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The Good Girl

Eden’s POVDay twelve.The hunger had moved past the point of a sharp ache and into a dull, constant thrum that lived in my bones. I spent most of my time in my room, staring at the walls, the image of the dungeon burnt into my retinas. My skin was still tender, the faint yellowing of bruises a map of a night I couldn’t forget. I didn't try to leave. I didn't try to seduce anyone. I had become the "good girl" Silas demanded, but the silence I maintained was heavier than any words I could have spoken.The mansion felt different. The air was pressurised, a storm front moving through the hallways. It wasn't just me anymore; the "starvation" was a poison that had leaked into the men who had designed it. I could hear it in the way doors were slammed and the low tones of voices echoing through the vents.I was sitting by my window, watching the rain streak the glass, when I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway outside. They stopped right outside the study, which was adjacent to my b

Two dicks in my mouth

Eden’s POVDay thirteen. The penultimate night.I lay on top of the covers in my silk slip. I wasn't sleeping. I was just waiting for the clock to move.The lock clicked. The door opened and two shadows stepped inside. The lock turned again."Eden?" Luca whispered.I didn't move. I felt the mattress sink as a weight settled on each side of me."We know we’re not supposed to be here," Felix said. His voice was raw. "Daniel would have our heads. Silas would enjoy the target practice. But we couldn't do another night."I rolled over. Luca and Felix were in black t-shirts and joggers. Luca brushed hair from my forehead. His hand stayed against my temple."You look small, Eden," Luca said. "Since the dungeon, I haven't been able to close my eyes without seeing you in that chair. My hands shake on the controls when I fly.""We thought we were teaching you the hierarchy," Felix added, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed. "But watching you fade away is the worst torture of the

Taking Turns

Eden’s POVDaniel didn’t break the kiss until he felt the shift in the room. He wasn't a fool. His hand stayed tangled in my hair, but his eyes drifted to the dark, fresh bruises on my neck—marks that hadn't been there when I was taken to the dungeon.The silence turned lethal. Silas stepped into the light, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of his brothers on my skin. He looked at Luca, then at Felix. The tension between them was a physical weight, a violent electricity that threatened to tear the unified front apart before the night even began."You broke the decree," Silas growled, his hand moving toward the holster at his hip."We didn't fuck her, Silas," Felix said, his voice level but defiant. "But we weren't going to let her rot while you played at being the Butcher."Daniel didn't let them start a war. He tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head back further. "It doesn't matter," he said, his voice like grinding stones. "The clock is at zero. The starvation ends

Oh Fuck, Princess, Daddy loves it

Eden’s POVThe five men were occupied elsewhere in the estate, likely recovering or discussing the fallout of the last fourteen days. I didn't ask permission. I went to the garage, took the keys to one of the black sedans, and drove out of the gates. No one stopped me.The drive to the Schmidt mansion outside New York took two hours. When I arrived, the guards at the gate recognized the car and waved me through. I parked and walked inside. The house was quiet. I checked the main rooms, but I only saw the domestic staff and security. I knew where he would be.I walked to Daddy’s study. I didn't knock. I opened the door quietly and slipped inside. He was sitting behind his massive desk, his laptop open. He was wearing a headset, his eyes focused on the screen. He was in the middle of a conference meeting.He looked at me for a split second, his expression unchanging, and then went back to his screen. He was speaking in German. I couldn't understand a word of what the people on the other

Does the boys knows you are Lilian's daughter?

Eden’s POVThe house helper had left a simple black dress in the bathroom for me. After I showered, I put it on and followed her to the dining room. I found Daddy already seated at the head of a long, dark wood table. There were no candles, no flowers—just two plates and the silence of a man who didn't feel the need to fill the air with noise.He looked at me as I sat down, and the intensity of his gaze was physical. I felt like I was being watched by a hawk, his eyes cataloging every movement, every shift in my posture. He didn't offer a greeting. He didn't pull out my chair. He simply waited for me to settle into the space he had provided."Does the boys know you are Lilian's daughter?" he asked.The question hit me like a physical blow. I froze, my hand hovering over the napkin. The only people who knew the truth were Daniel, Silas, and Luca. I had been careful to keep that part of my history buried, knowing how deep the resentments in this family could run. I hadn't expected the h

The City in Flames

Daniel’s POVThe silence in the garage was more violent than any scream. I stood staring at the empty space where the black sedan should have been, the cold air of the underground level biting through my shirt. My heart wasn’t racing; it had slowed to a lethal thud.Fourteen days. We had spent fourteen days maintaining a wall of discipline that would have broken a lesser family. We had starved her, tested her, and finally reclaimed her in a night of unified possession that should have anchored her to this house forever. And yet, the moment our eyes were turned, she had vanished."The GPS is scrambled," Silas roared, his voice echoing off the concrete walls as he slammed his fist into the hood of the SUV next to him. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. "She took the keys from the valet box. She’s been gone for nearly ninety minutes. If she’s at a private airfield, she’s already out of the state.""She isn't at an airfield," I said, my voice a low vibration. "Eden doesn't r

These People are crazy

Lilian’s POVThe drive to the Schmidt estate was fuelled by a cold desperation. For three days, the whispers had been growing louder in the circles I clawed my way into. Eden was back. Not just back, but ensconced in Daniel’s world like she belonged there. I knew Daniel’s schedule like a prayer; on a Tuesday afternoon, he was buried in board meetings at the Schmidt Tower, miles away from the silent walls of his mansion. He wouldn't be there to shield her. He wouldn't be there to lie for her.I stepped out of my car, smoothing my designer skirt. The security at the gate had been surprisingly lax—or perhaps they had simply been told to let the "ghost" in. I walked through the foyer, my heels clicking sharply against the marble. The house felt empty, draped in a heavy, expensive silence that made the hair on my arms stand up. I checked the parlor, the dining room, and Daniel’s study. Nothing.I followed the trail of discarded clothes toward the rear of the house, where the floor-to-ceili

They Like to put a show

Lilian’s POVThe drive to the Schmidt Tower was a blur of frantic, triumphant energy. I had the video. I had the proof that would finally tear the golden girl from her pedestal. I had seen Luca’s raw, pulsing arrogance by the pool, but I brushed it off as the bravado of a boy who knew he’d been caught. Daniel was different. Daniel was a man of order, a man who protected his territory with a lethal, quiet intensity. He wouldn't tolerate his son’s hands—or anything else—on the woman he had claimed.I bypassed his secretary with a sharp glare, pushing through the heavy oak doors of his top-floor office. Daniel was behind his desk, the skyline of Manhattan sprawling behind him like a kingdom. He didn't look up immediately. He was signing a stack of documents, the scratching of his pen the only sound in the room."You need to see this, Daniel," I said, my voice trembling with the weight of my victory.He paused, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes were cold, as they always were when they la

The Cost of Ignorance

Lilian’s POVThe city felt like it was closing in on me. The neon lights of Manhattan, once so welcoming and full of promise, now felt like cold, judgemental eyes. Every shadow seemed to hold a secret I wasn’t privy to. I had run out of allies. I had run out of secrets. But the questions Daniel had left me with were like glass shards in my mind, cutting deeper every time I tried to ignore them.Brothers. A father. An Asset.I needed to know how deep the rot went. I needed to know if fighting for my place next to Daniel meant I would eventually be forced to submit to Luca—or worse, to men I hadn’t even met yet. The thought of Luca's hands on me made my skin crawl, but the thought of losing the Schmidt empire made me feel like I was disappearing entirely.There was only one man left who played in the same dark, filthy circles as the Schmidts, even if he was a scavenger compared to their apex predator status.Klaus.The elevator ride up to his penthouse was suffocating. I checked my refl

Who the fuck is Klaus?

Eden’s POVThe city had a way of feeling like a cage, even when the doors were wide open. After the intensity of the mansion and the silent, heavy gravity of the Schmidt men, I needed a pocket of the world that didn't smell like expensive cigars or ancient, possessive bloodlines. I needed Claire.Claire’s restaurant was a small, bustling sanctuary in the heart of the city—the kind of place where you could smell garlic, fresh herbs, and honest work. It was the only place where I felt like Eden, not the "Asset" or the centrepiece of a Pact, but just a woman sitting at a scarred wooden table.I was nursing a glass of water, watching Claire move behind the counter with the effortless grace of someone who owned her space. She caught my eye and winked, a silent promise that she’d be over the moment the lunch rush dipped. I tried to relax, but a prickle of unease crawled up my spine. It was a sensation I had grown accustomed to lately, the feeling of being watched, not by the protective, hun

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