Rhys sat in the dimly lit living room of the Rhodes mini house, a bottle of whiskey open on the small table in front of him. The light flickered slightly, casting shadows across the room as he leaned back into the worn leather chair. His mind wandered as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the sides. The house was eerily quiet—just the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant hum of traffic outside. It had been days since he left the mansion. Days since he stormed out, unable to face the betrayal he felt after the scandal had unfolded. His mind had been spinning ever since, torn between rage and confusion. Now, sitting in solitude, those emotions festered in the silence.His phone buzzed on the table, interrupting his thoughts. Rhys glanced at it, the name “Wifey” lighting up the screen. His jaw clenched. **Denera**. It was the tenth time she had called since he left. The sight of her name triggered a swell of emotions—anger, frust
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the bedroom. The hum of the world outside seemed to melt away as Paul and Rachel lay together in bed, their bodies intertwined beneath the cozy warmth of the blanket. Rachel had her head resting on Paul’s chest, her ear pressed against him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was her favorite sound at the end of a long day, the one thing that reminded her she was safe, no matter how chaotic things got at work.Paul gently stroked her hair, but his mind was far away. His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. He wasn’t sure why it was so hard to plan the perfect proposal. He had bought the ring weeks ago—carefully choosing something that was as simple yet elegant as Rachel herself. But every time he thought he’d found the perfect moment to ask, he would second-guess himself. Should it be a grand gesture, or something intimate? A romantic dinner, or a spontaneous
The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of the Majestic Skies building, casting soft golden rays across the marble floors of the sleek corporate lobby. Employees bustled about, focused on their tasks, their footsteps echoing softly in the expansive space. But there was an undercurrent of tension in the air, at least for Paul and Rachel, as they made their way toward Ethan’s office.Paul walked slightly ahead, his mind still replaying last night’s conversation. He’d promised Rachel that they would talk to Ethan about Mr. Mark Dave’s suspicious behavior, but something about it made him uneasy. It wasn’t just the mystery surrounding the shady board member, it was the potential danger that came with it. Beside him, Rachel was quiet, her brow furrowed in concentration. She had been replaying the events of the previous day in her mind over and over again, every detail feeling more critical with each passing hour. She just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger w
As soon as Paul left Ethan’s office, the heavy oak door barely had a chance to settle before it opened again. The faint click of high heels against the polished marble floors caught Ethan's attention, and he looked up to see Denera Rhodes gracefully stepping inside. She was a vision of elite beauty and power, dressed in a sleek, tailored navy dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair was swept back into an elegant updo, not a strand out of place, and a delicate diamond necklace sparkled at her neck. Everything about her appearance screamed perfection, from the subtle shimmer of her makeup to the poised confidence in her posture. She moved with the grace of someone accustomed to commanding attention, and Ethan couldn’t deny that she looked every bit the part of a high-born member of the elite.“Good morning, Ethan,” she greeted, her voice smooth and measured, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath the surface. Her eyes flicked to the door where Paul had j
The room was dim, curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun. Gerald lay sprawled on a king-sized bed, two women nestled close to him, their bodies entwined under the soft, silk duvet that barely concealed their nakedness. The scent of perfume and sweat still lingered in the air, the remnants of the indulgence from the night before. One of the women stirred slightly in her sleep, her arm draped lazily across his chest. Gerald, caught between them, breathed steadily, lost in a deep nap.The steady buzz of his phone, vibrating against the polished wood of the nightstand, cut through the quiet. It jolted Gerald awake, his eyes squinting in the dim light. Groaning, he reached out, feeling for the phone with his hand, careful not to wake the women beside him. His fingers finally found the device, and he pulled it closer to his face, blinking away the sleep. The name "Denera" glowed on the screen.He answered with a half-muttered, “Yeah, what’s up this time?” His voice was still thick
The front door creaked open as Ethan stepped into the house, the day’s weight heavy on his shoulders. His tie was loosened, the first sign of relief after hours of meetings and pressing issues. The warm aroma of dinner wafted from the kitchen, filling the air with the comfort of home. He paused, noticing Sandra’s silhouette at the stove, her back turned to him as she hummed softly to herself.A mischievous grin crossed Ethan’s face. He crept silently toward her, making sure not to give away his presence. Step by step, he approached, careful not to alert her. When he was finally close enough, he slipped his hands over her eyes, a playful “Guess who?” escaping his lips.Sandra’s smile blossomed instantly, her laughter light and familiar. “Ethan,” she chuckled, leaning back slightly into his arms. “You’re the only one who would dare sneak up on me like that.”“You caught me,” he whispered, pulling her closer, his hands moving from her eyes to her waist. He hugged her from behind, inhal
The night was heavy with silence as Mr. Mark Dave pulled up to the underground parking garage, the headlights of his car cutting through the eerie stillness of the half-finished building. The structure loomed above him, skeletal in its incompletion, with shadows playing tricks along the concrete walls. It was the perfect place for meetings that required secrecy—an abandoned work site, isolated and forgotten, where no one ventured this late at night.Jason’s black car was already parked in the same spot it had been in during their last clandestine rendezvous. Its sleek design blended into the darkness, barely discernible if not for the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the gaps in the unfinished walls. Mark Dave could feel his heart racing in his chest as he slowly parked his car a few meters away. He scanned the area, his eyes flickering to every corner, every possible hiding spot. He was paranoid, and rightfully so. He was meeting with Jason, a man known for his rut
The first light of the morning crept through the tiny gaps in the heavy curtains, casting delicate streaks of gold across the room. The soft rays danced gently over Ethan and Sandra’s faces, stirring them from their deep sleep. The warmth of the sun’s touch nudged Ethan awake, and as his eyes fluttered open, he felt Sandra nestled beside him, her bare skin warm against his. He blinked lazily, taking in the quiet serenity of the morning, the world still silent outside their little sanctuary. Sandra stirred beside him, slowly opening her eyes to the soft light. She turned her head to look at Ethan, her face breaking into a sleepy smile."Good morning," she whispered, her voice still laced with the haze of sleep.“Good morning, beautiful,” Ethan replied, his voice low and tender as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “You always make waking up the best part of my day.”Sandra giggled, brushing her fingers lightly across his chest. “Last night was... unforgettable,” she teas