat. Slow. Heavy. Alive.
“What’s wrong with you?” Daniella snapped, cutting through the silence inside the car. Christian didn’t answer, his eyes were still half opened, heavy and unfocused. “What’s that?” He giggled as he stretched his hands trying to touch Daniella’s breast. “Oh my God, I think you’ve go
“Boss, are you okay?”David's voice sounded distant, more like it was coming from under water. Christian didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tightened around the glass, his jaw clenched as he stared into thin air unfocused. He wasn’t ok, he couldn’t take it anymore, his
The hot liquid hit her skin before her brain could process what was happening. “Aharhhhh!” Daniella staggered back instantly, the tray slipping slightly from her grip as the coffee soaked into her cloth. She glared at him hard, tears building up in her eye lids, a smirk escaping her lips, of







