Chapter One Hundred And Seventy One Selena’s POVI was getting so impatient because I wanted more of Elijah and he was busy taking care of business which was taking so long when my hands decided to get busy. *Mmmmn* I jerked my hand out between my legs, mortification slamming through me like a wrecking ball. I clutched my bathrobe against my chest and scrambled for the edge of the bed. I couldn’t stay in a room with Elijah , not after what he’d just seen. I’d embarrassed myself enough today, but Elijah barred my way, suddenly in front of me. His tall form loomed over me. I threw my head back to meet his gaze. They were more animated than I’d ever seen them. He looked almost angry but I knew better , he looks like a beast when he gets really horny too . “No Red,” he said quietly.I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. Then he leaned over me until I lay flat on my back again and he towered above me. His jacket fell open and encased me to both sides like a soft prison. I searched his fac

Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Three Elijah and Selena lay side by side in their cozy bed, bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He reached out and tenderly brushed his fingers through her silken hair, each stroke a silent declaration of his affection. The room was hushed, save for the soft rustling of their breaths and the faint hum of distant traffic.Selena's eyes glistened with emotion as she looked up at Elijah. There was a depth of love in his eyes that never failed to touch her heart. She nestled closer, seeking the warmth of his embrace, and he welcomed her with open arms.For a while, they lay there, wrapped in each other's presence, finding solace in the silence that bound them together. Elijah continued to run his fingers through her hair, savoring the feel of every strand against his skin. It was a ritual, a way for him to convey the words he often found so difficult to say aloud.As minutes turned into hours, Selena's thoughts began

Chapter One Hundred And Seventy FiveHenry stood on the bustling streets of Dubai, his eyes fixed on the sleek, crimson Ferrari glistening under the scorching sun. It was a masterpiece of engineering, a symbol of status and power that he could only dream of owning. The Arabian sun beat down relentlessly, but the heat was nothing compared to the burning desire within him.As he watched the car's owner climb into the driver's seat with a casual grace, a surge of emotions welled up inside Henry. He had grown up in a world of wealth, surrounded by opulence and luxury. His family had always held a place at the top of the social hierarchy, and he had never wanted for anything. But now, standing here, he felt like an outsider in his own city.Henry's heart ached with longing as he thought about his own modest means. His financial situation had taken a nosedive in recent years, leaving him struggling to make ends meet. Gone were the days of lavish vacations and extravagant dinners. He was now

Chapter One Hundred And Seventy SevenElijah, the imposing mafia boss, stood alone in his dimly lit gym, surrounded by the scent of sweat and determination. His clenched fists told a story of simmering rage, a response to the challenge that had ignited a fire within him. The rival, a newcomer to this ruthless world, had dared to taunt him, and Elijah couldn't let it slide. In his mind, he knew that mastering the art of boxing and wrestling would be the key to defending his honor.The room echoed with the faint hum of fluorescent lights as Elijah approached the punching bag. He wore no fancy gear or robes; he wanted this training to be raw and authentic. His broad shoulders flexed as he struck the bag with controlled fury. Each punch was a manifestation of his pent-up anger, a message to his rival that he wasn't to be underestimated.Elijah's trainer, an old-timer with a rugged face and a lifetime of experience, watched from the sidelines. He knew that this wasn't just about physical p

Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Nine Nicki stood alone in the dimly lit living room, her gaze fixed on the photograph displayed on the television screen. Her heart clenched with a potent mix of anger and jealousy. The image captured her sister Selena and her husband Mark, locked in an intimate embrace. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic boxing ring where Mark had just triumphed in a deadly match.As Nicki stared at the image, a torrent of emotions surged within her. Anger smoldered beneath the surface, a seething fire fueled by the undeniable betrayal she felt. Selena was her sister, someone she had trusted with her deepest secrets and confidences. To see her locked in an affectionate hug with Mark felt like a betrayal of the highest order.Jealousy, too, clawed at her insides. She couldn't help but compare herself to Selena, her sister's beauty and charm seemingly effortless. Selena had always been the one to captivate everyone's attention effortlessly, but this was different. M