Under PressureEmma had just finished a crucial meeting for Victor’s business when she received a text. It was from Maria.“We need to talk. Now.”Her heart raced. She had hoped to avoid Maria, especially after everything that had happened. But she knew that ignoring the message would only make things worse. Taking a deep breath, she replied, “Fine. Where?”Maria’s response was immediate. “Meet me at The Velvet Lounge.”The Velvet Lounge was a place where secrets were exchanged and deals were made in shadows. Emma’s gut twisted at the thought of facing Maria again, but she steeled herself. She couldn’t let fear dictate her actions.Arriving at the lounge, the dim lighting made the atmosphere thick with tension. Emma spotted Maria sitting at a corner table, a smug smile on her face. As she approached, Maria’s eyes glinted with mischief.“Emma,” Maria purred, her voice dripping with condescension. “I’m so glad you could make it.”“What do you want, Maria?” Emma asked, keeping her tone
Ghosts of the PastThe tension between Victor and Emma was palpable as they left The Velvet Lounge. Victor’s grip on her hand was firm but filled with unspoken worry. The air between them simmered with unresolved conflict, and Emma could feel it. Though she had stood tall against Maria’s threats, the weight of the moment was settling into her bones.As they stepped into Victor’s car, the silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the engine as they drove through the city. Emma stared out the window, her thoughts racing. Maria’s words played in her mind over and over, “your past is just a whisper away from becoming a very loud scream*. But it wasn’t her past that troubled her now. It was Victor’s. Something about his reaction, the anger in his eyes, made her realize he was hiding something.Victor glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his jaw clenched tightly. “Emma, you don’t need to worry about Maria. I’ll handle her.”Emma snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him, her b
Victor stood from his chair, the weariness in his body suddenly evaporating as his eyes locked onto Emma. The tension between them, once painful and unresolved, now crackled with something far more intense. Emma’s gaze held his, unwavering and fierce. Despite the turmoil of the night, the weight of betrayal and anger, an undeniable heat surged between them. The room felt smaller, the air thicker with each passing second.Emma didn’t flinch when Victor took a step toward her, the shadows of their argument still lingering in the air. But something had shifted, something raw and primal. They both knew this wasn’t the time to unravel everything between them, but the pull they felt toward each other was undeniable.Victor reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Emma’s ear, his fingers grazing her skin. She didn’t move, didn’t resist. The silence between them was heavy, but now it thrummed with a different kind of electricity. "I’ve hurt you," Victor said, his voice low, the ad
Ghosts of the PastThe tension between Victor and Emma was palpable as they left The Velvet Lounge. Victor’s grip on her hand was firm but filled with unspoken worry. The air between them simmered with unresolved conflict, and Emma could feel it. Though she had stood tall against Maria’s threats, the weight of the moment was settling into her bones.As they stepped into Victor’s car, the silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the engine as they drove through the city. Emma stared out the window, her thoughts racing. Maria’s words played in her mind over and over, “your past is just a whisper away from becoming a very loud scream*. But it wasn’t her past that troubled her now. It was Victor’s. Something about his reaction, the anger in his eyes, made her realize he was hiding something.Victor glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his jaw clenched tightly. “Emma, you don’t need to worry about Maria. I’ll handle her.”Emma snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him, her b
Deals and DesireVictor awoke to the soft glow of early morning light seeping through the curtains. His body was still tangled with Emma’s, their skin flushed from the heat of the previous night. But as his eyes blinked open, the haze of passion faded, and the reality of their looming war returned like a cold wave crashing over him.Emma stirred beside him, her hand instinctively reaching for his chest. She didn’t open her eyes, but he could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against him. The night had given them a brief reprieve, but the world outside was still full of danger, and the Graves Group was closing in.A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.Victor sighed. “Come in.”One of their spies entered, bowing slightly. “Sir, I bring urgent news. The Graves Group is forming alliances with the neighboring warlords. They’re consolidating their forces.”Emma’s eyes snapped open, the warmth between them vanishing as reality hit.“How much time do we have?” she asked, sittin
Fanning the FlamesVictor and Emma left Lady Irene’s estate, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. The deal had been sealed, but the friction caused by Lady Irene’s bold flirtation and Emma’s simmering jealousy lingered like an open wound. Neither spoke as they climbed into the car that awaited them outside, the silence thick and oppressive.As the car pulled away from the estate, Victor finally broke the silence.“You handled that well,” he said, keeping his voice measured. “You saved us from giving up more than we could afford.”Emma turned her head slightly, her eyes fixed out the window. “I didn’t do it for praise,” she said coolly.Victor sighed, sensing the storm brewing beneath her calm demeanor. “Emma, what’s this really about?”She glanced at him, her eyes sharp. “What do you think it’s about, Victor? Lady Irene was practically all over you, and you just stood there. You didn’t push back. You didn’t even seem bothered.”Victor’s jaw tightened. “I was focused on
The villa was quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore just beyond their patio. Victor stood by the window, looking out at the darkening sky, his mind already set on how perfect tonight was supposed to be. A romantic dinner under the stars with Emma, a night free from the worries of the world, where they could just be themselves. His fingers drummed against the glass as he glanced at the beautifully set table outside, the candles flickering in the light breeze.He had it all planned.And then, Lila came bouncing into the room.Emma’s daughter was a ball of excitement, her small feet pattering on the wooden floors as she ran up to Emma, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Mommy! Guess what? I’m staying with you and Victor tonight!” Lila’s eyes sparkled with pure joy, her infectious grin spreading across her face.Emma smiled down at her daughter, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. "Oh, you are, are you?" she teased, her tone warm. Her eyes flicked up to
Victor had always prided himself on being able to handle any challenge that came his way, business, battles, even the complicated dance of romance, but tonight, he found himself facing an entirely new opponent: the kitchen. The moment he had suggested cooking dinner for Emma and Lila, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. A cozy, intimate evening where he could show off a little and take care of the two most important girls in his life.What could go wrong?Everything, as it turned out.The villa kitchen, bright and spacious, looked inviting at first glance. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and the sound of the ocean was a soft hum in the background. Lila was buzzing with excitement, running around the kitchen, insisting she would be Victor’s “official helper.” Emma, amused by the whole ordeal, lounged on the couch, watching them with an indulgent smile.Victor pulled out the recipe card Emma had left on the counter, a simple pasta dish with homemade sauce. Easy enough, right