Simone pushes Rohan against the door. “Shhh,” she whispers. She kneels before him and takes off his trousers. Her hands explore him, and he moans softly. “I’m so wet for you,” she says. Then she takes him inside her mouth. The sudden sensation makes Rohan lean over the door. Simone’s head bobs up and down his shaft. Soon, her saliva coats the length of his shaft, lubricating it further. He groans louder while she sucks harder on the tip, and her tongue swirls around it. He doesn’t last long. Soon, he takes hold of her head and starts fucking her mouth. “Fuck, yes!” he growls as Simone keeps sucking him. When he releases into her mouth, he lets go of her head, and she stands upright. She turns around and whispers, “I need you, Hansel. Fuck me now. I’ve been obedient, aren’t I?” She did, so he thrusts hard and fast against her while ensuring that he is deep inside her. He is certain that her shrill scream of pleasure can be heard all over the house. After she releases and drops to

The aftermath of the incident has shaken Rosalyn. Rohan knows it’s his fault, but now he must do something else—he needs to remove these frustrating sympathies for Rosalyn. If his revenge ever deviates from its path, he will hate himself! He must stick to the plan no matter what!Abruptly, Kyndra’s vision appears in his mind. It is like a raging storm, dark and brooding. Lightning flashes across her angry eyes, and her wild hair streams around her like the wind. He can feel the rage emanating from her as if it’s aimed at him.A sudden knock brings him back to reality. The door is locked, so he drags himself towards it. As he expected, it was the nosy Miss Tyrianne again.“I am not in your charge, Miss Tyrianne. I don’t want your advice,” he says, turning his back on her and moving back to the couch at the center of the room.She follows him and sits on the couch opposite him. “I know you still have a heart, Mr. Crago. And that’s why I think it’s you that we need. Especially after what

"Oh, please tell me you agreed to her proposition!" Tyrianne exclaims as Rohan retells her what Rosalyn has offered.“I did,” he answers. "You seem excited.""Why won't I be?! This is the best-case scenario, Mr. Crago! You will have Rosalyn's money without killing her, something that you can't even do!"He can also weaken Walton's financial capacity. However, he hasn't told Tyrianne who among the Twelve Elites is his actual target."By the way, when will you tell me who your primary target among the Twelve Elites is?" she asks as if reading his mind."Can't we just focus on Alston Crowder?" he asks. "He's got a lot of bank accounts in tax havens."Alston Crowder is one of the Twelve Elites, his next target. He is a businessman with many offshore accounts in countries with loose banking regulations. It's done in a way so he can hide his money from any kind of investigation. He also uses shell companies to launder money and uses legal loopholes to avoid paying taxes. And because of that

Rohan approaches the shoreline during sunrise. His gaze is drawn to a stunning figure standing beside a beach chair. She is wiping her body, her hair tied up behind her. She seems alone, and he watches as she twirls her beach towel around her body—her gaze focused on the horizon. He stops short, making it seem as if he is entranced by her beauty. He knows that Roy is standing guard over his mistress a few feet away. Rohan takes a deep breath. He has prepared for this and has been teaching surfing for a month. He studied for it, although he falsified his credentials. Besides, he insisted he work mainly on the admin tasks. “Hello,” he says, approaching Sara Crowder, Alston's younger sister. “Good morning,” he greets. She looks at him from head and toe, deciding whether he is worth her time. Inwardly, he wishes with all his might that he is her type. When she does not speak, he smiles and hands her a flyer. “We have a discount this month for our surfing lessons. You might want to try

It is an exclusive event, and by the time Rohan and Rosalyn arrived, the elegant ballroom is already filled with elites and Rohan can sense the rarified air of power and privilege that these people carry with them.“I really don’t think I should be here,” he whispers to Rosalyn, whose arm is intertwined around his.Rosalyn giggles. Lately, her mood is getting better, even if she already knows why he even approached her in the first place. “Don’t worry, Rohan. You are more good-looking than any of them here.”“I don’t mean physically.”“If it’s financially, you don’t have to worry about it as well. No one can defeat my financial power.” She tiptoes and then places a kiss on his cheeks. “And everything I have, you can use for your revenge,” she whispers.An usherette welcomes them and takes them into one of the tables. Seated, Rohan’s eyes travel around the hall. There is only one reason they attended this party—Sara Crowder—who is sitting in the far corner. She is with an older man wit