Ashley Electricity crackles down my body as he roughly takes my lips in his. I'm caught off guard, and without thinking, I instinctively clasp his shirt, seeking support as my legs start to weaken. It's as if a switch flips in my mind. His touch has this magnetic pull, and suddenly an unfamiliar emotion begins to stir in my heart.I gulped nervously, attempting to push myself away from him, but my efforts were futile. At that moment, a heavy sensation pooled in my panties, making me acutely aware of the stickiness between my inner thighs. I shrank within his tight grip, feeling as if a powerful wave crashed over my trembling body. Biting down on my tongue, I desperately try to stifle the moan that's on the verge of escaping. My nails dig into his skin, but he remains unyielding. What's going on with him? Oh god... I can feel his boner, and just when I think things can't get any more intense, the entrance door suddenly swings open, jolting him back to his senses."Sir, Damien!!"
“Who is this pretty lady standing over there?” My heart skipped a beat as Damien turned to look at me. I could feel my heart pounding, and the silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, nerves took hold of me, and I regretted clearing my throat earlier to draw their attention. Now, I was worried that this demon might ridicule me or even introduce me as his personal assistant.But to my surprise, a small smile quickly breaks through his lips. "She is my wife," he said, his gaze still fixed on me. Boom! My heart skipped a beat and somersaulted several times as our eyes locked. "Wife," Mrs. Caterina muttered confusedly before a wild smile broke through her old wrinkled face. "You mean Mrs. Ashley...?" She turned to stare at Damien with curiosity. "Yes..." he turned and nodded gently at her.And just like a flash, someone rushed towards me and embraced me tight in a motherly hug. I was caught off guard and felt the urge to nervously back away, but the warmth that
Ashley's POV:Filling the room with an electric atmosphere, the DDW hotel in Los Angeles buzzed with the presence of wealthy individuals. Damien Albrecht's grand party for the opening of their new company was the talk of the town.Damien Albrecht, the supposed heir to the Albrecht group and the world's youngest billionaire, was known for his involvement in various businesses, including rumors of drug dealings and leading a small mafia group. His name alone struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross his path. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spine. A human with no heart, a heartless, ferocious demon, and a nightmare to whoever obstructs his way at least that was how the rumors described him to be. Although I had only seen him through the media, Damien Albrecht had become my ideal man. Despite the rumors surrounding his dark and mysterious reputation, I couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of seeing him in person. My anticipation grew as I hu
It's heartbreaking to think about what happened. I never imagined I'd end up in this situation. Losing my virginity to a random guy in a hotel room just days before my wedding with my fiancé... it feels like a nightmare. As I wake up, naked and clutching onto a heavy woolen duvet, I see a muscular stranger peacefully sleeping beside me. Tears stream down my face as the harsh reality sinks in. I close my eyes, hoping against hope that this is all just a terrible dream. But when I open my eyes again, the white walls of the hotel room remind me that it's all too real. I can't bear to look at the man lying next to me, afraid that it will only reopen the wounds. But as he stirs, it brings me back to the present. I quickly get dressed, stumbling out of the room, my appearance disheveled and unkempt. Slamming the door shut, I refuse to take one last glance at the man with whom I had a scandalous encounter with last night.I rushed out of the foyer, my heart pounding with anticipation, as I
As I pushed the door open, a chilling silence enveloped the room. The atmosphere felt eerie and ominous, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It was as if the very air was frozen with an unsettling presence. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me.The atmosphere in Daniel Harlow's house has never been this tense, I could feel the tension hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. It was a stark contrast to the usual atmosphere, even more intense than when he had brought his side chick, who happened to be Olivia's mother, into the picture. Memories of my mother's passing flooded my mind, adding to the already palpable heaviness in the room. As I ventured further into the lounge, the thick tension in the air became even more palpable. My eyes locked onto a towering figure seated on the couch, emanating an aura of masculine intensity with a deep scowl etched across his face. It was impossible to ignore his imposing presence, adding to the already charged atmosphere."
As I sat beside my bed, curled up in a ball, a sudden knock echoed through the room. The sound sent a jolt of surprise through me, and I quickly composed myself. Margaret, our house servant who had taken on the role of a mother figure since my own mother's passing, entered the room. "I've been informed by Mr. Harlow to come and assist you, Miss Ashley," she said with a reassuring smile.With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself up from the floor. The weight of my circumstances seemed unbearable, and the thought of facing my wretched destiny loomed over me. I think that I just need to face my miserable fate. "I need to pack," I said quietly, puffing out a breath. "Tomorrow is my wedding," "Oh, really!" She grinned, not even bothering to inquire about the details. Maybe she hadn't caught wind of the internet buzz or perhaps she assumes it's about Mason. Either way, I stick to my vague reference, not quite ready to face her probing questions. I yank out two suitcases from my closet and plonk
It was already morning and the cold winter breeze in Los Angeles serves as a gentle reminder that Christmas is fast approaching. The holiday spirit fills the air as people prepare for the joyous festivities ahead. The squirting sounds of the squirrels hopping from one cinnamon tree to another fill the air, but their discordant melody is nothing compared to the pain that weighs heavily on my heart. The dissonance of nature mirrors the turmoil within.I stood in the middle of my room, gazing at my reflection, adorned in a breathtaking ensemble for my wedding with Damien. I couldn't deny that I looked stunning, but deep down, this wasn't the marriage I had envisioned. It pained me to think that my special day would be overshadowed by sorrow and heartache.Margaret has worked her magic, skillfully concealing the dark circles under my eyes with layers of foundation and makeup, transforming my face into a stunning sight. One would think I should be overjoyed, right? But despite the outward
I looked at my father, my gaze pleading for him to take back his word and stop this marriage from happening. He wasn't even looking at us, and I knew one thing... I just need to face the reality, he has made up his mind. Inhaling sharply, I stared back at the man in front of me with so much anger and pain. "I... do," the word trembled out of my lips. It takes immense strength to make such a decision in the face of adversity. "Do you, Damien Albrecht, accept Ashley……." "We are done," Damien barked out, shutting the priest who quivered in fear, having him swallow the rest of his words. He gave me a long disgusted look, not bothered to hide his remark. I shrank back a bit under his fierce look, "I think that we're done here, I have to go home with my wife," he snorted, but despite the calmness of his voice, I was able to detect the danger in them. "I, therefore, declare you two husband and wife," the priest proclaimed, sealing our union. The priest had barely a few words to say bu