His voice dropped a tempo as he spoke again. It was deep and almost seductive. "I don't think I've properly apologized for this mess I've put you in. But I've given it much thought, and I've concluded it's not working out. For me, it's not. So, I want to say that I'm sorry for everything. You did not deserve it. I shouldn't have given you any ideas if I didn't maintain my stand. We..." "It's fine. Apology accepted. I'm not mad. You told me before that you didn't date, right? You have casual flings like Julia and Janice. I get it...you don't have to apologize," Elsie said in a small voice, cutting Luca off. "And if you're apologizing because you want us to be cordial and friendly with each other, then I can try," she added, uncertainty tinged in her tone. Luca swallowed hard. He did not want anything cordial or friendly with Elsie. He wanted to consume her, ruin her, and show her what it felt like to be with someone like him. None of that was cordial or friendly. "Can't do that, Elsie," he said in a husky voice. "Uh, okay. That settles it, then. I'm just your employee, and you're my boss." "Fuck that," Luca growled before crashing his lips to hers and swallowing the remaining words he didn't want to hear. Elsie couldn't think, but her body could act. Luca struggled to get her to kiss him back. Her hand lifted on its own and landed on his cheek. Then she seized the opportunity to push him away as shock took control of his features. Hurriedly, she wiped her wet lips with the same hand that had begun to sting and hurt. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared directly into Luca's confused eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice cracked. "Why won't you let me be? Why can't I just work for you? What did I ever do to you, Mr. Vanthross?" Elsie asked as hot liquid streamed down her cheeks. Hearing her call him Mr. Vanthross sparked something in him. Luca's expression turned cool and indignant. He scrubbed his face with his hand, sighing exasperatedly. "Mr. Vanthross?" He scoffed. "Can you stop calling me that?" He asked with a hint of threat. "What?" Elsie was stunned. Wondering where the conversation was going. He'd kissed her forcefully. Now, he's acting offended because she'd called him by his name. "It's been weeks, Elsie. Months since you called me Luca!" Luca suddenly exclaimed. "God. It's maddening," he said, taking a step towards her. Then, tentatively, his hand reached out for her. When Elsie didn't move, as she was still stunned and trying to understand the turn of events, Luca's hand caressed her cheek. "This lack of emotion. The way you spit out 'Vanthross' like it's poison. These past few weeks have been hell for me. I can't deny it anymore that what I feel for you is stronger than I'm used to. I don't think I've ever felt this way about a woman before," he continued, talking in a rush before Elsie shut him out again. This was the only opportunity he could use to explain how he felt. "I don't know how to prove it to you, but I'm not with Janice. I can't explain how complicated our situation is right now but know that I am not with her. There's nothing going on between me and her. Or even Julia. I haven't even spoken to Julia since the last time she was here when I told her it was over between us. I want to..." "Enough." Elsie cut him off. She didn't want to believe his words, even though they made her heart flutter with hope and something dangerously close to affection for Luca. "Whether you're with her or Julia is none of my business. I think it's best we maintain the current status of our relationship. Nothing good has ever come from an employer-employee relationship anyway. I appreciate your thoughts and feelings for me, but it's long overdue for us to...explore it," she finished. All of what she said was a lie, but Luca didn't have to know that. There was nothing more she wanted than to explore whatever feelings they shared together. But she was scared. Her mother's story was always at the back of her mind. She was terrified that she'd end up longing after a man that her heart would never forget for years to come.
What is that fucking noise?
Luca Vanthross groaned as he opened his eyes in annoyance. The blaring sound assaulted his ears when his senses came alive. It was from the alarm clock on the table by his bed. With one more groan, he stretched his arm from under the bed covers and turned it off by smashing it against the floor.
He grabbed his phone to check the time. It read 8:00 am. Clare, his secretary was supposed to be here by 7:30 am to prepare his outfit for work. She was also meant to prepare breakfast, run him a bath, and have his car warmed up, waiting at the front of his esteemed mansion.
"Where is she?" He asked himself, angry. Luca thought about firing her but decided against it when he realized Clare had never missed any of her tasks and always showed up on time. But he was Luca Vanthross and he detested mistakes and incompetence. Clare was going to be reprimanded. With that decision, he climbed off his bed and walked to the bathroom.
After having his bath, Luca grabbed his iPhone and called for his housekeeper who lived in a little rack he'd built for her. It was right behind his mansion and only took about two minutes, going and coming.
"Maria. I want you here, now." He ended the call without waiting for a response. Although it was a command, Luca's tone was soft. Maria was a sixty-year-old cleaner that used to look after him when his parents were too busy trying to maintain their rich lives.
When he finally made it and built his own company from the ground up, he took her in as his housekeeper. To others, it was Luca being a cold-hearted CEO who didn't care about an older woman. But Luca had his reasons for taking her in as his housekeeper and he didn't give a shit if anybody misinterpreted it.
In less than three minutes, Maria made it into the mansion. He could tell she was in the kitchen when he heard pots and utensils clanking in the kitchen.
Satisfied that his breakfast was being prepared, he walked into his closet on the left side of his massive bedroom. It was like being inside the dedicated section of a department store and it was as wide as his bedroom.
Luca had all kinds of men's wear from luxury fashion brands but he mostly wore suits because of his busy schedule as a CEO.
Luca went straight for the suit section in his closet and grabbed a navy blue set. He put it on and reached for coffee brown oxford shoes then complemented his suit with a Chanel men's black tie.
Clare always put his outfit together and doing it himself irritated him but he was pleased with the outcome of his outfit choice as he looked in the mirror.
He headed straight for the kitchen after dressing up. The aroma of the soup Maria prepared almost made him salivate but he wasn't going to show any emotions. An image of his father telling him emotions were for babies flashed through his mind causing him to grimace.
"Is anything wrong?" Maria asked him when she saw that he looked frustrated.
"No. I'm fine." He took out a chair at the kitchen island, sitting down, he reached for a plate of soup Maria had prepared for him.
Not saying much to Maria, he scooped the soup as he went through the latest news articles on his phone. As always, his company was still number one on the Forbes list. He was also listed as one of the best young CEOs to watch out for. At just thirty-two years old, Luca had managed to do what many men could only accomplish in their forties.
His mind was deep into the article about a competitor company that he didn't hear Maria speaking until she cleared her throat. Luca looked up from his phone and eyed the small woman. From where he was seated, she seemed fragile and weak but Luca knew she was one of the strongest women in his life.
"I said Clare quit being your secretary this morning. She didn't have the courage to inform you so she told me to relay the message to you." Maria repeated her earlier statement to Luca.
Out of all the reasons for Clare being late that went through Luca's mind, he didn't expect her to quit her job without any notice.
It didn't matter if he were a CEO or not but it was normal corporate ethics to report to your superior with a two weeks' notice if you wanted to quit your job. What Clare had done was unprofessional and if Luca was feeling petty, he'd have told every other CEO he knew not to hire her if she showed up in their companies.
"I see," Luca told Maria, much too calmly for someone that was on the verge of a violent outburst.
He finished his soup, shifting the plate away from him, he stood up from the chair and made his way back to his bedroom when he remembered he hadn't come down with his keys. When he returned downstairs, he made a mental note of hiring a good programmer who can hack into people's personal accounts.
He was going to teach Clare a lesson for causing a mishap in his routine. How dare she quit her job without informing him?
Maria had already cleared the kitchen by the time he was out of the door and in his 2021 Audi 2.0. The engine roared to life as he inserted the key and matched the pedals, getting the car to warm. Two minutes later, the automatic door to his garage lifted when he put the car in drive. With that, he sped off his driveway, leaving a cloud of smoke in his wake.
Luca was not fond of music but his mind was filled with hunting down Clare and torturing her with her worst fears until she begged for mercy so he turned on his radio and dialed it to the music station. Soft music filled the space within the car, drowning out his distasteful thoughts and making him feel relaxed.
When he got to his office complex in downtown San Francisco, he became even more annoyed when he glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was nine-thirty a.m. He was an hour late. He hoped Clare was suffering wherever she was.
When he parked his car in the spot reserved for the CEO, he climbed off and went inside the building. Walking through the open reception area, he was greeted by his employees.
They all looked happy and content to say "good morning," as he walked past them but deep inside, they feared him and his demands for perfection in the workplace. He was already angry because of what his secretary had done that morning and his employees could see it on his face.
They knew not to get on his nerves, lest he'd fire anyone who tried.
When he got into the elevator, he took out his phone and called his assistant who was also his best friend.
"Calvin, I want you to put out hiring for a secretary. You already know the qualifications I look out for. This time, include must not quit the position unless I say so. Don't ask any questions, just do as I say." He spoke into his phone, not bothering to say hi to Calvin.
"Well, good morning to you, Mr. CEO." Calvin deadpans from his end of the phone. Luca couldn't see him but he knew he was rolling his eyes at him.
"Luca, for once, can you just take it down a notch with all the commands? I work for you doesn't mean you get to treat me like your wife." Calvin jokes and Luca made a face of throwing up.
"Shut up, Calvin. Imagining you being my wife nearly gave me a heart attack," Luca said, wearily, already drained by Clavin's jokes.
"What do you need a new secretary for anyway?" Calvin asked, getting all serious.
"I said no questions. Just put out a notice and include the latest qualifications." The elevator got to the thirtieth floor and opened up to a lobby decorated with potted plants. Luca stepped out and headed straight for his office which was just down the hall. The secretary's desk was empty.
"I need that new secretary before I clock out of the office. Get her to my office when you find her." Luca finished and ended the call. He did not wait for Calvin to respond in protest or agreement.
When he got into his office, he slumped into his chair and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He hoped whoever Calvin found was sensible enough to know that if she didn't meet that last qualification, she was going to be in deep trouble.
And Luca Vanthross was going to make sure that nobody was going to be able to save her from him.
Warning: 18+ content for mature audiences. Book Excerpt: Donovan's POV Her enchanting green eyes that were alive with passion the day I told her she could go shopping are pale with only despair dancing in them. "Oh, I'm quite aware of my duties as your wife, Mr. Castellano." My eyes darken at the formal use of my name. I've told her to stop doing that. It feels wrong. Like she doesn't belong to me. I clench my jaw as I wait for her to finish her sentence but her cold smile widens. "Ah, you don't like when I call you Mr. Castellano, right? Too bad. You can't force my mouth to say what you want to hear." Blood rushes to my groin as her words settle in the tensed air between us. Does she realize the gravity of what she'd just said? Does she know she'd moaned my name while I had her wet cunt in her mouth? Does she know how needy she'd been when she wanted me to take her even though she wasn't awake? And is she aware that I know how bad she wants me in her dreams while she pretends in real life to hate me? She glares up at me while I seethe, looking down at her. "It's Donovan," I say darkly, resisting the pull of her lips and maintaining my vision at her eyes. "Mr. Castellano," she retorts. My face draws closer, getting ready to give her a punishing kiss but a harsh sound fills the room and then I realize, belatedly, that I'd just been slapped as my face swings to the side, turning away from Eliana. Eliana slapped me. Luis Santario's daughter just slapped me. Just like her father had done many nights ago. Shame fills me but it's quickly trampled upon by hot, violent anger. How dare she? How dare the whore?! Her cheek instantly goes red with the imprints of my fingers. Blood trickles from her nose and her hair that was up in a messy bun scatters all around her face. Eliana's head remains bowed as the blood from her nose drips onto her white bedcovers. ***** Eliana's POV I know I'm signing my death warrant by provoking him like this but what else can I do when he's already planned to kill me? I could just as well make it easier for him to by getting on his nerves. If I don't push him away, I'm scared I'll start to blur the lines between my dreams and reality. The Donovan in my dreams is drastically different from the one in real life. If my plans to escape from this marriage don't work, I may end up dead or worst, in love with Donovan Castellano. And I'd rather die now than to fall in love with him and die later. *** Many years ago, Donovan Castellano went through something that irrevocably changed him for the worst, and Eliana's father was to blame. Years later, Eliana's father dies. Eliana doesn't know her father's dark past or why Donovan Castellano bought her and then married her. But she knows he's out for blood and wants to kill her, but how long will she continue to defend herself when the way he touches her and kisses her in her dreams is starting to blur the lines between reality and fiction? Will Donovan succeed in finally getting revenge on Eliana for what her father did to him and will Eliana succeed in resisting her possessive mafia husband's advances even when he says he wants her dead? Read on to find out.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?