The Dinner

The heavy scent of Sebastian’s skin and the sharp tang of spilled beer eventually faded from her skin, replaced by the clinical, suffocating aroma of expensive floral arrangements and floor polish. Two weeks had passed since that reckless afternoon in the locked room upstairs. Two weeks of heavy silences, stolen glances across crowded rooms, and the relentless, suffocating march of high-society expectations. Now, the reality of her situation sat heavily on the mahogany desk in her shared apartment with her friend pricellia. Engraved heavy cardstock rested between Celestia’s trembling fingers. The elegant gold calligraphy practically screamed its finality: The marriage of Celestia to Marco Sinclair. First Saturday of October. The date was set. There was no rolling it back, no ignoring the transactional alliance that bound her family’s fading legacy to the Sinclair empire. She was the lamb being led to the slaughter, and the date of the execution had officially been stamped. The heav

The Golden Cage

The heavy silk of the wedding dress felt less like a garment and more like a gilded shroud.Celestia sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor-length mirror. The lace sleeves clung tightly to her arms, and the massive tulle skirt billowed around her, pinning her to the mattress under its sheer weight. On the mahogany nightstand, her phone vibrated against the wood for the twentieth time that morning.Sebastian.The screen flashed his name, a lifeline she desperately wanted to reach for. But Don’s parting words from two weeks ago remained burned into her mind, cold and precise: I will strip him of his inheritance and exile him so far from this city he will become a ghost.A single tear cut through the flawless makeup the stylists had spent three hours perfecting. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her hands to stay clamped in her lap. Forcing him away was the only weapon she had left to protect him. If she answered, if she heard the desperate, volatile edge in his voice

The Cold Threshold

The ink on the marriage certificate was dry, and with it, Celestia’s fate was sealed.The reception had been a blur of flashing cameras, strained smiles, and congratulations that felt like death sentences. By midnight, Marco had driven her to his private estate a sprawling, limestone fortress tucked away from the city, surrounded by towering iron gates and dense rows of black pines. It wasn't a home; it was a secure compound meant to keep people out, or keep them in.As soon as the heavy front doors clicked shut behind them, the polite facade Marco had worn all evening vanished. He loosened his silk tie, tossing it onto a marble console table without looking at her. The silence of the massive house settled over them immediately, heavy and freezing."Let us get one thing straight, Celestia," Marco said, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth. He turned to face her, his dark eyes cold as flint. "This marriage is a business transaction. Nothing more. Your family gets their financial lif

All Chapters of Stripper's love: Addicted to Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

The Dinner

The Golden Cage

The Cold Threshold