Chad nursed a glass of whiskey, the burn a welcome distraction. With each sip, his inhibitions faded, replaced by a reckless determination to strike back harder. His phone buzzed on the bar counter, notifications lighting up the screen. A sinister grin tugged at his lips as he unlocked his phone, his eyes narrowing at the images and messages circulating on social media.Simon's reputation had soared after that kiss, and Chad refused to let that slide. As the alcohol flowed through his veins, a wicked plan formed in his mind. He navigated to the school's chat app, his fingers tapping out venomous messages that dripped with mockery.[Yo, did y'all see Simon's kissing debut? Guess he's aiming for Hollywood now #KissAndTell]He chuckled darkly as the messages started piling up, with others eagerly jumping on the bandwagon. The thrill of revenge surged through him, sending his fingers flying across the screen. Every insult, every jab, was a strike back at the humiliation he'd felt.[Simon'
On his way to the Dean’s office, Simon made a mental note to take some precautions about Chad. Given all that just happened, seeking revenge had become a highly probable course of action for Chad.[100 shop points acquired for getting satisfaction over an enemy][100 shop points are currently available for user Simon Turner][Warning! Your shop points can be traded in the Timeless Treasures Emporium for items only after the entire system’s capabilities are unlocked][Warning! User Simon Turner is still a virgin! Access to shop points is restricted]Simon clicked his tongue, tired of being told he was a virgin. So what? The difference between him and others was that he knew what he wanted: a girl with whom he could have reciprocated feelings rather than simply sticking it to whoever crossed his path.When he reached the Dean's office door, he took a deep breath and knocked. After he heard the invitation inside, he pushed the door open. The sight that met his eyes made his jaw drop, and
After two glasses of wine, John Parker stood up. He had seen what he wanted.“Another glass, Daddy?” Anne asked, looking up at him.“No, I have guests today, and I can't keep them waiting. You know your mother doesn't let the maids set the table until I come. She knows that a man's place is at the head of the table. If the woman has the right man, of course, and not a puppy.”He directed a glare at Simon, who was standing with his back to the wall. Neither Anne, nor her father had invited him to sit with them at the table. Anne smiled. “Personally, I would say that the man's head should rather be on the table, but I think I understand what you mean.”Simon winced, as that sounded like his wife would have preferred a decapitated husband. He could only stay and watch as they openly joked about him. He had to put up with them until he was in a position to exact his vengeance. Dismantling the Parker family was only the first step toward true success. Ultimately, his objective extended b
The upscale ambiance of Le Grand Éclat restaurant enveloped the evening in an air of sophistication. Soft golden lights danced off opulent chandeliers, and the low hum of conversations created an atmosphere of exclusivity. Emma, her dark hair elegantly coiled, moved with grace in her fitted black dress that accentuated her alluring figure. The soft sparkles of her light makeup highlighted her features, and a hint of nervous excitement glinted in her eyes.As she crossed the threshold, the maître d' approached her with a welcoming smile. "Good evening, miss. Do you have reservations?"Emma nodded. “Yes. I’m expected by Simon Turner.”Her heart drumming in her chest, she followed the maître d' to a table that offered a perfect view of the restaurant's opulent decor. She stole glances at the luxurious surroundings, her thoughts divided between the exquisite setting and the enigma of why Simon had chosen this place and how he could afford it.And then, in the midst of the sophisticated
The taxi pulled up to the curb, and Simon hopped out, swiftly settling the fare. As he entered the cinema's lobby, his eyes landed on Anne, elegantly seated in the waiting area. She looked as poised as ever, a striking figure amidst the otherwise vacant space.Her presence, coupled with the lobby's luxurious decor, cast an air of exclusivity. The scent of fresh popcorn wafted in the air. Seeing Anne in this movie-themed paradise felt surreal.Her dress, an exquisite ensemble of rich fabric, draped around her form with effortless grace. The gentle cascade of her hair framed her face as the lobby's muted lighting seemed to conspire, casting just the right amount of glow on her skin.The daring neckline of her dress captivated Simon’s attention, with the bold cut exposing a fair amount of skin and the deep canyon between her breasts. "Anne," he greeted.Her lips curled into a sly smile, her gaze appraising. "Simon, my dear husband. How nice of you to join me! I never thought you’d dare
The city's heartbeat echoed through the concrete jungle, a rhythm of struggle and survival that never missed a beat. Chad's mind was a tempest of schemes, his blood boiling with the desire for vengeance. He'd been pushed to the edge, and now he was ready to push back.Simon's move had been bold — that janitor’s kiss with Emma had cut deeper than a blade. His schoolmates who dumped him had no idea that he had other friends who were willing to pitch in and lend a hand. Outside of campus, Chad had a small circle of contacts — dudes eager to do anything for some cash. He knew them since he started taking steroids to bulk up his physique and his quarterback skills. In time, his connection with this group of men grew into something more — a network for selling drugs and other illicit goods. He was spending more than he was receiving in allowance, even if he was wealthy.Chad's crew gathered around him, the tension among them thick enough to taste. Shadows danced in the dimly lit alley whe
Michael Bane cracked a grin.He had four beautiful children with his wife, Layla, a busty girl with beautiful teeth, rich red hair, and a nose that could fit on four faces. Her dad was the former mob boss of the town, so the family had a long history of criminality. Michael agreed to marry her in exchange for his father giving him the deed to the family estate. He had slipped easily under the mantle of the most feared man in town and prospered from the glory of his father-in-law. But now he was after the big game: the elites, the wealthy, and the powerful. And Simon Turner was the most fortunate event in his life. Married into the Parker family, he could only increase Michael's notoriety as the gangster who worked for the high class.The man who had been whispering threats to Anne found himself disarmed and incapacitated before he could react. His blade clattered to the ground, and his grip on Anne released as a suited man swiftly subdued him with a well-placed strike. Another suit
Simon shoved Chad into the backseat of Michael’s black limo. Just by looking at his car, you could tell that he was a ruthless criminal with a sense of style. Simon then climbed inside, feeling a little more secure with the tinted windows and more of his men in attendance. Two were on either side of him, while the rest of his hired men were outside dealing with Chad's goons.A staring contest began. To Simon’s surprise, the fire in Chad’s gaze didn’t waver even under the weight of the current situation. “It’s not in my character to bow in front of a lowlife filth like you,” Chad spat out.“To be someone with character, you must first build one.” Simon huffed, crossing his arms. “And you, Chad, haven’t even laid the groundwork for one.”"You think you're some kind of hero, don't you?" Chad sneered, his eyes ablaze with defiance. "But you are just a lowlife janitor who thinks he can win, but you’ll never rise above the filth."Simon's grip tightened on his forearms as Chad's words slic
Anne paced the living room, her blonde waves disheveled, her icy blue eyes wild with fury. The news of her father’s conviction had shattered whatever fragile stability she had left.“Simon!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.Simon entered the room slowly, his deep blue eyes calm, unreadable. He had been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as Anne rounded on him.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Anne hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “You came into my life, into my family, and you ruined everything!”Simon’s smirk was faint, almost pitying. “You ruined it yourself, Anne. Or have you forgotten who forced who into this marriage?”Simon’s words struck a nerve, and Anne’s face twisted with fury. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling as she glared at him.“You don’t get to throw that in my face!” she shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You wouldn’t understand me in a million years.”Simon crossed his arms,
The high-end hotel suite exuded quiet luxury. The low lights highlighted the rich textures of the room—mahogany furniture, cream linens, and gold accents that spoke to a wealth that didn’t need to scream for attention.Cassandra opened the door, stepping inside with a confident sway that made John follow like a man under a spell. She shrugged off her coat, draping it over a chair before turning back to him, her dark eyes glinting with promise.“You always this impulsive?” she teased, walking toward the minibar.John loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck as he leaned against the wall. “Only when it’s worth it.”Cassandra laughed softly, pulling out two glasses. “I like that.”She handed him a glass, her fingers brushing his just enough to spark a moment of contact.“To worth it,” she said, raising her glass.John clinked his glass against hers, his gaze never leaving her. “To worth it.”Unseen, Simon sat in his small apartment, the glow from his laptop screen illuminating h
The Parker family estate was a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, John Parker sat in his expansive study, the glow of his antique desk lamp illuminating his cheekbones. His icy demeanor reflected in the highball glass he swirled absently, the amber liquid sloshing like a storm in a bottle.Across from him stood his trusted confidant, Victor Black, a man as ruthless as he was loyal. Victor’s tailored suit was as sharp as his tone as he laid a file on the polished mahogany desk.“You’re not going to like this, Mr. Parker,” Victor said, his voice low.John’s piercing blue eyes flicked to the file, then back to Victor. “What is it?” he asked, his tone calm, but there was an edge to it, the calm before the storm.Victor hesitated for half a second before continuing. “It’s Simon. Your daughter’s husband.” He leaned forward, tapping the folder. “He’s been... involved with Rose.”The name hit John like a slap. His jaw tightened, and the glass in his hand came down with a sharp thud. “Ros
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. Steven Jones stepped into the foyer, his tall frame casting long shadows across the pristine marble floor. His amber eyes glinted with predatory amusement as they swept across the room, lingering for a fraction too long on the figure standing near the staircase.Elize froze the moment she saw him. Her red hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her usually sharp hazel eyes darted nervously toward the doorway. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her maid’s outfit, betraying the tension in her otherwise poised appearance.“Steven,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed. “Why are you here?”Steven’s smirk widened. “Elize,” he drawled, his voice filled with false warmth. “I came to check on you. And on my son.”Anne entered the room with her wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes hardened immediately.“What do you want, Steven?” Anne said coldly, stepping between h
Simon dragged Marcus outside, the rain soaking both of them. Michael’s men stood watch, their eyes scanning for any signs of retaliation.“The Broker,” Simon said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Who does he work for?”Marcus shook his head frantically. “I don’t know! I swear! He’s just a middleman! The money—”“Where did the money come from?” Simon interrupted.Marcus hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “Parker Holdings. I don’t know from whom exactly, but the funds came through that company. That’s all I know, I swear!”Simon released Marcus, letting him collapse onto the wet pavement.The streetlights above cast harsh shadows over Simon’s face, making him look every bit the predator he was in that moment.“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low but razor-sharp. “You’ve got more than that. Talk.”Marcus shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I swear, man, I swear—”Simon crouched, grabbing Marcus by the front of his shirt and yanking him close, their faces inches apa
Simon sat in the dimly lit diner, his foot tapping nervously beneath the table. The rain outside drummed against the windows, a steady, relentless rhythm. His fingers grazed the ceramic coffee cup in front of him. He didn’t need caffeine—his nerves were already shot.The door creaked open, and Adrien Pierce walked in, his trench coat dripping water onto the tiled floor. He scanned the room with a practiced eye before locking onto Simon and making his way over. The PI looked as if he hadn’t slept in days; his tie hung loose around his neck, and a thin layer of stubble darkened his jaw.“Pierce,” Simon greeted, his deep blue eyes narrowing. “You’ve got something?”Adrien nodded curtly, sliding into the booth across from Simon. “Yeah. It wasn’t easy, but I found a trail. You’re not going to like it.”Simon leaned forward. “Just tell me.”Adrien sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Robert’s killer was hired by someone close to the family. Very close.” He paused, letting the weight of hi
Rose’s tears welled up, her trembling body a sharp contrast to the fierce woman Simon once knew. He couldn’t shake the memory of how they had once been close—how they had shared more than just whispered secrets, how he’d found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised and confused him.That night was vivid in his mind, the electricity between them undeniable. It was as if something had snapped, pulling them together in an unspoken understanding. They were both trapped in Anne’s orbit, both trying to claw their way out. But now, seeing her broken and bound, Simon felt something twist deep inside him—something close to guilt.“I need more than just pieces of this, Rose,” Simon urged, his voice softening but his eyes still sharp. “What did Anne do to Lisa? Why would she kill her? And why did she throw you in here?”Rose wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice shaky but more controlled. “Lisa found out too much. She found out about Anne’s dealings with Steven. Anne is tied t
The idea to fulfill her fantasies excited Simon more than he was willing to admit. Letting himself be carried away by the thrill of the moment, he stepped back and unzipped his pants. “Kneel,” he ordered.She obeyed, licking her lips and eyeing his cock. Remembering how she had admitted to fantasizing about being used, he decided to not hold back. He shoved his cock inside her mouth, relishing the way her teary eyes never left his.Holding her hair and steadying her head, he started pounding her mouth, fucking it as hard as he had fucked Mary the other day. There was an allure, a sense of satisfaction and power that came with having complete control over someone. Especially when that someone wanted to be controlled by him.He gave her the full experience she wanted, including being fucked from behind over the rails of the vantage point, her tits bouncing wildly above the courtyard. As she barely contained her gasps and moans to not alert the other guards who might have been patrolli
The guard’s breath hitched as Simon’s words settled over her, the promise of something more than her monotonous life swirling in her mind. She looked at him, eyes flicking over his face, searching for any hint of insincerity but finding none. The desire, long buried under routine and apathy, flared in her eyes. Simon could see it now—she was close, teetering on the edge of her own unspoken desires.Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible but heavy with longing. “There’s this place... above the walls, one of the lookout points.” She swallowed, as if the words themselves were forbidden. “I always thought about it—having a man take me there. The thrill of being above the entire prison, knowing someone could be watching... knowing we’re being seen, but no one able to stop us.”Simon’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction. She had handed him everything he needed. The guard shifted under his gaze, clearly nervous but unable to stop the pull she felt towar