Isabelle’s Point of View:*Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if it doesn't interest you.*He undressed me slowly, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced my body, from my belly down to my thighs, igniting anticipation within me."You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice oozing with seduction. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react now that all my dreams were becoming a reality.His touch reached my most intimate area, causing me to let out a small gasp. Even though my eyes were shut, I could sense his gaze fixed upon me."Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell me what you like."As soon as he finished speaking, his finger made contact with my delicate folds, and he began to stroke them up and down. I let out a slow moan; his touch was working wonders, and I was already incredibly aroused, even though he hadn't even truly begun."I..." I began to respond, but he interrupted me, keeping his finger in place and leanin

Isabelle’s Point of View:The smile on my face turned into a mortified look.“Achilles, who—how—”He took his phone back and exhaled. “I don’t know, Bella.”“But this is impossible, right? I mean, how can someone—isn’t this place a little too secure for that?”The video he showed me on his phone was a sex tape of us. Someone had recorded us last night… and I had no idea how it was even possible. My mind was messed up thinking about the consequences.‘I know.” He rubbed his forehead to relieve his tensed muscles. “You’ll not be affected by this, Bella. I will do something.”“What if Mr. Roman…”“I’m aware.” He looked at me. “That’s my biggest concern. If someone recorded this, it means that someone is onto us. That also means that they know most things about us and they might send this to dad. But even if that happens, be well aware that I won’t let anything happen to you.”I sighed. “If Mr. Roman comes to know about this, you wouldn’t be able to do anything.”He looked down. “I will

Achilles’ Point of View“I hate you. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me, to us and how you used me. I hate you Achilles and you’re unlovable.”I read the message on my phone and a deep breath left my mouth. I breathed heavily as I kept my phone down.Her words echoed in my mind. “You’re unlovable,” I whispered to myself, believing it with my heart. “Of course, I am.”I felt like I had a tear in my eyes—I didn’t know I could even cry. I hadn’t cried in a very long time and there was no reason to cry now.It was so much better, she was out of this hellhole. She was going to lead a good life and so was someone else—that’s all that I could’ve ever wanted.I wiped my tears and covered myself with the bed sheets. It was all going to be over, this sadness and her words—I knew it. I deserved everything she said to me, I deserved it all and even if it hurt—hate came naturally to others around me.…The sunlight hit my face early in the morning the next day. I hadn’t slept, but I knew

Isabella (Nicole)’s Point of View: “Yes, I will drink and I will get it myself,” I said to one of the guys who was trying to get me a drink in the bar. I turned around and looked at Cole and his friends sitting at a table at a distance. I had just excused myself a few seconds before to get my drink when this guy walked up to me, offering a drink—with some hidden terms, for sure. He shrugged and left me alone. I exhaled and went to take my drink before heading back to the table. As I was just about to reach back, I noticed someone sitting at the farthest table. He was looking at me continuously, his eyes focused without even blinking. I looked back at the person in a similar way. Even if I couldn’t see him well because of the distance, he seemed to be familiar. The man looked away as soon as I stared back and I looked down. Maybe I was just being paranoid for no reason. I shook my head and was about to check on the person, just in case, but Charlie suddenly called me: “Hey, Nico

Nicole's POV: After taking a refreshing bath, I headed to work. When I arrived, Cole was already busy working, and his face lit up with a smile as soon as he saw me. I made my way to the serving counter and started assisting the customers. Cole came up behind me. "You look really beautiful, Nic," he complimented. I blushed and glanced down. "You're not so bad yourself." He shook his head and chuckled before going off to serve the food. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath, feeling like I was almost mentally cheating on him. What was wrong with me? The dream I had last night was incredibly sinful, and despite knowing it was wrong in so many ways, the worst part was that it actually fe