Two days had p*ssed since that eventful day. And when Xander told me that he wanted me to see his newly acquired office building I accepted it. I was surprised at first, because I thought maybe Xander was not serious about this thing when he earlier mentioned it, but now I know that Xander never says things that couldn’t accomplish.During our car ride, I occasionally stole glances at Xander. I saw a small smile on his lips and then I blushed thinking about what he did to me early in this morning.I was sleeping when I felt the pressure on my pussy and there he was eating me like I was his favorite meal. Which in fact he told me that I was.He looked at me staring at him and placed his hand on my thigh, a little higher than I expected.“Gracie, I want to tell you something.” his voice soft.I nodded and he continued.“I will be honest with you, when you told me you don’t want to work with me in my company I was hurt. Your unwillingness to be in the same workspace as me stung and I am
Xander smirked at me and left the room. Confused, I followed him when he headed upstairs. I followed him until he was standing in the big conference room, which was practically empty, except for one desk and chair.I looked at him confused when he settled on the chair and asked me to come to him.“What is this?” I asked, my confusion evident in my voice.“You want to show me how grateful you are. So this is your chance.” He drawled.I laughed at his ridiculousness.“So what should I do now? Should I show my killer dance moves or my great singing voice?” I teased him and traced my finger on the desk.“Or you can try to seduce me,” he purred.“I did that, don't forget that.” I raised my brow at him and closed the distance between us. “Remember when you told me you can’t have s*x with me because I am a virgin. I seduced you and then you fu*ked me senseless.” I whispered.“You didn’t seduce me then, you made me angry. There is a difference.” he corrected me.“Yeah, right.” I laughed at hi
Lizzie’s POVImpatience clawed at me, gnawing at my nerves as I sat in the sterile, white-washed hospital room. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, making me feel nauseous, and the harsh fluorescent lights above hummed in an irritating, constant buzz.Dr. Richardson, a tall, bespectacled man with thinning gray hair, had been hovering around Emma's bedside for what felt like an eternity, his eyes darting between monitors and medical equipment.I couldn't stand the waiting any longer. My patience was running thin because of this dimwit I gave birth to, and the remaining had dwindled to nothing. "Doctor, for God's sake, how is she?" I snapped, my tone dripping with arrogance. The doctor glanced up at me, his expression momentarily hardening before he composed himself."Calm down, Mrs. Lizzie," he said, his voice low and steady as if trying to calm a volatile beast. And I didn’t miss the way he avoided calling me Mrs. Hawthorne. They all think I didn’t know why me and Emma were nev
Grace’s POVAfter dropping that bomb on me, Xander laughed out loud, telling me that he was just kidding. After cleaning, we continued touring around the office.“Your face was a scene to look at.” he chuckled.“So funny, I can’t even stop laughing. Ha ha.” I mocked him.We were on the other side of the building where the warehouse was, Xander was telling me that he was thinking of dismantling the building altogether and building a new open space that would be much better for the working environment, as we wolves feel caged in closed buildings when we have to work long hours.I agreed with his idea. As we both were talking more about our ideas my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID to see Daniel's name flashing on the screen. My heart sank as I answered the call, and his disappointment and anger were evident from the moment he spoke.“I can’t believe you. You not only harmed your sister, you didn’t even come to visit her once. How selfish are you.” he seethed through the phone.“Fi
The day of my trial arrived quickly, a looming specter of uncertainty and dread. I stood before the mirror in my small, dressed elegantly in a midnight-blue gown that clung to my form like a second skin. The dress was a choice made with purpose - to defy the accusations thrust upon me and to showcase my confidence in the face of adversity.Beside me, the person I had grown closer to with each p*ssing day, Xander, watched in silence. His brooding eyes, a stormy gray that mirrored the turmoil of his wolf, held a hint of surprise as they roamed over my figure. His presence was a balm to my frayed nerves, but there was no time to linger in the embrace of our budding emotions."Grace," he whispered my name, a promise and a plea in one, his voice low and soothing.I turned to face him, aware of the urgency of the impending trial. The accusations against me were dire, and my fate hung in the balance. Not only my position as heir was in danger but also Xander’s reputation was hanging by the t
“Miss. Grace Hawthorne, come forward and present us with your evidence or account of your event.” The Judge announced, making Emma’s face pale with fright.I stood up, I moved as I was about to head towards the podium, there was a little serene expression on Lizzie’s face, as if she knew that I had nothing to prove my innocence, but then to her shock, I turned back.With a steady hand, I retrieved a USB drive from my pocket, holding it up for all to see. "I request permission to play a video, a piece of evidence that will shed light on the events in question," I stated firmly, my voice unwavering.I looked at Xander and he smiled at me. I took a deep breath, to calm my nerves. Xander was here for me.My request sent a ripple of tension through the room. Daniel's face twisted with anger, his voice rising in protest. "This is nothing but a ruse to waste the court's time. This is a fabricated piece of evidence, a desperate attempt to smear my daughter's name!" he roared, his accusations
Lizzie’s POVAs we were escorted back to the Packhouse, the guards showed no signs of sympathy or concern for our predicament. The people who were always respectful towards me because of Daniel’s position were now openly glaring at me. Their indifference only added to the weight of the disaster that had just unfolded in that courtroom. For all three of us, this trial had been a catastrophe, but it was me who had the most to lose.I couldn't help but steal a furtive glance at Daniel. Over the years, I had played my part as the wicked seductress, using my body and the dark magic I possessed to ensnare him. I had kept him s*xually satisfied to keep him under my control. I had twisted his thoughts, manipulated his emotions, and made him cruel and malicious in ways he would never have been on his own.I made him hate his daughter, Grace, and made sure that she knew this. I wanted him to be cruel and his heart full of hatred, so my dark magic could function better, but now Emma’s one stupid
Lizzie’s POV“You are as good as dead. Emma.” I hissed at her, even though there was a difference between us and I said my words lightly she knew what they really meant.A venomous growl rumbled from deep within me as I advanced toward Emma. My steps were deliberate, my presence intimidating, and she, in turn, instinctively retreated. Panic flashed in her eyes as she realized the situation she was in.There was no way out for her.She wanted to cry for help, to scream for anyone who might come to her rescue, hard luck for that, because we were imprisoned in our own house, only because of her. Her fear had sealed her lips shut. As I closed the distance between us, she closed her eyes, her body trembling violently.My disappointment in her was immense, and I had no intention of sparing her now. With a cruel grip, I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. She winced in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her muffled cries fell on deaf ears.“Mom, please,” she cried a