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Frederico Grey VolkovThe day passed with surgical precision.Work was work, and I made sure of it. Liliana performed excellently — organized, sharp, and quietly efficient despite the obvious tension radiating from her body every time she entered my office. I kept our interactions strictly professional in front of others. No unnecessary words. No lingering touches. Just enough eye contact to remind her I was watching.By 10 p.m., the executive floor was empty. The cleaning crew had come and gone. Only the low hum of the city far below remained.A soft knock sounded on my door.“Come in.”Liliana stepped inside, tablet clutched to her chest like a shield. She looked exhausted but still unfairly beautiful — blouse slightly wrinkled from the long day, hair no longer perfectly neat, a few curls escaping.“Mr. Volkov,” she said politely, keeping her eyes on the floor. “I wanted to check if you’ll be leaving soon. Is there anything else you need before I go?”I leaned back in my chair, stud

Liliana MillerThe clock on the wall read 8:30 PM when I finally locked my office door, the sound echoing down the empty executive corridor like the final nail in another long, soul-crushing day. My shoulders ached. My feet throbbed inside my heels. All I wanted was to go home, peel off this stiff corporate armor, and disappear into a hot shower where no one could demand anything from me.But a sleek black box waited for me on the marble counter of the executive bathroom, tied with a blood-red ribbon that looked far too expensive for something meant for me. My name was written across the lid in elegant, masculine script.I swallowed hard, fingers trembling slightly as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.Inside lay the most dangerously beautiful dress I had ever seen.A short, backless brown gown — rich chocolate silk that shimmered under the bathroom lights like liquid sin. The fabric looked impossibly soft, the kind that would cling to every curve and whisper against skin with ev

Liliana MillerI had been awake for the past hour, lying perfectly still with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.It was a pathetic attempt.Every time Grey shifted beside me or let out a quiet breath, my heart jumped. I was terrified he would wake up, turn to me, and start touching me again. More terrified that I might not want him to stop.*What the hell is wrong with me?*I had slept with my ex’s stepfather. Willingly. Multiple times. In his house. While Alex was somewhere downstairs. The shame was so thick I could barely breathe through it. I prayed silently that Grey would leave the room first so I could slip out, shower, get dressed, and disappear without facing anyone.Finally, I heard him move. The bed dipped as he got up. I kept my breathing slow and even until I heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him.The second he was gone, I bolted.I rushed into the massive en-suite bathroom, heart hammering, and turned the shower on as hot as I could stand. I sc

Frederico Grey VolkovOne glance at Liliana’s email and I knew exactly what she was thinking.The message was polite on the surface — carefully worded resignation, mention of “unprofessional conduct,” a veiled threat to expose the “inappropriate nature” of our relationship if I didn’t accept her immediate termination. She even attached a copy of the contract clause she believed gave her an out. Cute. She still thought rules applied to her.I leaned back in my leather chair, reading the email twice, a slow smile spreading across my face. No sane man would let go of something this precious.And funny enough… I wasn’t sane.I could have ended this in minutes. A single call to my men and they would have tracked her phone, picked her up quietly, and delivered her back to the apartment. Handcuffed if necessary. Legs broken if she fought too hard. It would have been efficient. Clean.But that wouldn’t be funny now, would it?I wanted her to *choose* this. I wanted to watch her fight, to see

Alex Volkov My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel.The image was burned into my brain like a brand — Liliana, skirt bunched around her waist, riding my *father’s* cock right there on the side of the road. Windows down. Headlights on them like a fucking spotlight. His hand wrapped around her throat while she moaned and cried and came for him.I had tracked her phone. I’d done it out of worry after she disappeared from the gala with him. Stupid, lovesick idiot that I was. I thought I was going to save her.Instead I watched him claim her. Slowly. Possessively. Like she had always belonged to him and not me.“Fuck!” I slammed my palm against the wheel, vision blurring with angry tears. Three years. Three fucking years I had her. I cheated, yeah — I was weak, I got bored, I let Mia get too close — but Liliana was supposed to be *mine*. My future. The one pure thing in this toxic Volkov world.And now my stepfather — the man who raised me after my mother married him — had h