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All Chapters of Tainted Whispers: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Epilogue

Innessa stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked beautiful. The light, natural makeup looked so good on her. Her long hair cascaded down her back in waves as she donned a gorgeous white gown that made her look like a princess from a fairytale.The door was knocked twice before it was opened, and Harper stepped inside, donning a beautiful blue dress with silver diamonds. She looked ethereal.Harper beamed at Innessa as she stared at her in awe. " You look so beautiful," Harper praised her as she stepped closer, holding Innessa's hands in awe."My son is so lucky," Harper said and her eyes turned misty. "I always wanted a daughter like you," Harper said as Innessa pulled the woman in a gentle hug."I'm your daughter, the one you always wanted, Mom," Innessa said softly and Harper couldn't stop the tears as they brimmed her eyes. Pulling back, she retrieved a diamond ring from her finger, holding Innessa's hand she put the ring on her index finger. "My mother-in-law gave it to

Bonus Chapter

Issac grabbed her throat to keep her in place as he broke the kiss before sucking on her lips.She gasped at the sudden bite of his on her lower lip as he kissed her like he would eat her alive.Innessa didn't even get the chance to respond as he again kissed her wildly. His hand that was on her waist moved up slowly and he grabbed her left bosom in his big palm and squeezed it roughly.His heart drummed in his chest. It felt like he was touching her for the very first time.She jolted and stifled a moan as soon as he broke the kiss only for his lips to attack her neck. He gave feathery kisses on her neck and jawline as she clutched his bicep.She jostled when he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before continuing with the fondling of her breast over her dress.Innessa breathed in sharply when he abruptly switched their positions so now her front was pressed against the mattress and her back was to him. She could feel his hands on her back caressing her curves as he p

Forbidden Desires

Victor's Book...PrologueDarkness was a sanctuary for those who found peace in it. The type of darkness that not only hides your scars but would conceal your sins, your ugliest truths. There was always depth to it for those who wanted to reside in it.The dark, rosy clouds spread across the inky sky as the clouds roared above, swallowing the moon whole. Thunder cracked through the air, violent and unforgiving, as rain poured down in merciless sheets, drenching everything beneath it.Including her.Serena.She stood in the garden, unmoving, under the vast sky as rain poured down on her hard and fast. Rain clung to her skin, soaked through her thin dress, and traced every curve of her body, but she didn’t react. Her face tilted slightly toward the sky, eyes empty, as if she welcomed the storm.Or maybe… she deserved it.“You shouldn’t have come.”Her voice was quiet. Barely audible beneath the storm.But it was heard. Behind her, a shadow stilled.Victor.He stood at a distance, watch

1

The city bent to men like Victor. It breathed because he allowed it to. It survived because Victor chose not to destroy it. And tonight it felt restless.Victor Volkov stood behind his desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows stretching behind him, overlooking the glittering skyline and the magnificent skyscrapers. Rain had stopped hours ago, but the city still shimmered under its aftermath, the sparkling lights illuminated buildings, neon lights reflecting off wet streets like fractured diamonds.His fingers tapped against the polished glass and then stilled as he stared down at the file in front of him. It has been there since yesterday, and he still hasn't opened and checked it.He didn't want to. If he could, he'd rather burn it to ashes. He stopped tapping his finger, and the silence returned. Perfect. Controlled. Just the way he liked it.Grabbing the file, he gently placed it in the drawer and closed it. He was done with the paperwork for today as he walked over to the minibar and

2

The night should have ended at the gala, but it followed him home like something unfinished. The mansion stood in silence, vast and obedient, every light exactly where it should be, every shadow undisturbed. It was the kind of order Victor built his life on. Predictable. Controlled. Untouched.He walked past the main hall without slowing, his steps measured, his expression blank. The storm from earlier had long passed, but the faint scent of rain still lingered in the air. It should have been calming. It wasn’t.Instead of going to his room, he turned toward his study. The door opened with a quiet click, and the dim light inside flickered on, revealing the polished desk, the leather chair, and the file.It sat there exactly as it had yesterday, unopened, untouched, waiting. Victor walked forward and pulled the chair back. He sat down slowly, his movements deliberate, controlled. His hand rested on the file before he opened it.Page after page flipped beneath his fingers, each detail

3

He wasn’t what she expected.Serena stood in front of the mirror, her fingers resting lightly against the edge of the vanity. Her reflection stared back at her, calm, composed, untouched. Anyone looking at her would think she was perfectly fine, perfectly in control. But beneath that still surface, her thoughts were restless, circling back to him again and again.Though she might not show it, she was scared. She may appear calm and collected outside, but deep in her soul, she just wanted to run away and never be found. The girl was stressed for her life.He was worse than she had imagined. Not louder, not cruel in obvious ways, not reckless like the men she had always been warned about. Victor Volkov was controlled in a way that felt unnatural, almost unsettling. And men like him… didn’t break easily. The boutique lingered in her mind long after she returned home. Every glance he gave her, every silence he held, every word he chose not to say all replayed with quiet precision. She co

4

Silence had never been a problem for Victor. It was something he understood, something he controlled, something that obeyed him like everything else in his world. But Serena Moretti’s silence… was not the same. It wasn’t submission, nor was it fear in its simplest form. It was measured, deliberate, and that made it unpredictable.Victor stood near the window of his study, the city stretching endlessly beneath him like something that belonged to him. His gaze remained fixed outside, but his thoughts weren’t on the skyline. They were on her. Every movement, every word, every pause she had given him replayed with sharp clarity in his mind.She hadn’t resisted him in the boutique. She hadn’t argued, hadn’t challenged him, hadn’t even tried to provoke him. She had simply existed in his presence as if none of it affected her. As if his proximity also didn't affect her. That kind of calm was not natural. It was controlled, and Victor did not trust control; he did not understand.His jaw tigh

5

The moon was a cruel witness to Serena’s insomnia. It hung over the Moretti estate like a pale, judging eye, illuminating the cold reality she couldn’t escape. For hours, she had paced her room, the silk of her nightgown whispering against her legs, a sound that felt too loud in the suffocating silence.Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in that underground arena. She could still hear the sickening thud of Victor’s fist against bone, could still feel the phantom heat of his hand clamped around her waist. He had been testing her. He had dragged her into the belly of his beast just to watch her flinch.He wants a wife who is either a puppet or a victim, she thought, her jaw tightening. I will be neither.The realization settled in her gut like lead: the wedding was only days away. Her father, Lorenzo, was moving with a frantic urgency that smelled of desperation. He wasn’t just marrying her off; he was selling her for a shield. But Serena knew that if she could find a single th

6

The weight of the crown was nothing compared to the weight of a secret, and Serena Moretti was drowning in both.The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of her bedroom, casting long, pale ribs of light across the floor. It was a beautiful day, the kind of day that lied to you, pretending the world wasn't built on blood and broken promises. Serena sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection, but she didn't see the woman Victor Volkov had trapped against a desk the day before. She didn't see the "Ice Queen" of the Moretti empire.She saw a ghost.Her mind drifted back, unbidden, to the shadows of the past, to the jagged edges of a story that wasn't hers to tell, but was hers to carry. It was a story of a bet lost in a smoke-filled room, of a father who valued his territory more than his wife’s soul. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she did her best not to recall the past, but it wasn't in her control. The pain, the agony. Nothing was in her control.Lorenzo had traded a nigh

7

The final forty-eight hours of Serena Moretti’s freedom were a feverish dream of desperate joy and suffocating sorrow. Time, once a steady river, had become a torrential flood, threatening to sweep away the only piece of her heart that still beat with genuine warmth.She spent every waking second with Sarah. They became a single shadow drifting through the cold, echoing halls of the Moretti estate. Serena carved out a sanctuary for them, a world where the word "Volkov" didn't exist and the shadow of their father’s cruelty couldn't reach. They ordered mounds of food, Chinese takeout, cheesy burgers, piles of colorful donuts, spreading it all out like a feast for two queens about to lose their kingdom.At night, they slipped out. The city was a sprawling tapestry of neon and shadow, but for the first time, Serena didn't look at the skyscrapers as monuments of power. She looked at the ice cream parlor on the corner. They sat in a red vinyl booth, surrounded by a wall of silent, armed guar

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