Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"
In the dimly lit presidential suite, the air was thick with the heat of passion.
The entwined couple on the bed reached their climax together, two satisfied groans escaping their lips as they breathed heavily, caught in the afterglow.
Katherine Gill lay still, her face buried in the plush pillow, her breath still uneven, a faint flush coloring her skin.
Vincent Murphy's hand slipped away from her collarbone, brushing aside her silky hair to reveal the delicate curve of her neck.
He leaned down, his lips pressing soft, warm kisses against her skin, causing a slight tremor to run through her body.
The room, once calm, now buzzed with a rekindled intensity.
Suddenly, the phone by the bedside buzzed, breaking the spell.
Vincent paused, his long arm reaching out to grab his phone.
Katherine's eyes fluttered open, curiosity piqued as she watched him stand, moving toward the bathroom with the phone in hand.
The bathroom door shut, but Katherine's ears caught the faint sound of a soft female voice calling Vincent's name.
Her heart sank like a stone, pulled down by a wave of sinking certainty.
The warmth in her eyes faded as the whispered rumors of Vincent's impending engagement resurfaced, turning her stomach.
For five years, she had been Vincent's secretary, and for three of those, his secret lover.
But now, she could feel the change. He had always answered calls openly before, never hiding them from her.
Never before had he interrupted their intimacy for a call-yet this time, something was different.
It was clear that whoever was on the other end of that line held more than just his attention.
Katherine's mind raced as she processed the overwhelming truth: her time with Vincent was running out.
The sound of water running from the bathroom filled the room.
Katherine's eyes grew dull as she tried to collect her conflicting emotions.
Being his lover was one thing, but she refused to be the reason another woman's marriage fell apart. She would never allow herself to become the kind of person she deeply resented.
When Vincent stepped out of the bathroom, he was wearing a robe, droplets of water still clinging to his damp hair.
Katherine was already seated on the sofa, fully dressed and reviewing Vincent's upcoming schedule on her laptop.
Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her neckline, slightly open, revealed faint marks from their passionate encounter.
Vincent's eyes lingered on them, his breath catching as the desire he had suppressed briefly resurfaced.
"Mr. Murphy, your dinner with a business partner is scheduled for eight tonight."
Katherine's indifferent tone snapped Vincent out of his thoughts.
Her tone conveyed the impression that their relationship was purely professional, nothing more.
Vincent loathed Katherine's composed and logical manner-the way she so effortlessly drew a line between work and intimacy once they were out of bed.
His brows knitted together, his voice still rough, laced with a strange mix of irritation and coldness. "Get a driver to take me back to Sacford immediately."
Katherine's gaze shot up, caught off guard. "Now?"
"Yes."
The words hung between them, and Katherine fought the urge to ask if his abrupt decision had anything to do with the woman on the other end of the phone.
But she knew her place-she had no right to question him.
To Vincent, she was nothing more than a lover-someone he could easily cast aside with money.
As she absorbed the weight of this, Vincent moved toward her, his presence commanding and sudden.
Katherine quickly lowered her gaze, focusing on the screen of her laptop. "Mr. Murphy, this collaboration is crucial for the company," she said, trying to maintain control.
Without warning, Vincent grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to force her gaze to meet his.
At the same time, he shoved his leg between hers, forcing her knees apart.
His raw, aggressive energy overwhelmed her.
Katherine felt a flush of anger and humiliation-this wasn't the Vincent she knew.
Six months ago, he had been tender, patient, but now...
Now, he was unpredictable, cruel, in ways that left her reeling.
A few droplets of water from his hair dripped onto her neck, tracing down her skin and sending a shiver through her body.
Her legs instinctively pressed together, trembling from the cold sensation.
That small, involuntary reaction only fueled Vincent's desire.
He had originally intended to have her perform oral sex, but now, he couldn't resist pulling her up into his arms, kissing her fiercely.
The sting in her arm from his forceful grip barely registered as her mind was swept away by the depth of his kiss.
They always knew how to make each other burn with desire-he knew her sensitive spots, and she knew his.
He sucked at her neck, biting gently, pushing her to the edge of madness, until she tilted her head, desperate for more.
Just as quickly as he had pulled her in, Vincent suddenly shoved her away.
Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"
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Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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