THE HEIR HE NEVER KNEW

imly lit foyer of Écarlate, the most expensive and secretive brothel in Sweden, his Suit, was wet and clinging to his chiseled physique. The water drippi

art racing wildly over her ribs. The air was heavy with perfume and sin, and the walls were lined w

d by the gentle hum of jazz. She was drowning, and so was the man outside. He was smothered by loss, and she wa

ohol clinging to him like a destructive aura. He didn't bother to speak, ig

ie, on seeing him enter lea

s yours, s

his posture conveyed dominance. Even when he ordered his drink, he did not order a menu

s by dawn. If she said yes, she might just survive. She pushe

onship?" She barely

ing stopped for a moment. He handed her a large amount of cash

talk, I just need

e was capable of doing this. Only for tonight

. He shoved it aside and stood up, pu

ice sounded hoarse

te was gold-washed and darkly lighted, with silk sheets and champagne in a bucket of ice. A place designed for fun, for forg

comments were abrupt. He se

ld you." She

thing about her eyes seemed to draw hi

closer to her all the while staring into h

why he was feeling

stood there s

ne night." S

ight would become a mistake that wou

ay (The U

due to its tall windows. Like the empire he was destined to inherit, the glas

e was the epitome of authority and a formidable presence in the corporate sector. His black, simple, fitted suit adde

s," Gustav stated, his to

, or this family empire will be lost t

pire in no time at all. His jaw was clenched when his fingers brushed the desk's glossy wood. Weakness was not an option, but the pressure was too g

His grandfather said. Now he realized there was no turning back. Rasmus could not do anything except follow the rules that Gustav had established. His serene

ce. Rasmus, you've go

his gaze met Gustav's. He

nd a way,

igure out how to satisfy his grandfather's re

in, his mind started racing. He needs to find a w

made his stomach churn. As he stood there, deep in thoughts, the only sound in the roo