로그인EMILY GRAYSON'S Sleep refused to come.No matter how many times I turned over beneath the silk sheets.No matter how many pillows I hugged in an attempt to fill the empty space beside me.No matter how many times I closed my eyes and reminded myself that tomorrow would be the happiest day of my life.Sleep simply wouldn't come.The room felt...Too quiet.Too empty.Too unfamiliar without him.I lay on my back, staring up at the ornate ceiling while the antique clock mounted on the wall ticked steadily through the silence.Tick.Tick.Tick.Moonlight streamed through the open balcony doors, spilling across the bedroom in soft shades of silver and blue.Outside, the vineyards stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, their leaves swaying gently in the warm summer breeze.The fountains in the gardens murmured quietly in the distance.After days of endless preparations, decorators, planners, florists, and guests filling every corner of the estate...The mansion had finally fallen aslee
EMILY GRAYSON'S The week disappeared faster than either of us expected. One moment there had been endless checklists, final fittings, floral arrangements, and seating charts... Then next… The wedding was only a day away. The Antonio estate had been transformed into something that looked as though it belonged in a fairy tale. Because the after party will happen here. Thousands of white roses bloomed throughout the gardens. Crystal chandeliers had been suspended beneath elegant glass marquees overlooking the vineyards. The marble fountain at the center of the courtyard overflowed with floating candles and flower petals. Staff hurried from sunrise until well after midnight, putting the finishing touches on every last detail. Luxury cars came and went through the estate gates carrying decorators, musicians, pastry chefs, florists, photographers, and wedding planners. Everywhere I looked...Someone was smiling. Someone was celebrating. Someone was counting down the hours. Tomorrow...
EMILY GRAYSON'S I couldn't stop looking at my reflection. It still didn't feel real. The woman staring back at me stood beneath the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, wrapped in layers of ivory satin and delicate French lace. Tiny pearls shimmered across the bodice every time the light caught them, while the cathedral train flowed elegantly behind me like a river of silk.I can barely recognized the person staring back at me in the mirror now. She looked...Radiant, Peaceful, HappyNot the frightened. Haunted. Broken girl.But the woman before me now… She looked hopeful. She looked like someone who had finally found her way home. A smile slowly spread across my lips.One week. Just one more week. Seven days from now. I would walk down the aisle and marry the man I loved. The thought alone sent a flutter of excitement racing through my chest. The head seamstress made one final adjustment near the hem before slowly standing. She stepped back, studying every angle with the critica
EMILY GRAYSON'S The boutique manager greeted us the moment we stepped through the grand glass doors, her welcoming smile as elegant as the boutique itself."Mrs. Antonio," she greeted respectfully, inclining her head toward Erina before turning to me. "Miss Emily, welcome back. We've completed every alteration exactly as requested."Erina's lips curved into a satisfied smile."I knew you would."She slipped her arm through mine, practically glowing with excitement."Come on, sweetheart," she said, gently tugging me forward. "I've been waiting for this moment for years."I couldn't help but laugh."You sound even more excited than I am.""I am."She didn't hesitate for a second."I've dreamed about seeing my son marry the woman he loves for longer than you can imagine."Her words settled warmly in my heart.Sometimes I still found it difficult to believe this incredible woman was talking about me.An assistant approached us with a kind smile."If you'll come with me, Miss Emily."I no
EMILY GRAYSON'S Erina glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as the car rolled through the peaceful mansion, Sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing her in a warm golden glow that somehow made her look even younger. She reached across the center console and gently squeezed my hand."I've waited years for this day," she confessed softness I smiled, tilting my head."For your son's wedding?" I teased. She laughed, the sound light and full of happiness."For that too."Then her smile softened.Her gaze lingered on me with so much affection that my chest tightened."But mostly..." she whispered, "...for the day I'd finally get to help my daughter choose the dress she'll wear as she begins the next chapter of her life." The words stole the air from my lungs."My daughter." Emotion caught unexpectedly in my throat.For a moment, I couldn't even find my voice."I..." I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. "I never imagined I'd hear someone call me that again."Her smile tremb
EMILY GRAYSON'S More than two months had passed since we returned from Santorini, Greece.Life had slowly found its rhythm again.The mansion, once transformed into a fortress by fear, uncertainty, and endless sleepless nights, had become a home once more.The gardens flourished beneath the warm Italian sun, their vibrant flowers stretching across the estate like living paintings. Marble fountains shimmered from dawn until dusk, their gentle melody blending with birdsong, while laughter drifted freely through the open windows.I smiled without forcing it.Not the hesitant, fragile smiles I'd worn after everything I had endured.These were genuine.Warm.Unrestrained.The kind that reached my eyes.The nightmares hadn't disappeared completely, but they no longer ruled my life.Slowly...Patiently...I was healing.I have started writing again.Not as the invisible ghostwriter hidden behind someone else's name like before.This time, I was writing for myself.For my own future.For my
***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S**After dropping Emily off at her place of work, I didn’t head back to the office. Instead, I turned toward my warehouse. There had been whispers, quiet ones. A side operation was growing bold under my nose: prostitution. Girls taken, used, and sold like inventory.
***EMILY'S GRAYSON'S***I found my apartment door unlocked, which immediately set me on edge. I clearly remembered locking it before I left—and it wasn’t Lexi. I had texted her on my way home; she was still with Haze. I hesitated outside, debating whether to go in or not, when the door sud
**ALEXANDER**“Alexander,” she whimpered. I kept thrusting in and out with my tongue, then went back to sucking her clit until she finally came on my face, screaming my name. Her face lazily turned looking down at me. Her lips were parted; her breathing was out of control.“You taste s
***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved







