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 CHAPTERS

Chapter 1 11
Chapter 2 14
Chapter 3 16
Chapter 4 19
Chapter 5 22
Chapter 6 26
Chapter 7 30
Chapter 8 33
Chapter 9 36
Chapter 10 39
Chapter 11 43
Chapter 12 45
Chapter 13 48
Chapter 14 52
Chapter 15 56
Chapter 16 60
Chapter 17 64
Chapter 18 69
Chapter 19 74
Chapter 20 77
Chapter 21 80
Chapter 22 83
Chapter 23 87
Chapter 24 92
Chapter 25 96
Chapter 26 100
Chapter 27 104
Chapter 28 108
Chapter 29 112
Chapter 30 115
Chapter 31 118
Chapter 32 123
Chapter 33 128
Chapter 34 131
Chapter 35 135
Chapter 36 140
Chapter 37 144
Chapter 38 148
Chapter 39 152
Chapter 40 157
Chapter 41 163
Chapter 42 169
Chapter 43 174
Chapter 44 179
Chapter 45 181
Chapter 46 185
Chapter 47 189
Chapter 48 193
Chapter 49 197
Chapter 50 200
Chapter 51 205
Chapter 52 209
Chapter 53 212
Chapter 54 216
Chapter 55 222
Chapter 56 227
Chapter 57 230
Chapter 58 234

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Chapter 59 237
Chapter 60 239
Chapter 61 243
Chapter 62 248

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 PROLOGUE

From the balcony of my tower, I watch the streets below, a maze

of light and shadow, chaos and order. It’s a reflection of me, really.
Fragile on the surface, but venomous at the core.
I’ve always known the price of power.
I’ve paid it in sleepless nights, ruthless deals, and the slow erosion of
my soul. But the cost of meeting him, the man who haunts my every
step, is something I can’t even begin to tally.
I shift my weight, the metal grating creaking softly under his
imposing form. His presence is a palpable force, filling the space
around us with an aura of dark intensity. He leans against the balcony
railing, eyes fixed on me with an unnerving focus that makes my skin
prickle.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, he always pulls the
same reaction out of me.
Fear.
And excitement.
He is my enemy. The one I hate the most. But I don’t know why my
blood hums when he’s close. Why my skin burns under the weight of
his gaze?
I hate him, but I can’t resist him.
His touch,
His breath, the way his voice wraps around me like a dark spell,

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 Everything he does leaves me trembling and raw. I know there’s
something wrong with me.
“You shouldn’t be here,”
The moonlight catches the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the
predator's smirk tugging at his lips.
“And yet, here I am.”
His tone is laced with mockery, but beneath it, there’s a simmering
heat that makes my stomach clench.

I step closer, my bare feet whispering against the cold marble floor.
“You’ve made it clear enough that you hate me. So why keep
coming back, Riven?”
“Hate you?”
His laugh is dark, low, and entirely too intimate. The space between
us shrinks to nothing in an instant. His fingers brush a lock of my hair
back, his touch deceptively tender.
“I don’t hate you, Mercelline. I want to ruin you. There’s a
difference.”
My breath catches as his lips ghost over my ear, the heat of his
words melting the resolve I’ve tried so hard to build.
“You’re a dangerous man,” I whisper, but even as the words escape
me, my body betrays me, leaning into him.
“And you,”
Pressing me against the cold glass of the window, “Are a dangerous
addiction. The one I don’t plan to quit.”

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 I should push him away. I should tell him to leave. Instead, my nails
scrape down his chest, pulling him closer as our lips collide, a clash of
fury and lust. His hands roam my body with unapologetic possession,
claiming what was never his to have.
I gasp between kisses. His growl rumbles against my throat as he
bites down lightly, making me moan.
“You’re playing with fire,”
“Then burn with me, little pet.”
From sworn enemies to lovers... it defied all logic and reason. Yet
here we were, lost in a web of desire and obsession that neither of us
could escape. Riven was my poison, my antidote... the very air I
breathed now. And I him - his cruel touch igniting fires within me as
surely as his gentle caresses soothed my battered soul.In his arms, I'd
found a home - one where love and hate blurred into an intoxicating
cocktail that left me craving more with every passing second.This was
our story - dark, depraved, and utterly doomed from the start. But for
now... for this fleeting instant... we reveled in the twisted beauty of it
all

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 Dedication

To those who crave the darkness, who desire to submit to the villains,
and take it like a good girl.

This book is for you.

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 CHAPTER ONE

THE ROSE

Finally,
I’ve achieved my dream life.

I sat at my desk, gazing at the sprawling view outside my office

window. The city skyline seemed so small, and in moments like these,
I was reminded of how far I had come. A self-made millionaire. I had
built my business from the ground up, and now, my name carried
weight in the corporate world. The reflection of my success was all
around me, luxury cars, a penthouse apartment, the admiration of my
peers.

Still, with all of that, something felt incomplete. Not in terms of

material wealth or accomplishments, but in a way that lingered deep
inside me. I wanted someone who could see beyond my achievements,
someone to connect with. The idea nagged at me, but I pushed it
away. Relationships weren’t exactly my strong suit. My temper and
my obsessive focus on work had ruined anything that could have been
personal. For now, business was my only companion.

The familiar ping of a notification interrupted my thoughts. I glanced

down at my phone to see an email from my assistant. But next to it,
lying almost forgotten at the edge of my desk, was an elegantly
designed envelope with my name embossed in gold. My assistant
must have slipped it there while I was lost in thought.

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 I tore open the envelope, curiosity getting the better of me. Inside
was a luxurious black card with gold detailing, reading

"You are exclusively invited to an evening of prestige and power,

celebrating the unparalleled success of Zenith Enterprises. Hosted
by
CEO Riven Lockhart. Formal elegance is expected."
Zenith Enterprises. I had heard of them. Their rise in the business
world had been impressive, almost meteoric. And the CEO was an
enigma. Whispers about his sharp business acumen were everywhere,
though he was famously private. I had never met him personally,
though his company’s name came up often enough in my circles.

I reread the invitation, taking in the details. The party was tomorrow
night. I leaned back in my chair and considered it. Networking was
always important, but this event seemed different, exclusive. It was a
chance to rub shoulders with some of the most influential people in
the business world. Opportunities like these don't come every day.

I imagined the glamorous setting, the high-profile guests, the

possible business ventures that could unfold. Tomorrow night could
be interesting.

I folded the card carefully and placed it back into the envelope. As
much as I didn’t want to admit it, I felt a tinge of excitement. Not just
for the business possibilities, but something deeper. The anticipation
gnawed at me, but I brushed it aside.

Still, the thought lingered, what if tomorrow was the beginning of

something bigger?

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 I stood up, smoothing down my skirt. Tomorrow, I will go to the
party, armed with confidence and ambition. After all, I didn’t need
anyone, but there was no harm in exploring what the night might
bring..

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 CHAPTER TWO

THE SERPENT

As I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the city sprawled

beneath me, alive and vibrant under the dusky sky. The lights
flickered like stars, and I felt a surge of pride swell within me. Zenith
Enterprises had come a long way, and tonight was a testament to my
hard work and dedication. The grand party I had organized was more
than just a celebration; it was an opportunity to showcase our success,
to solidify connections, and to remind everyone in the business world
of our dominance.

I glanced at my reflection in the glass, adjusting my tie with

precision. My dark hair, slightly tousled, framed my chiseled features.
I always took pride in my appearance; it was part of the image I
carefully crafted. A successful CEO needed to look the part. Tonight,
I would be at the center of attention, and I relished the thought.

The invitation had been sent out weeks ago, and I had spared no
expense to ensure everything was perfect. A lavish venue, exquisite
catering, and a guest list filled with influential figures, this was my
night to shine. The thrill of anticipation coursed through me as I
imagined the conversations I would have, the deals that could be
struck, and the admiration that would inevitably follow.

As the clock ticked closer to the event, I found myself thinking about
the attendees, the seasoned business moguls, the ambitious
newcomers, and the intriguing minds I’d yet to meet. I had always
been drawn to powerful personalities, and tonight would be no

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exception. The atmosphere would be electric, a melting pot of ideas
and ambitions, and I was eager to dive into it.

My thoughts drifted to the challenges I faced in the past year, the

long nights, the endless meetings, and the sacrifices I had made. But it
was all worth it. I had built something meaningful, and now, I was
ready to show it off. Zenith Enterprises wasn’t just a company; it was
my legacy, and tonight was its unveiling.

✦✦✦

I picked up a glass of scotch from the table, savoring the rich aroma
before taking a sip. The warmth spread through me, igniting the fire of
ambition within. I was ready for this. Ready to make my mark, to
seize the moment, and to enjoy the accolades that would come with it.

As I made my way to the door, I couldn’t shake off the excitement

bubbling inside me. I felt alive, invigorated by the prospects of the
night ahead. I would be the man everyone spoke about. And amidst
the laughter and clinking glasses, I hoped to catch a glimpse of
someone who would ignite a spark within me, someone who could see
beyond the CEO façade and into the depths of my ambition.

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 CHAPTER THREE

THE ROSE

Tonight was the night. The grand party everyone in the business
world had been talking about. I stood in front of my closet, eyes
tracing over the array of dresses I’d collected over the years. Yet none
of them seemed quite right for an event like this. This wasn’t just any
gathering; it was a showcase of power and influence, hosted by one of
the most powerful men in the industry.

I had never met him personally, but his reputation preceded him,
ambitious, cold, driven. The kind of man who commanded respect
without even trying. I had seen photos of him at various events,
always looking perfectly polished, but there was something about
him, something in the way he held himself, that made him stand apart
from other CEOs. He didn’t just demand success, he embodied it.

And now, here I was, about to attend one of his exclusive parties. A
gathering that promised to be filled with top-tier business people, all
vying for a moment of his attention. I knew I would need to make an
impression.

With a sigh, I pulled a sleek black gown from the rack. It was one of
my favorites, elegant yet understated. As I slipped it on, the cool
fabric hugged my figure, falling perfectly into place. I studied my
reflection in the mirror, smoothing the gown’s neckline. This dress
was a statement, sophisticated, but with a hint of mystery. Exactly
what tonight called for.

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 ✦✦✦

Just as I finished adjusting my earrings, my phone rang. I picked it up,

glancing at the screen. Lyra.
“Hey,” I answered, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as
I
adjusted my hair.
“Mercelline! Where are you? I tried calling earlier,” “I’ve been
getting ready. I’m going to this party tonight,” I replied, applying a
final touch of lipstick.
“A party?” Lyra sounded intrigued. “What kind of party?”
“It’s one of those high-end corporate events, hosted by Zenith
Enterprises. Riven Lockhart is behind it,” I said, slipping on my heels.
“It’s a pretty big deal.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “Wait, Riven Lockhart?
The
CEO of Zenith? You’re going to that party?”
“Yes, that one. It’s a big celebration for the company’s success. It’s
not really my usual scene, but I thought, why not?”

“Wow, that’s amazing, Mercelline! You’ll be surrounded by all

those big business names. You’ll definitely make a mark,” Lyra said,
her voice filled with excitement.
“What are you wearing?”
“A black gown,” I said, glancing once more at my reflection.
“Elegant enough, I think.”

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 “Of course. You’ll look stunning, as always,” she laughed.
“Well, make sure to call me later and tell me how it went. I’ll be
dying to hear the details!”
“Definitely,” I laughed. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

After hanging up the call, I took a deep breath and checked my

appearance one last time. The woman staring back at me looked every
bit the self-made millionaire that I was. I had come a long way, and
tonight was a chance to mingle with the elite, to further establish
myself among them.

Grabbing my clutch, I headed toward the door. The car was waiting,
and it was time to step into a world of glitz, power, and high stakes.
Tonight was just another step in my journey, another moment to prove
that I belonged among the best.

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 CHAPTER FOUR

THE SERPENT

The night was finally here. My eyes scanned the grand hall,
watching the staff put finishing touches on the venue. Everything was
flawless, just as I had envisioned. The lighting, the décor, the attention
to every detail, it all reflected the kind of power and status Zenith
Enterprises held in the industry.

As I paced through the hall, a series of phone calls began to roll in. It
seemed like every major player in the business world wanted a piece
of the evening. The first call was from David Holmes, the CEO of a
tech firm I’d been meaning to collaborate with.

“Riven, looking forward to the party tonight. I’ll be there sharp,”

“Good. I have something lined up for you that you won’t want to
miss,” I replied.
It wasn’t long before another call came in, this time from Caroline
Bennett, a well-known investor in the industry. “Riven, darling, I’ll be
fashionably late, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said, her
voice dripping with charm.
“Don’t worry, Caroline. I’ll save you a spot at the table,” I said,
offering a
smile she couldn’t see.

As the calls continued, each voice carried the same tone,

anticipation, curiosity, and a desire to be part of Zenith’s growing
empire.

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 Kyle walked up, catching my attention as I ended the last call.
“Everything’s looking perfect, man. You must be pretty damn proud
of this.
“Yeah, it’s shaping up. Tonight’s important for us. I need every detail
locked in place.”
“Relax, Riven. You’ve got this. You always do. You’re the guy who
makes the impossible happen. If anyone can pull off a night like this,
it’s you.”

I narrowed my eyes, smirking slightly. “That’s because I don’t leave

anything to chance. Every piece has to be in place. If something goes
wrong...”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, cutting me off. “Come on, man. Nothing’s

gonna go wrong. You’ve thought of everything. Sometimes you just
need to enjoy the moment. Let loose, live a little.”

I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head. “Live a little? You

sound like you’re talking to someone else.”

Kyle leaned against the bar, folding his arms. “I’m serious. You’ve
got this whole empire, but when’s the last time you actually let
yourself have some fun? This party’s not just for business. It’s your
night too. Might as well enjoy it.”

I glanced around the room, taking in the grandeur of it all. He had a

point, but letting go of control didn’t come naturally to me. “Fun’s not
exactly on the agenda, Kyle. This is about strategy, connections, and
keeping everything under control.”

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 Kyle sighed, shaking his head. “Man, you’re hopeless. Just don’t let
your ambition choke the life out of you. You’ve earned this night, at
least try to enjoy it for once.”

“Maybe I’ll try,” I said, but there was a flicker of a smile on my lips.
I wasn’t convinced, but Kyle was right about one thing tonight was a
celebration. And maybe, just maybe, I could allow myself a moment
to feel it.

Kyle grinned, pushing off the bar. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s get
this show on the road.”

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 CHAPTER FIVE

THE ROSE

As I approached the grand entrance of Zenith Enterprises, excitement

bubbled inside me. The venue was alive with energy, buzzing with the
chatter of the city’s elite. I took a moment to appreciate the sleek
black façade of the building, illuminated by golden lights. It felt like a
scene straight out of a movie, and I was about to step onto the red
carpet.

After a quick glance in the mirror to ensure my hair and makeup

were flawless, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The lobby
was stunning, adorned with lavish floral arrangements and
shimmering chandeliers. My heart raced as I took in the scene, a sea
of well-dressed guests mingling, laughter filling the air, and the faint
sound of a string quartet setting the perfect atmosphere.

I walked further into the main hall, where the party was in full
swing. The space was expansive, filled with elegant tables draped in
white linens, each set with gleaming glassware and flickering candles.
I spotted the bar at the far end and decided to make my way over. A
glass of champagne would be the perfect way to kick off the evening.

As I approached the bar, I caught sight of Kyle,

I think Riven’s best friend, I heard his name many times, chatting
animatedly with a group of guests. He looked up and waved when he
spotted me.

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 “Mercelline! You made it!”
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I replied, smiling
back at him.
“It’s not every day you get invited to such a prestigious event.”
Kyle leaned against the bar, an exaggerated look of seriousness on
his face.
“Well, I hope you’re ready for some fun. This crowd can be a bit…
intense.”
“Intense? Is that what we’re calling it? I thought I’d need a survival
guide.” I chuckled.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’d recommend packing some snacks and a bottle of water. You
might need it to survive the social climbing!”
“Good advice,” I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.
“Maybe I should bring a flag and start waving it for help if it gets too
wild.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.

“Just remember, if you see someone in a velvet tuxedo, steer clear.
They’re known to monopolize conversations about stock prices. It’s
deadly.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Noted! I’ll keep an eye out for the velvet brigade. Anything else I
should know?”

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 “Avoid anyone who mentions their yacht, unless you want to hear
about it for the next hour. And don’t forget to compliment the hors
d'oeuvres; that’s the key to winning hearts tonight.”
“Ah, so flattery will get me everywhere,” I said, raising my glass to
him.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before we could continue, a well-dressed woman approached us, her

smile bright and inviting. “Mercelline! I’m so glad you could make
it,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Eleanor, I’ve heard so much
about you.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Eleanor,” I replied, shaking her hand.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about this event.”
“It’s an honor to be part of it. Riven has truly outdone himself,” she
said, glancing around the room. “The atmosphere is electric tonight,
don’t you think?”
“Absolutely! I can’t believe how stunning everything looks,” I
replied, taking a moment to absorb the elegant décor.

As we chatted, I noticed other guests mingling around, sharing

laughs and exchanging pleasantries. I felt a surge of confidence, I was
ready to dive into the conversations, to make connections and enjoy
the night.

After a few minutes, I turned back to Kyle, who was leaning against
the bar with a cheeky grin.
“See? You’re already the life of the party,” he teased.

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 “Just getting started,” I said, my eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
“This is going to be a night to remember.”

Kyle raised his glass, a playful glint in his eye.

“To a night of connections, laughter, and perhaps a few entertaining
stories to tell later!”

I clinked my glass against his, feeling the excitement of the evening

wash over me. The party had only just begun, and I was ready to
embrace every moment of it.

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 CHAPTER SIX
THE SERPENT

As I stepped into the lavish ballroom of Zenith Enterprises, the

atmosphere buzzed with energy. The sound of laughter and clinking
glasses filled the air, creating a symphony of celebration. I glanced
around, taking in the vibrant scene, elegantly dressed guests mingling,
the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm light over the festivities,
and tables laden with gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

The evening felt electric, charged with the promise of opportunity.

This was not just another corporate event; it was a chance to forge
connections and solidify my position in the industry. I had
meticulously planned every detail, ensuring that tonight would be a
showcase of everything Zenith represented, ambition, innovation, and
success.

I moved through the crowd, greeting guests with a firm handshake

and a genuine smile. The first to approach was Samuel, a longtime
partner from a rival firm.
“Riven, this is quite the event!” he said, his eyes darting over the
room. “You’ve outdone yourself.”
“Thank you, Samuel. It’s good to see you here,” I replied,
maintaining a professional demeanor, even if I could sense the
underlying competition in his voice.

As I continued to work the room, I found myself engaged in

conversations with various business leaders and investors. They
complimented my recent accomplishments and inquired about my

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plans for the future. I had crafted a narrative about our upcoming
projects, one that positioned Zenith as a leader in innovation and
sustainability. Their nods of approval fueled my confidence.

Yet, amidst the discussions, I couldn’t shake the feeling that

something was off. As I spoke to Elise, a potential investor, I noticed
a group of unfamiliar faces in the corner, watching intently. They
were sharply dressed, their expressions unreadable. I could sense an
underlying tension as they exchanged whispers.

“Riven?” Elise called, pulling me back to the conversation.

“Are you with us?”
I forced a smile, focusing on her question.
“Absolutely. We’re looking to expand our outreach in emerging
markets, and I believe we have a solid strategy in place.”

But my mind kept drifting back to that group. Who were they? Were
they potential allies or threats? I made a mental note to find out more
about them later.

After a few more pleasantries, I excused myself, moving to the edge

of the room to collect my thoughts. The laughter and chatter faded
into a distant hum as I observed the crowd. Each person here had their
motives, their own reasons for attending. Business was a game, and
everyone played it differently.

As I scanned the room, I caught sight of Kyle across the way, deep in
conversation with a few executives. His animated gestures made me
chuckle. He always knew how to lighten the mood, even in the most
serious discussions. But tonight, there was an undercurrent of

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excitement in the air, a feeling that something significant was about to
unfold.

I returned to the festivities, accepting a glass of champagne from a

passing server. Raising it slightly as I passed familiar faces, I tried to
keep the energy up, though my thoughts continued to drift.

Every successful venture had its challenges, and while tonight was a
celebration, I couldn’t ignore the stakes. The industry was shifting,
and I needed to be ready for anything, especially if those mysterious
guests in the corner had any connection to my future.
As the evening progressed, I could feel the moment approaching. I
had arranged to address the guests in the middle of the hall, a chance
to not only celebrate our success but to rally everyone for the
challenges ahead.

✦✦✦

The crowd began to settle as I took my place at the front. The soft
murmur of conversations faded, replaced by the expectant silence that
enveloped the room. I raised my glass, a gesture that commanded
attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, my voice steady and clear.

“Tonight, we celebrate not just our accomplishments, but the journey
that brought us here. Each one of you has played a vital role in our
success. Together, we’ve built something extraordinary, and I am
proud to stand among such talented individuals.”
The room was filled with nods and smiles, a shared sense of pride
evident among the guests.

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 “This milestone is not just a reflection of hard work; it’s a testament
to our shared vision and determination. As we look to the future, let us
remember that the path ahead will be filled with opportunities, but
also challenges. It is our commitment and resilience that will guide us
through.”
A ripple of applause broke out, and I felt the energy shift, infusing
me with renewed vigor.
“Let’s raise our glasses to what we’ve achieved and to the journey
ahead.
Together, we will reach new heights!”

As I lifted my glass higher, the room erupted into cheers, the sound
echoing through the grand hall.

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 CHAPTER SEVEN
THE ROSE

As I stood in the crowd, my glass of champagne delicately balanced

in one hand, I watched Riven take the stage. His presence commanded
the room, and there was no denying the attention he drew from the
crowd. Everyone was eager to hear what he had to say. He was always
the kind of man who captivated people, charming, driven, and
undeniably successful.

When Riven began to speak, I couldn’t help but appreciate the ease
with which he delivered his words. His toast was a reminder to
everyone in the room of just how far he’d come and how much his
company, Zenith Enterprises, had achieved.
I wasn’t here to admire him, though.
This was business, and no matter how charismatic Riven was, he was
still my competitor.

I sipped my drink, quietly taking it all in. Zenith Enterprises was

impressive, sure, but I’d built my own empire with just as much
dedication and hard work. The success he celebrated tonight? I
wanted to surpass it. I needed to. His company had always been one
step ahead of mine, and that bothered me. But I wasn’t the envious
type. It wasn’t about being jealous, it was about the drive to be the
best in this world, to prove that I was just as capable, if not more so.

There was a certain satisfaction in knowing I wasn’t far behind.

Maybe tonight would offer an opportunity to network, to make the

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right connections. I was ready to seize whatever advantage I could,
and maybe one day, people would be toasting to me.

But in this moment, as I looked around at the clinking glasses and

the whispered admiration of Riven’s accomplishments, I couldn’t
deny the odd sense of respect I had for him. He’d done well. We were
both fighters, clawing our way to the top. I didn’t envy him, but that
didn’t mean I didn’t want to surpass him either. My goal was simple, I
wanted to be the one they talked about, the one they praised.

I turned to the people standing nearby, engaging in small talk to keep

up appearances. Some of the attendees were people I’d dealt with
before, others were new faces in this circle. Then I noticed Kyle,
Riven’s best friend, making his way toward me with that familiar grin
on his face.

“Well, if it isn’t the star of her own empire,” Kyle said with a playful
smirk.

I raised an eyebrow. “Star? I didn’t realize I was that famous already.”

“You know you are,” he replied, giving me a knowing look. “But still,
it’s not every day I see you at one of Riven’s events.”

I shrugged casually. “I like to keep my options open. Besides, it’s

always interesting to see how the other half celebrates.”

Kyle laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve always got that competitive
edge, don’t you?”

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 “I prefer to call it ambition,” I corrected, a sly smile tugging at my
lips.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Well, ambition or not, I’m

sure you’ve got something up your sleeve for tonight. You always
do.”

I met his gaze, my smile never faltering. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I’m
just here for the free champagne.”

Kyle chuckled again, clearly enjoying our little back-and-forth.

“With you, Mercelline, it’s never just about the champagne.”

I offered him a wink before taking another sip of my drink. “Guess

you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
Kyle grinned, but before he could respond, someone else caught his
attention, and he excused himself. I watched him walk away, a quiet
satisfaction settling over me. Whatever game they thought they were
playing, I was ready. And I never lost.

As Riven wrapped up his speech and the applause filled the room, I
clapped politely, letting the moment linger for just a beat longer.
Tonight wasn’t about admiring him, it was about reminding myself of
the competition. And I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even someone
as driven as Riven, outshine me for long.

This was just the beginning. The real game had yet to start.

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 CHAPTER EIGHT
THE SERPENT

The night was unfolding as planned, the soft hum of conversations

and clinking glasses filling the air. I had made my rounds, shaking
hands with business leaders and exchanging pleasantries with industry
giants. It was satisfying, knowing all of this, the grand party, the
success, it had all come from my own relentless pursuit. Still, there
was something missing tonight, something I couldn’t quite place.

As I turned, making my way toward another group of guests, I

suddenly noticed her, Mercelline. She stood near the corner,
effortlessly drawing attention, not with boldness, but with a quiet
confidence. I hadn’t expected to see her here, but then again, our
circles always overlapped. We were competitors, after all. Yet,
something about her tonight caught my eye in a way it hadn’t before.

Without a second thought, I excused myself from the conversation I

was in and made my way toward her. She didn’t notice me at first, too
caught up in her own conversation. I watched her for a moment, how
she carried herself with grace, the way her smile seemed genuine but
guarded. It was a strange feeling, almost as if I had never really seen
her before this moment.

“Mercelline,” I said, my voice cutting through the noise. She turned

to me, her eyes briefly widening in surprise before she composed
herself.

"Riven," she replied,

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 “I’m glad you could make it tonight,” I continued, offering her a
small smile. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

She gave a light shrug, her lips curling into a faint smile.
“Well, I couldn’t miss such a grand event. Congratulations, by the
way.
Zenith Enterprises has truly set a new benchmark.”
Her words were careful, professional. Admiration, but nothing over
the top. Still, I could tell she wasn’t here to fawn over me like some of
the other guests. Mercelline was always... different.

“Thank you,” I responded, studying her face for a moment longer

than necessary.
“I’ve heard a lot about your success lately too. Quite
impressive.” Her eyes met mine, steady and unwavering. “I do
what I can.”

There was a brief pause. In that silence, I couldn’t help but take in
the full image of her, the way she was dressed in that sleek black
gown, her dark hair falling perfectly into place. She looked every bit
as sharp and powerful as I knew she was. And yet, there was
something else. Something beneath the surface that I couldn’t figure
out. For a moment, I felt a strange suspicion, as though there was
more to her presence here than just business.

I didn’t know what it was I felt, but I pushed it aside. This wasn’t the
time to overthink. But still... I couldn’t help but admire her, not just
for her looks, but for the way she had built herself into the successful
businesswoman standing before me. She was a force in her own right,
and that was something I respected, even if she was my competition.

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 “I’m sure tonight’s just the beginning for you,” I said, my tone a mix
of genuine praise and curiosity.
“You’re making quite the name for yourself.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smile sharpening. “And I’m just getting
started.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. We were both players in

the same game, each of us striving for the top. Yet, for the first time, I
found myself wondering what it would be like if we weren’t on
opposite sides.

Before I could say more, someone from across the room called my
name, pulling me back into the social current of the evening.
“Well, I won’t keep you from your guests,” she said smoothly.
“But congratulations again, Riven. You’ve earned it.”

I inclined my head, watching as she turned and moved toward

another group of people. I stayed rooted to the spot for a second
longer, still processing the strange feeling I had. Suspicion? Maybe.
Admiration?
Definitely. But there was something else... something I couldn’t yet
name.

For now, I let it go. There would be more time to figure out what
that was.

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 CHAPTER NINE
THE ROSE

The conversation with Riven had gone smoother than I expected. I

had anticipated cold professionalism or thinly veiled arrogance. But
instead, he had been...cordial, even pleasant. I wouldn’t admit it
aloud, but I liked the exchange. It was formal, as it should be, yet
there was a certain ease to it, almost as if the rivalry between us didn’t
exist at that moment.

I wasn’t here to make friends, though. I was here to be seen, to

network, to remind everyone I was just as much of a player in this
game as Riven was. Still, as the night drew on, I found myself
growing tired of the crowded atmosphere.

✦✦✦

As I made my way toward the exit, I spotted a familiar face, Kyle.

He caught my eye and approached with a friendly smile.

"Leaving already?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at

the exit.
"Yeah, I’ve done enough socializing for one night," I replied with a
soft chuckle. "Plus, I think I've hit my limit on small talk."
Kyle laughed. "You and I both. Riven’s parties are always a bit
much, aren’t they? But hey, at least you managed to survive it."
"Survive is a good word," I agreed, smiling. "I was starting to
wonder if these things ever end."

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 "Not when Riven’s involved. He’s got endless energy for this kind of
thing."
"Well, that’s what makes him so successful, I suppose," I said
casually.
"But, I’ve had enough for tonight. What about you?"
Kyle shrugged. "I’m sticking around a little longer, to make sure he
doesn’t burn the place down," he joked. "But I’m sure Riven
appreciated you showing up. Not everyone would come to a
competitor’s event, you know."
"I’m not everyone," I said, flashing him a grin. "Besides, I’m not
threatened by him. He’s just another obstacle to overcome."
Kyle gave a low whistle. "Now that’s the spirit I like to hear. No
wonder
Riven respects you, even if he’d never admit it."
"Respect is mutual," I said, maintaining my composure. "But I’m not
here to play games. This industry has enough of those already."
Kyle nodded, his expression softening. "Well, whatever you're
doing, keep doing it. You’ve got everyone talking, and not just
because of this party." I smiled, appreciating the comment, but didn’t
let it go to my head.
"Thanks, Kyle. I’ll see you around."
"Take care, Mercelline," Kyle called after me as I made my way to
the door.

Outside, the cool evening air was a welcome contrast to the warmth
inside. My car was waiting, and as I climbed in, I couldn’t help but
feel satisfied with how the night had turned out.

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 The conversation with Riven had been professional and neutral, and
this exchange with Kyle, though lighthearted, still reminded me that I
was making an impact.
As we pulled away from the grand venue, I allowed myself a small
smile.
Tonight had been a success, just the beginning of more to come.

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 CHAPTER TEN

THE SERPENT

The party had finally ended. The guests had left, the laughter and
conversations fading into the night air as the grand hall emptied. The
lights still gleamed off the polished floors, reflecting the success of
the evening. I sat by the poolside, the cool breeze cutting through the
warmth of the night. Kyle was beside me, beer in hand, the bottle
glinting in the soft light as we reclined in the cushioned chairs.

I took a long sip of my own beer, the slight bitterness lingering on

my tongue as I stared into the rippling water. The party had gone well.
Guests had seemed impressed, connections were made, deals hinted
at, everything I had aimed for. And yet, there was something else,
something tugging at the back of my mind that I couldn’t shake.
“Solid night,” Kyle said, breaking the silence, his voice relaxed.
“Everyone was here. You couldn’t have asked for a better turnout.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, though my mind wasn’t entirely in the
conversation.
“The turnout was good. People seemed to enjoy themselves.”
Kyle smirked, leaning back further into his seat. “Enjoy
themselves?
That’s an understatement. You had half the city’s elite in one room,
Riven. They were practically tripping over each other to talk to you.
I’d say that’s more than a success.”
I chuckled. "It’s been a long road. But tonight definitely felt like a
milestone."

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 “You deserve it,” Kyle said, raising his beer in a mock toast. “Zenith
Enterprises is at the top. No one can touch you now.”
I clinked my bottle against his but said nothing. The conversation
circled back to the success, the numbers, the power. It was everything
I had worked for, everything I had built from the ground up. And yet,
it didn’t feel as satisfying as I’d imagined.
Kyle took another swig of his beer before glancing at me sideways, a
mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Speaking of touching…what did you think of Mercelline? You
can’t tell me you didn’t notice her tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow but kept my gaze fixed on the pool. “What
about her?”
Kyle laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb.
She looked stunning, and you know it. Everyone was talking about
her, and you two even had a little chat, didn’t you?”
“She was…fine,” I replied, my voice neutral, though my mind
wandered back to that moment. The way her eyes met mine, sharp yet
composed, how she carried herself with confidence. “But I don’t
know. There’s something about her…something strange.”
“Strange? How?” Kyle leaned forward, his curiosity piqued.
I paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t know, man. It’s hard
to explain. It’s not like I felt anything specific. I just…noticed her.
But not in the way you think. It’s more like…there’s something about
her that feels off, or different. I can’t put my finger on it.”
Kyle grinned, giving me a playful nudge. “Well, you’ve got to admit,
she’s got looks that could kill. Maybe that’s what’s throwing you off.
Maybe you’ve finally met your match.”

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 I shot him a sideways glance. “It’s not about that. I’m not interested
in her like that. Not now, at least. But there’s something else. Like I
said, it’s hard to explain.”
“Yeah, sure, sure,” Kyle teased, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“You keep telling yourself that. All I’m saying is, I saw the way you
looked at her, and I think someone’s caught your attention more than
you’re willing to admit.”
I scoffed. “It’s not like that. Trust me.”
Kyle shrugged, taking another drink. “Whatever you say, man. I just
find it funny that out of all the people at the party, she’s the one
you’re still thinking about.”
I didn’t respond immediately, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. There
was something about her, something that had stayed with me long
after our brief exchange. I couldn’t shake it, even now. And it wasn’t
attraction, it was more like intrigue. Suspicion.
“I just want to know more about her,” I said, finally breaking the
silence.
“But I’ll figure it out on my own. No need to overthink it.”
Kyle chuckled again, this time standing up and stretching. “Suit
yourself.
Just don’t get obsessed or anything. That’s how people get into
trouble.” “Don’t worry,” I said, my tone serious.
“I’m not the type to lose control.”
Kyle grinned as he tossed his empty beer bottle into a nearby bin.
“Well,
I’m heading out. Don’t spend all night brooding by the pool.”

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 “I won’t,” I said, watching as he walked away. “See you later,
Kyle.”
With a final wave, he disappeared into the house, leaving me alone
under the night sky.
I leaned back in my chair, eyes closing briefly as I tried to push the
thoughts of Mercelline aside. But they kept returning. Her sharp gaze,
the way she carried herself, so self-assured, so in control. She wasn’t
just a competitor. She was someone who demanded attention, and
now she had mine.
I didn’t know what it was about her, but I needed to find out. I had to
understand why she unsettled me, why she felt like more than just
another business rival.
The sound of water lapping gently against the pool’s edge filled the
quiet night. The tension in my chest didn’t ease. If anything, it only
deepened.
I wouldn’t fall for her, I wasn’t a fool. But something told me that
this wouldn’t be the last time I crossed paths with Mercelline. And
when I did, I needed to be ready.

For what, I didn’t yet know.

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 CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE ROSE

I awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through my

curtains, casting gentle patterns on the walls. Stretching out on my
mat, I prepared for my yoga routine. Music filled the room, a soothing
playlist of tranquil melodies that accompanied each breath I took. I
closed my eyes, allowing myself to connect with the rhythm of my
body as I moved through poses. Each stretch felt like a release, a way
to center myself and find peace before the day unfolded.

After an invigorating session, I took a moment to bask in the

afterglow of my practice. I felt refreshed and ready to face whatever
the day had in store. Once I finished, I made my way to the living
room, where the sunlight danced off my coffee table. I decided to
indulge in a movie I had been meaning to watch, The Idea of You.
It was a romantic film that had captured my interest ever since I saw
the trailer.
As the movie began, I settled into my plush sofa, a warm cup of tea
cradled in my hands. The story revolves around a woman who, after a
heartbreak, finds herself falling for a much younger man. Their
whirlwind romance was filled with moments that made my heart
flutter and my cheeks warm. I found myself lost in their connection,
especially during a scene at an art gallery where they shared stolen
glances and whispered secrets, their chemistry palpable. Another
poignant moment was when they danced under the stars, illuminated
by the soft glow of fairy lights. It felt so real, so enchanting, that I
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 The movie drew me in completely until I lost track of time. It wasn't
until my phone buzzed on the coffee table that I snapped back to
reality.
Glancing at the screen, I saw it was a call from Lyra, my best friend. I
picked up with a smile, eager to hear her voice.
“Hey, Lyra! What’s up?” I answered, a hint of excitement in my
tone.
“Hey, Mercelline! I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch
together at two?”
“Sounds perfect! I could use some girl time,” I replied,
“Great! I’ll meet you at that new café downtown. I’ve heard they
have the best salads!” she exclaimed.
“Looking forward to it! I’ll see you then!” I hung up, feeling a rush
of energy. I loved spending time with Lyra; her laughter was
infectious, and she always knew how to make me feel better.

After our call, I headed to my closet, selecting a casual yet chic outfit
for lunch. As I rummaged through my clothes, I felt a sense of
excitement bubbling within me. Lunch with Lyra would be the perfect
way to unwind and share stories about our lives.
Once I was dressed and ready, I glanced in the mirror, adjusting my
hair. I was eager to enjoy the day, a sense of anticipation filling me as
I thought about our lunch date. With one last look at my reflection, I
grabbed my bag and headed out, ready to embrace whatever awaited
me.

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 CHAPTER TWELVE

THE SERPENT

The sun sat high in the sky, casting rays through the large windows
of my office. The usual clatter of keyboards, ringing phones, and
muffled conversations filled the air, yet everything around me seemed
distant today. I leaned back in my leather chair, eyes scanning the
latest quarterly reports laid out before me. But instead of the figures
and projections demanding my attention, my mind was somewhere
else.
With her.
Mercelline.

It was odd, this pull toward someone I had barely spoken to. I could
feel the weight of her presence from the party last night lingering. Her
poise, her success, the way she carried herself with an air of quiet
strength. I shouldn’t care. She’s a competitor, after all. I had no reason
to be thinking about her beyond professional respect. And yet, every
so often, I’d catch myself wondering…what was it about her that had
me distracted like this?

I shook the thoughts away and tried to focus on the spreadsheets in

front of me, running through the numbers again.

“Riven?”
Kyle’s voice snapped me back to reality. I hadn’t even noticed
him walk in. He sauntered into the room with a casual grin,
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 “You seem a little…off today. What’s up?”
I sat up straight, narrowing my eyes at him. “Off? I’m focused, that’s
what.”
Kyle raised an eyebrow and plopped down on the chair opposite me.
“Sure, because zoning out at your desk is a prime example of focus.”
I scowled at him, not really in the mood for his teasing. But Kyle
was persistent, as always. He leaned in, smirking. “Let me guess.
You’re thinking about that party last night. Or maybe someone at the
party…”
I clenched my jaw but kept my expression neutral. “We’re not doing
this.”
“Oh, come on. I saw how you looked at her,” Kyle teased.
“You know, the one who’s a business rival but still managed to steal
your attention. Mercelline, right? Pretty sure you remember her
name.”
I sighed, trying to ignore the twitch of irritation that came with
Kyle’s words. “She’s…different.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Different? Wow, that’s practically a
confession coming from you.”
“I don’t know what it is,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair.
“It’s not like I’m interested. Not really. It’s just...something about
her feels strange. I can’t put my finger on it.”
Kyle shrugged, sipping his coffee nonchalantly. “Maybe because
she’s your equal? You’re not used to women like her. She’s got her
own empire, her own reputation. That’s probably what’s getting to
you.”

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 I shook my head. “It’s not just that. It’s something else. Like, I felt
something when I was talking to her, but I can’t figure out what it is.”

Kyle chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Sounds like
you’ve got yourself a puzzle, my friend.”
I shot him a look. “This isn’t funny. And I’m not about to let her get
in my head. There’s too much at stake to get distracted by
some...woman.”
Kyle rolled his eyes, standing up to leave. “Whatever you say,
Riven. Just don’t spend all day overthinking it. Sometimes, it’s just a
woman who’s got your attention. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing
less.”
As Kyle left the office, I returned to my work, forcing myself to
focus.
But deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time she crossed my
mind.
Not by a long shot.

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THE ROSE

“So, how was the party?” Lyra asked, leaning forward with a grin as
she swirled her drink.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Exactly how you’d
imagine. A bunch of businesspeople trying to outdo each other with
stories of their latest success. Same old game.”
Lyra raised an eyebrow. “And you? Did you play
along?” “I had to,” I said, shrugging.
“It’s all part of the strategy, right? I’m not there to get lost in the
crowd.
People need to remember me.”
“Of course,” Lyra said, smiling. “And I’m guessing they did?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think I made an impression. Had a few good
conversations, connected with some important faces. The usual
networking, but it’s not enough to just be there, you have to stand
out.”
“And I’m sure you did,” Lyra teased, a smirk playing on her lips.
“You’ve always known how to work a room.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a skill. I’ll give
you that.”
“So, who did you talk to?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Mostly the regulars. The ones who show up to these things just to
say they were there,” I said, sipping my drink. “A few newer faces,
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They seemed genuinely interested in what I’m working on.”
Lyra leaned back, crossing her arms. “And the competition? How’s
Riven holding up?”
I shrugged. “He’s still the same, big name, big achievements. The
usual.” “No rivalry vibes?” Lyra’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the
banter.

I shook my head. “Look, I know he’s a competitor, but I don’t envy

him. I’m not here to play the envy game. I just want to be better, push
myself further.”
Lyra’s smile softened. “That’s why you’re going to keep winning.
You
don’t get distracted.”
“Exactly,” I said, feeling more assured. “It’s not about beating him
or anyone else. It’s about making sure my name stands for something
more, something bigger.”
She tilted her head. “And did Riven notice you?”
I smiled slyly. “Oh, he noticed. But we’re still playing our own
games.”
“Sounds like it was an eventful night. I’m guessing this means
there’ll be more of these parties in your future?”
I sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. You know how it is. These things
never end.”
“Well, here’s to many more parties where you continue to outshine
everyone else,” Lyra said, raising her glass.
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 Just as I was about to say something, a waiter approached the table
with the bill. Lyra reached for it, but before she could, a familiar voice
interrupted.
“That won’t be necessary,” Riven said, appearing beside our table.
“The bill’s on me.”
I blinked, startled. “Riven? What are you doing here?”
Riven smiled casually, slipping into the chair beside Lyra. “I’m here
to meet someone, but they haven’t shown up yet. Figured I’d say hello
while I waited.”
Lyra, clearly intrigued, grinned and gestured toward the chair. “Well,
you’ve found the right table.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, unsure of what he was playing at. “You
didn’t have to cover the bill. We had it under control.”
Riven shrugged, leaning back in his chair as though he had all the
time in the world. “Think of it as a courtesy. Besides, it’s nice to catch
up outside of work for a change.”
I nodded, not entirely convinced, but I couldn’t exactly refuse his
gesture either. I shifted in my seat, trying to remain polite, but also
attempting to keep a certain distance from him.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Lyra asked, her curiosity
piqued.
Riven glanced at me with an amused smile.
“Mercelline and I have crossed paths a few times in the business
world.
You know how it goes.”
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 I offered a small smile, choosing to ignore the playful jab.
“Something like that.”
Riven, unbothered, leaned toward Lyra, focusing more on the
conversation with her. “And you must be Lyra. I’ve heard about
you.” “Oh, have you now?” Lyra grinned, clearly enjoying the
attention.

I sipped my drink, half-listening as Riven and Lyra exchanged

pleasantries. I wasn’t sure why he was so interested in sticking
around, but I wasn’t about to let it throw me off. He could talk all he
wanted, but I wasn’t going to get drawn into whatever game he might
be playing.
“Is it always this lively when you two hang out?” Riven asked, his
eyes flicking back to me with a hint of amusement.
I gave a polite smile. “Depends on the day.”
Before the conversation could continue, Riven’s phone buzzed. He
glanced at the screen, then stood. “Looks like my meeting’s here. It
was nice catching up.”
He nodded to both of us, and before I could respond, he was already
walking away.
Lyra let out a low whistle as she watched him go. “Well, that was
unexpected.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered, shaking my head as I watched him
disappear into the crowd.

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 CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE SERPENT

The meeting room was filled with voices, but I kept mine steady and
controlled. I sat at the head of the table, taking in the faces around me,
key players from Zenith Enterprises’ newest ventures, partners, and
investors. They all had a stake in our success, but I had more. This
was my empire, built from the ground up.
I cleared my throat, leaning forward to signal the start of the
meeting.
"Let's begin."
Preston, my financial advisor, was the first to speak. "Our numbers
are strong, Riven. But if we keep going at this pace, we should see a
growth projection within six months."
“Six months? Too slow. Six months isn't good enough," I said,
cutting in.
"We need results sooner. I want an aggressive push in the next
quarter.
Marketing, production, everything. Double it."
There were nods of agreement around the table, but Paul, one of the
senior investors, raised a concern. "What about the international
market? We’ve been talking about expansion, but the rollout has been
slower than expected."
I clenched my jaw, not liking the reminder of delays. "I’m aware.
We’re securing new distribution channels overseas. Once those are
locked in, we’ll move. Until then, we focus on dominating where we
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 Preston jumped in again, always eager to give his two cents.
"Pushing forward will require additional resources, more than we
initially planned for."
"Then find them," I said bluntly. "That's why you're here, isn’t it?"
He nodded quickly, making a note in his book. The rest of the
meeting moved along with the usual strategies and projections. People
droned on about the same things I’d heard a dozen times before. My
focus drifted, though I made sure to keep my exterior sharp and
attentive.
But deep down, my mind was somewhere else.
I hadn’t been able to shake her from my thoughts since the party.
The way she moved, the way she held herself, it was more than just
presence. There was something about her, something that made me
uneasy. And I hated being uneasy.

Once the meeting wrapped up, I went through the usual pleasantries,
handshakes, small talk, more empty words. But as the room cleared, I
found myself lingering behind. Alone at the table, I leaned back in my
chair, tapping my fingers against the wood, the rhythm matching the
racing thoughts in my head.
She wasn’t just another businesswoman. I’d met plenty of those.
No…
There was something different about her. Something I couldn’t quite
place. It wasn't an attraction. I didn’t have time for that kind of
distraction, especially with someone who could be a potential rival.
But there was an itch I couldn’t ignore.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, finding the
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 "Garrett," I said. "I need you to look into someone."
Garrett was my guy for these things. A private investigator with the
ability to dig into places most people wouldn’t even think of. He’d
handled things for me before, finding out who was playing dirty in
deals, tracking down information I needed before others had it.
"Who?" Garrett asked, his voice direct,
"Mercelline," I replied. "I want everything on her, her past, her
business, her connections. Find out what she’s really about."
"Consider it done. How soon?"
"As soon as possible," I said, then hung up.
I sat there for a moment, staring at my phone, letting the weight of
my request sink in. I wasn’t doing this because I was curious. No, this
was business. I couldn’t let someone like Mercelline slip under my
radar without knowing what she was capable of.
She had her own business, one that was growing faster than I’d
anticipated. And even though she wasn’t my direct competitor yet, I
knew how this game worked. She could become one.

As I leaned back in my chair, I thought about her again, her sharp

gaze, her calm demeanor. She hadn’t seemed intimidated by me at the
party, which was unusual. Most people in my world had at least some
sense of caution around me, but not her.
There was something in her eyes. Confidence, sure. But also
something that stirred a strange suspicion in me.
I wouldn’t call it an obsession. That wasn’t the right word. But I
couldn’t ignore this... whatever it was.
I wanted to know everything about her. And I wanted to do it
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operated.
Control.
Power.
Knowledge.
The thought of her lingered as I left the empty meeting room. This
wasn’t about love. That much I was sure of. But it was about
something. Something I didn’t yet understand.

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THE ROSE

I stepped into the sleek, modern boutique,

Saint Laurent,
The familiar scent of leather and expensive fabric instantly calmed
my senses. The store was like a sanctuary for me, a place where I
could escape the pressures of business and just be. I loved the feel of
it all, the cool marble under my heels, the subtle lighting that made
every piece of clothing seem like art on display. This was my space,
and today, I was here to indulge.
I brushed my hand along a row of beautifully tailored jackets, each
one more tempting than the last. My fingers lingered over the soft
fabric of a midnight-black blazer, the perfect balance of elegance and
power.
Power.
That’s what Saint Laurent had always represented to me. It was more
than just fashion, it was armor. Every piece I bought made me feel
more in control, more... untouchable. I smiled to myself, feeling the
familiar thrill of splurging, knowing that I had earned every bit of it.
But today, as I moved through the store, something was different.
There was a strange tingle running down my spine, a sensation I
couldn’t quite shake. It was as if... someone was watching me. I
glanced around, my eyes scanning the boutique, but nothing seemed
out of place. Shoppers moved around me, oblivious to my presence,
focused on their own retail therapy. The sales associates were busy
with other customers, their faces pleasant but distant.

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 I shook my head, laughing a little at myself. You’re just being
paranoid, Mercelline.
But still, that feeling stayed with me. As I moved deeper into the
store, picking up a few more items, leather trousers, a silk blouse, and
an oversized coat, I couldn’t ignore the creeping sensation that there
were eyes on me.
It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. In business, I was always the one
watching, always the one in control. But here, in this space where I
came to unwind, the shift unnerved me.
I moved towards the fitting rooms, catching glimpses of myself in
the mirrors. My reflection looked back at me, calm and composed.
You’re imagining things. I gave myself a small nod, pushing the odd
feeling aside as I tried on the pieces I had picked.
In the mirror, the blazer fit perfectly, hugging my frame in all the
right places. It was a reminder of why I was here, to take care of
myself, to indulge, to enjoy the fruits of my hard work. I took a
breath, pulling the lapels together, focusing on the satisfaction that
came from seeing my image sharpen into exactly who I wanted to be.
But as I changed out of the outfit, the sensation came back, stronger
this time. It was as if the walls of the fitting room were closing in,
someone’s presence looming just beyond the curtain. I pulled it back
quickly, stepping out into the open, but there was no one there. Just
other shoppers, busy with their own lives.
I made my way to the counter, deciding that enough was enough.
The sooner I finished up here, the sooner I could get home and reset.
The cashier gave me a polite smile, ringing up my purchases as I
handed over my credit card. I glanced over my shoulder one last time,
feeling the weight of that unknown gaze still lingering. But again,
there was no one.

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No suspicious faces, no one paying me any extra attention.
Paranoia, I told myself again, taking my shopping bags and leaving
the store. The moment I stepped outside, the brisk air of the evening
hit my face, and the unsettling feeling began to dissipate.
I called for a ride and slid into the back seat of my car, leaning back
into the plush leather as we moved through the city. The feeling of
being watched was gone, but it left a residue behind, a nagging
discomfort that I couldn’t quite shake.

✦✦✦
Back at home, I dropped my bags by the entrance and headed
straight to my study. I needed to refocus, to get my mind back on
track. Fashion was my escape, yes, but business was my power. And
right now, there was no time to be distracted by silly feelings or
unexplainable moments.
I grabbed my tablet from the desk, reviewing the latest figures from
my company. Growth was steady, but it wasn’t enough. I had plans,
big ones, and I needed to move faster. That’s what today was really
about. Getting ahead. Staying ahead.
As I began outlining my new strategies, I picked up the phone to call
my assistant, Jasmine.
"Mercelline, good evening,"
"Good evening, Jasmine. I need you to schedule a meeting for
tomorrow morning. We need to go over the expansion plans and
discuss increasing our digital presence. There are new markets we
need to tap into."
"Of course," Jasmine replied smoothly. "I’ll have everything
prepared for you."

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 "Thank you. Make sure everyone is ready. We can’t afford to waste
time."
"Understood. I’ll confirm the meeting details shortly."
I hung up, feeling more grounded. Work always had that effect on
me, bringing me back to center. It reminded me that I was in control,
no matter what fleeting feelings or odd moments came my way.

I spent the next hour finalizing the details of tomorrow’s strategy

session, making notes, and reviewing numbers. By the time I looked
up, the sky outside my window had turned dark, the city lights
twinkling in the distance.
The uneasy feeling from earlier had all but vanished, replaced by the
steady rhythm of my work. Whatever had been watching me, if
anything at all, didn’t matter now. I was focused on one thing,
growing my empire.
I closed my tablet, letting out a deep breath. Tomorrow was another
day, another step toward success. And nothing, no strange feelings or
unexpected glances, would distract me from that.

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 CHAPTER SIXTEEN

THE SERPENT

The bar buzzed with energy, laughter filling the air as my friends and
I sat around one of the high-top tables, glasses clinking as we toasted
to nothing in particular. Kyle was sitting across from me, his usual
cocky grin plastered across his face, while the others, Jake, Marcus,
and Ethan, engaged in some heated banter about a game they’d
watched last week.

"So, Riven," Jake leaned over, nudging my arm. "You planning on

hitting the gym tomorrow or letting yourself fall into the depths of
lazy hell like Marcus over here?" He laughed, earning a playful punch
on the shoulder from Marcus.

I shrugged, taking a sip from my drink. "You know me, Jake. Never
miss a day."

"Yeah, that’s right, our very own machine," Ethan chimed in,
mockingly flexing his biceps.

"Don’t make me embarrass you with an arm-wrestling match," I shot

back, earning more laughs from the table.

As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and we turned our attention
to the crowd at the bar. A group of women, all done up, were standing
nearby, catching the attention of my friends.

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 "Man, check out the one in the red dress," Marcus muttered, nodding
toward the brunette sipping her cocktail by the bar. "She’s been
eyeing us since we got here."

Kyle smirked. "No, she’s been eyeing me since we got here. Watch
and learn, gentlemen."
"Yeah, right," Jake said, rolling his eyes. "I’d bet she’s already got
someone else in mind."

They all laughed, and the conversation quickly veered into the usual
territory of who could charm whom, each of my friends throwing in
their own take on the situation. It was good to just relax, let loose, and
not think about anything serious for once.

In the middle of their chatter, my phone buzzed on the table. I

glanced down and saw it was a call from Garette, my investigator. I
quickly picked it up.

"Yeah?" I answered, my tone casual but alert.

"Got something for you," Garette said on the other end. "I sent over
some pictures. You’ll want to take a look. Call me if you need
anything else."

Without another word, the line went dead, and my phone buzzed
again with a notification. I opened it, scrolling through the images
Garette had sent. They were of Mercelline, shopping, no less. She was
at Saint Laurent, dressed to perfection, scanning the racks with her
signature sharp gaze.

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 A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I took in the sight of her.
Always so put-together, always so in control. My eyes lingered on one
image of her holding up a sleek black blazer. Interesting choice.

Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, Marcus noticed the
expression on my face.
"Yo, Riven, what’s got you grinning like that?" he asked, raising an
eyebrow.

I quickly locked my phone and slid it back into my pocket, casually

reaching for my drink. "Nothing," I said, taking a long sip. "Just some
good news."
Kyle gave me a knowing look. "Good news, huh? Didn’t look like
business to me."

The others chuckled, but I brushed it off, keeping my face neutral.

"Let’s just say it’s a... personal matter."

Ethan raised his glass. "Well, whatever it is, let’s drink that."

We clinked glasses again, the conversation quickly returning to the

women at the bar and the ridiculous bets being placed about who
would make a move first. I played along, but my mind wandered back
to the images in my phone, the smirk still playing on my lips.

I didn’t know what it was about her, but I had to know more. And
now, I had the means to do exactly that.

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 The rest of the night continued in a blur of laughter, drinks, and
teasing, but even as we toasted to nothing and everything, my
thoughts stayed on..
Mercelline.
I’d keep it quiet for now, no need to involve the guys in this. But I
was going to get to the bottom of whatever this strange pull was, and I
would do it my way.

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THE ROSE

“We need to rethink our entire social media approach,”

I began, leaning forward, tapping my pen against the table, "The
competition for attention is more aggressive than ever. We’ve done
well with the product quality, but what we need now is to go viral
with something fresh. Something disruptive."

"Agreed," Sienna, our marketing head, chimed in. "The trends are
constantly evolving, and we need to tap into the new wave. The
question is, how do we make Melf Cosmetics stand out even more
when every other brand is also trying to jump on the latest trends?"

The room was filled with the quiet hum of people thinking, some
tapping on their laptops, others scrolling through reports on their
tablets. The team gathered today consisted of my top-tier advisors,
people I trusted to help me scale Melf Cosmetics to the very top. But
today, we needed something different. The stakes were higher, and I
wasn't settling for just being 'good' anymore. I wanted Melf Cosmetics
to become the top #1 beauty brand, period.

"Our Instagram presence is solid, but we need more," I continued.

"The engagement is there, but it's not explosive. We’re good with
product
launches, but what if we introduce limited-edition collections that
drop without warning? Something that creates a buzz, something

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instant drops."

David, my digital strategist, nodded. "It would create urgency,

exclusivity. People love that. We could push it on TikTok too. Get
influencers in the beauty industry to create spontaneous reviews,
showcasing how these limited editions are something they stumbled
upon. Authenticity sells." Sienna leaned in, intrigued. "But which
influencers? We don’t want the same faces every other brand is using.
It’s crucial that we reach out to fresh talent, those on the rise, people
who are still relatable. That way, we can form long-term
partnerships."

I nodded. "Exactly. We need authenticity. People are tired of overly

polished endorsements. They want to believe that the influencer
actually loves the product. We should focus on micro-influencers with
high engagement rates, but with a personal touch that feels real. I
don’t care if they have ten thousand followers or a million. It’s about
the connection."

There was a murmur of agreement around the table, pens scratching

paper as ideas were jotted down. I could feel the energy shifting, this
was what I loved about these meetings. When the ideas started to
flow, when the air crackled with possibility.

"We should also look into collaborating with an artist for unique
packaging," I suggested. "Something collectible, something that
makes the buyer feel like they own a piece of art. It's not just about
the product anymore, it's the experience. If we can turn the packaging
into a keepsake, it'll add another layer of value to our customers."

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 Leaning back in my chair, I glanced around the room, watching as
my team processed the idea.

"How about artists who are also social media influencers?" David
added, quickly typing something on his laptop. "They’d already have
their own following, and their collaboration could bring us fresh eyes.
We can push this as a limited art collection, showcasing the
uniqueness of each product."

"I like it," I said, a smile creeping onto my face. "But the art can’t
just be decorative. It has to tell a story, one that aligns with Melf
Cosmetics. It needs to reflect our core message, empowerment, self-
expression, and confidence. We're not just selling makeup; we’re
selling a way of life." Sienna smiled at me. "You’ve always had a
knack for storytelling,
Mercelline. If we can merge that with the art, we’re golden."

I stood up, pacing slowly around the room as I spoke. "The market’s
flooded with products, yes. But stories? Stories are what stick with
people. Melf Cosmetics is more than a brand. It's about embracing
who you are. Every product we launch needs to reflect that. When
someone wears our lipstick or uses our skincare line, I want them to
feel like they’re tapping into their own personal power."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as I circled back to my

chair.

"We’ll have to research carefully," David said, his eyes glued to his
screen. "Find an artist whose aesthetic lines up with ours. Someone
whose values align with our brand ethos. And we can even

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incorporate their art into our social campaigns, build anticipation
before the drop."

Sienna scribbled in her notebook before looking up at me. "What

about international markets? We've been focusing a lot on North
America and Europe, but there's a massive demand for niche, high-
end cosmetics in Asia. If we position ourselves right, we could break
into those markets with this campaign."

"That’s a good point," I acknowledged. "We’ve had success with our

global sales, but it's time to invest more in our Asian expansion. That
market appreciates luxury and exclusivity. We should tailor specific
collections to that audience, something that appeals to their cultural
aesthetics."

The discussion continued, diving deeper into strategy. My thoughts

were already on the next steps, seeing the potential unfold in my mind
like a well-drawn blueprint. But I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. Every
detail had to be flawless.
Finally, as the meeting began winding down, I stood up again.
"Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. I want a detailed action plan
by tomorrow morning. Start reaching out to influencers, both for
content and potential collaborations. I’ll take care of the artist for the
packaging. Let’s start scouting immediately."

Sienna and David nodded. The rest of the team began gathering their
things, standing up from the long meeting table. I could see the
excitement in their eyes. They knew we were onto something.

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 As they filtered out of the room, I caught Sienna’s eye and said,
"Great work today. Let’s make this count."
"We will, trust me."

Once everyone had left, I lingered for a moment, staring at the now-
empty conference room. I could almost see it, Melf Cosmetics,
standing at the very top, dominating the industry. That was where I
belonged. Where we belonged.

And I was ready to take it.

With that final thought, I grabbed my phone, called my assistant, and

said, "Let’s schedule the meeting for tomorrow. I want this plan in
motion as soon as possible."

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 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

THE SERPENT

“Riven, the contracts for the new merger are on your desk,” Jordan,
one of my senior associates, announced as he entered my office. His
tone was formal, as usual, but there was a hint of urgency in his voice.

I barely looked up from the file I was skimming, nodding in

acknowledgment. “Good. Set up a meeting with the board later today.
I want them to approve this by the end of the week.”

Jordan nodded, then glanced at the group seated around my office

table. My colleagues, four of the sharpest minds I’d hired to handle
the day-to-day running of Zenith Enterprises, were already deep in
discussion, reviewing sales figures, and drawing up projections for the
next quarter.

"The projections are looking strong," Linda, head of marketing, said

as she turned toward me. "But I think we need to adjust the timeline
on international expansion. The market’s volatile right now, especially
in the tech sector."

I waved my hand dismissively. "We’ll manage. Push the expansion,

but keep a close eye on the numbers. I don’t want any surprises."

Linda nodded, scribbling notes into her tablet as the others continued
talking. My attention drifted slightly, not fully invested in their
conversation, though I was careful to maintain a controlled
expression.

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 I wasn’t particularly concerned with these mundane details. My mind
kept wandering elsewhere, somewhere much more intriguing.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen and
saw Garette’s name flashing. Without hesitation, I pressed the answer
button, leaning back in my chair and turning slightly away from the
table to avoid drawing attention to the call.

“Speak,” I said, keeping my voice low enough so that the others

wouldn’t hear.

“I’ve got some updates for you,” Garette's voice came through the
receiver. “That little plan Mercelline's cooking up, she’s pushing her
brand to go even higher. New strategies, new deals, the whole thing.
But I figured you wouldn’t care much about that.”
“No, I don’t. I’m not concerned with her business ventures.”
“What do you want me to do, then? Keep tabs on the business?”
“No. I need you to keep an eye on her, like a shadow,” I said, my
voice lowering. “I want to know everywhere she goes, who she talks
to, who she meets. I want to know what she’s doing when no one else
is watching. Where she lives, where she works, where she spends her
time. I want it all.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “You want me to act like a
security guard for her?”

“Exactly,” I replied, my tone dark and commanding. “But without

her knowing. Make it subtle, make it clean. I don’t want her to catch
on to anything.”

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 Garette let out a quiet chuckle, the kind that implied he knew exactly
what I was asking for, even without all the details. “Got it. I’ll keep
you updated.
Pictures, locations, whatever you need.”

“Good.” I ended the call without further conversation, slipping my

phone back into my pocket.
I leaned forward in my chair again, a small, knowing smirk playing
at the corner of my lips. My eyes flicked over to the stack of papers on
my desk, but they were the last thing on my mind. Instead, I opened
the drawer beside me and pulled out a small envelope, one I had
received just a few days ago.

Inside were photographs. Pictures of Mercelline. Shots of her

walking down the street, casually browsing through boutiques, her
face framed by soft strands of dark hair. One picture, in particular,
stood out, her standing by a window, gazing into the display of a
luxury store, completely unaware that anyone was watching.

I stared at the images, feeling something shift in my chest. An

unsettling sense of obsession. It was more than just interesting now. It
was... deeper.

As I ran my thumb along the edge of one of the photos, I couldn’t

help but chuckle softly to myself.
She had no idea, did she?
No idea that I was watching her. That I was getting closer, without
her even realizing it.
She’ll never see me coming,

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 I stared at her face in the photograph again, my mind wandering to
the last time we met. The way she had tried to brush me off, that slight
annoyance she had tried so hard to mask.
She thought she could ignore me? She had no idea how much control
I already had over the situation.
Beautiful... yet so oblivious,
I leaned back in my chair, a dangerous satisfaction washing over
me. This obsession, this drive to know every detail about her life, it
wasn’t something I planned to share with anyone. Not Kyle, not my
colleagues, no one. This was mine. My secret to keep, my game to
play.
As I tucked the photos back into the envelope and slid it into my
drawer, I caught myself grinning. This was only the beginning.
The thrill of it, the chase, the secrecy, it was intoxicating. She would
never know how much power I held. How close I was, always
watching, always waiting. And when the time was right... Well, I’d be
the one holding all the cards.

For now, though, I played it cool. To everyone else, I was the same
Riven, the successful, powerful CEO. But in the shadows, I was
something else entirely.
And soon enough,
Mercelline would find out exactly who I was.
But not
yet. Not
yet.

I closed the drawer and turned my attention back to my colleagues,

wiping the smirk from my face as if nothing had happened. My focus

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more than I should, stayed with me.

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 CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE ROSE

I curled up on the plush couch in my living room, the warmth of the

coffee cup radiating through my hands. The sun poured in through the
wide windows, casting soft, golden light across the room. This was
my favorite time of day, late afternoon, when everything seemed to
slow down just enough for me to catch my breath and enjoy a moment
of stillness.

I sipped my coffee, its rich aroma filling the air, and opened my
laptop. The screen flickered to life, revealing the spreadsheet I had
been working on for the past week, new strategies, market projections,
and bold ideas to take Melf Cosmetics to the next level. The numbers
were promising, and the path ahead was clear.

I leaned back into the cushions, a small smile playing at the corners
of my lips. The beauty industry was vast, and competition fierce, but I
was determined to carve out my own space, no, dominate it. I had
plans, and they were bigger than anyone could imagine.

Expansion. Global reach. Top-tier status. It was all within my grasp,

and I knew it.

As I jotted down a few more notes on my strategy, my phone buzzed

beside me, cutting through the quiet of the room. The screen lit up
with an unknown number, and for a moment, I hesitated.

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 I stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to answer. But
curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up and pressed the phone to
my ear.
“Hello?” My voice was calm, steady.
But there was no response. Just silence.

I waited a moment longer, the faint sound of static on the other end
filling the silence. “Hello?” I repeated, this time a little louder.
Still nothing.

A strange feeling crept up my spine, but I pushed it aside and ended

the call, placing the phone back on the table. I didn't have time for
nonsense like this. Whoever it was could stay silent all they wanted, I
had more important things to focus on.

I silenced my phone, not wanting any further distractions, and

returned my focus to the strategies on my screen. My thoughts
wandered back to my goals, and a deep sense of satisfaction washed
over me. There was something incredibly empowering about watching
your dreams take shape, step by step. .

I smiled again, the kind of smile that carried both pride and ambition.
I had worked hard for this, for every bit of success, for every
opportunity, for every single achievement. Melf Cosmetics wasn’t just
another brand. It was a symbol of everything I believed in,
empowerment, beauty, and strength.

My expansion plans were bold, perhaps even audacious, but that’s

what set me apart. While others hesitated, unsure of how far they

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could push, I moved forward without fear. I believed in the power of
beauty to inspire, to transform. And I believed in myself.

With the new product line set to launch soon and international deals
already in the works, it was only a matter of time before Melf
Cosmetics became a household name. And I was ready for it.

I closed the laptop, taking a deep breath. The future was bright, and
the possibilities were endless. And as I sat there, sipping my coffee, I
couldn’t help but feel a swell of excitement.

There’s no ceiling,
There’s no limit to what I can do.
With a final sip of coffee, I set the cup aside and stood up, stretching
slightly. Tomorrow was another day, another step closer to my goals.
But for now, I could enjoy the calm before the storm, knowing that
soon, everything I had worked for would come to fruition.

And when it did, the world would know Melf Cosmetics was here to
stay, at the very top.

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 CHAPTER TWENTY

THE SERPENT

Laughter spilled from my lips as I leaned back into the plush couch,
the sound echoing through the stillness of my home. There was
something sinister, something thrilling about the silence on the other
end of the phone when Mercelline picked up earlier. The confusion in
her voice, the uncertainty, it was delicious. She had no idea. No idea
who was watching her every move. Who was pulling the strings from
the shadows.

Mercelline,
You’ll never know who’s behind you, who’s watching, who’s
controlling every step you take.

I stood up, my hands running through my hair as I moved toward my

bedroom. The light outside was fading, casting long, dark shadows
across the floor, and the moment I opened the door, I felt that rush
again. The room was my sanctuary, my secret. The walls were lined
with pictures, pictures of her. Mercelline in different places, different
poses, her beauty captivating in every shot. She didn’t belong in just
one moment; she belonged in every moment.

Her gaze, her laughter, even the way she frowned when she was
deep in thought, it was all here, captured and frozen for me. Only
for me.

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 I sat down on the couch in the corner of the room, letting my eyes
wander over the images on the walls. My fingers tapped on my knee
as I admired her.
Mercelline, if you knew how closely I watched you… but you won’t.
Not until I decide.
There was a twisted sense of power in it all, something darkly
intoxicating. She’d never suspect me. Why would she? I was
charming, successful. On the surface, I was everything she could ever
want in a business partner, or maybe more. But beneath all of that,
behind this well-crafted mask, was a man driven by something far
deeper. Far darker.

My smirk deepened as I imagined her tomorrow, going about her

day, thinking everything was normal. But it wasn’t. I was there.
Always there.
You think you’re alone, Mercelline?
Think again. I’ll be right behind you.
Always watching.
Always waiting.
Leaning back, I let the darkness of the room wrap around me, the
weight of obsession settling in my chest. But it wasn’t love. It wasn’t
something pure. This was something raw, something primal.

She was beautiful, yes. But more than that, she was mine to follow,
to watch, to learn. And as the night closed in, I knew one thing for
sure, Mercelline’s world would soon become a maze, and I’d be the
one guiding her every step through it.

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 You don't know it yet, but every breath you take belongs to me,
every step you take leads you closer to where I want you.
And when the time comes,
You'll realize that escaping me was never an option.

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THE ROSE

“I want this launch to hit the market hard,” I said, glancing at the
eager faces around the table. They were waiting for my next move,
knowing the weight this decision carried.

“We're launching the new Matte Allure lipstick line before this week
ends,” I continued, keeping my voice steady and commanding. “No
teasers, no early promotions. We're dropping it all at once. I want the
element of surprise on our side.”

I stood at the head of the table, fixing my gaze on the head of

product development. “The formula must be flawless. Make sure the
manufacturer knows there's no room for error. The lipstick needs to be
smooth, long-lasting, and non-drying. I want something that hydrates,
something that leaves an impact.”

The head of product development nodded vigorously. “Absolutely,

we’ll ensure the quality is top-notch.”
I turned to the marketing lead. “Can we coordinate the launch
materials and press release in time?”
“Definitely,” she replied with enthusiasm.
“We’ll work on a powerful narrative that captures the essence of
Matte
Allure. I’ll make sure we’re ready.”

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 Nods of agreement surrounded the room, the atmosphere charged
with excitement. “The ingredients must be premium,” I continued.
“We’re using hydrating agents for comfort, pigment binders for
intense color, and smoothing oils for a flawless glide. This isn't just
another product, it’s going to set us apart.”
A member from the sales team chimed in, “We’re all in on this. If we
execute correctly, we’ll dominate the market.”
“Should we build anticipation post-launch?” another team member
asked, hopeful.
“No,” I replied.
“We need buzz, but not before it drops. We’ll let the product speak
for itself. By the time we announce it, people will already be
scrambling to get their hands on it.”

The tension in the room thickened, the weight of the deadline sinking
in. “We’ve got until the end of the week,” I said. “Make it happen.”

As the meeting concluded, I returned to my office, satisfied but

knowing there was still more work to do. I dialed Catherine, my
assistant, who picked up after the first ring.

“Catherine, I need a business party scheduled at my house next

week,” I
said, getting straight to the point. “We’ll use it to officially announce
the launch of the Matte Allure line. Elegant, but not too extravagant.”

“Understood. I’ll start arranging it now,” she replied, her tone steady
and professional, as always.

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 “And make sure to invite the right people,” I added. “I want the most
influential figures from the beauty industry, the press, and anyone else
who needs to see this.”

“Consider it done,” she confirmed before hanging up.

I leaned back in my chair, a small smile creeping onto my face. This

was the moment I had been building towards, when all my hard work,
all my meticulous planning, would come to fruition. The launch of
Matte Allure wasn’t just another product release, it was a statement,
proof of everything I’d worked for.
I was setting a new standard, and soon everyone would know it.

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THE SERPENT

The café hummed with quiet conversations and the soft

clinking of cups. I leaned back in my chair, my attention focused
on the man seated across from me. The meeting had gone
smoothly so far, but I wasn’t here for small talk. Business never
allowed time for pleasantries.

“Mr. Davis, the last quarter’s performance has been inconsistent,” I

said, my voice measured but firm. "I need assurances that your team is
capable of handling the next phase of operations. The margins have
been tight."

Mr. Davis, a seasoned businessman with years of experience in his

field, shifted in his seat, offering a nod of acknowledgment. "I
understand your concerns, Mr. Riven. The last quarter wasn’t our best,
but we’ve already identified the issues, supply chain disruptions and
vendor delays, and we’ve taken steps to correct them."

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Steps aren’t enough.

You need to show results, and quickly. Zenith Enterprises doesn’t deal
with delays. If this happens again, we’ll be forced to look elsewhere."

Mr. Davis cleared his throat, sensing the weight of my words. "I
assure you, Mr. Riven, that won’t be necessary. We’ve adjusted our
production schedules and are working with new vendors to ensure
consistency. The next quarter will meet expectations."

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 I studied him for a moment longer before nodding.
"Good. I expect nothing less."
The conversation concluded, and we exchanged a quick, professional
handshake before parting ways. Business, as always, never left room
for error.

As soon as I stepped out of the café, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Kyle’s name flashed on the screen, and I sighed, already anticipating
what the call would be about.

I answered the call.

"Riven, it’s been forever, man. Where’ve you been hiding?" Kyle’s
voice was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his usual
tone.
"I’ve been busy," I replied, keeping my tone short. I glanced at the
bustling street, already thinking about the next task on my list.
"Busy, huh? You’ve been saying that for weeks. Come on, let’s hang
out tonight. Grab a drink, maybe hit the club. We haven’t gone out in
ages."
I sighed, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I got
into my car. "Not tonight, Kyle. There’s too much going on right
now."

Kyle’s tone shifted, from playful to serious. "You always say that.
What’s really going on? You can’t keep burying yourself in work,
Riven. It’s not healthy.”
"It’s not about avoiding anything," I replied.
"I’ve got deadlines, projects, things that can’t wait."

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 Kyle wasn’t letting this go. "Yeah, but you’re going to burn out if
you keep this up. I’m not saying take a week off, just one night. We
can keep it low-key."

I stared out the window, the weight of everything settling on my

shoulders. "I can’t. Not tonight.

Kyle sighed, clearly disappointed. "Fine, but you know I’m right.
You need a break. You can’t keep running like this."

"I’ll be fine," I replied, though I wasn’t entirely convinced.

"Just don’t overdo it, alright? We’ll catch up some other time," Kyle
added before hanging up.

I pocketed the phone, my mind already shifting back to business. But

before I could start the car, my phone rang again, Garette.
"I’ve got something you’ll want to hear," Garette said,
"Mercelline is launching a new product, some kind of Matte lipstick.
There’s going to be a business party at her place next week."

A flicker of suspicion crawled up my spine. Mercelline was always

two steps ahead, always calculating.

"Next week?"

"Yeah. I’ll get you more details as soon as I have them," Garette
confirmed, his voice clipped.

"Good," I said, ending the call.

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 As I sat there, a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. This wasn’t
just a product launch,
Mercelline was too calculated for something that simple.
Whether she invited me or not, it didn’t matter. I’d be there,
watching, waiting. She couldn’t hide from me.

Even if I had to slip into the shadows to get close, I would. No

matter the cost, I would find my way to her. And when I did, our
meeting wouldn’t be by chance.

✦✦✦

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 CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

THE ROSE

The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the large
windows of my living room, casting a warm light across the space. I
sat curled up on the couch, my feet tucked beneath me, a book on
mental stimulation in my hands. The stillness of the room was
calming, and I was lost in thought as I read.

Just as I turned a page, I heard the front door open with a burst of
energy. Before I could react, Lyra practically skipped into the room,
her face glowing with excitement.

"Mercelline! You won’t believe what just happened!" she exclaimed,

her voice brimming with joy.

I closed my book, a smile already spreading across my face as I

stood up.
"Lyra? What are you doing here? You look like you’re about to
burst!"

She rushed over, grabbing my hands in hers, eyes wide and

gleaming.
"I’m getting married!"

I gasped, my heart leaping in excitement for her. "What? Married?

Lyra, that’s amazing! Tell me everything, when, where, how?"

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 Lyra could barely contain her excitement as she spoke, her voice
giddy. "It’s happening this weekend! Minjun proposed last night, and
we’re making it official with our families on Saturday. Can you
believe it?"

I squealed, pulling her into a tight hug. "Oh my God, Lyra, I’m so
happy for you! I always knew you two were perfect together!" My
voice was filled with joy, and I couldn’t stop smiling. "You must be
over the moon right now!"
Lyra giggled, her cheeks flushed with happiness. "I didn’t expect it
to happen so soon, but Minjun said he couldn’t wait anymore. He
planned this whole romantic dinner, and he was so nervous,
Mercelline! You should have seen him, he was fidgeting with his
napkin the whole time!"

"That’s so sweet! He really loves you, Lyra. And he’s Korean, right?
I bet he did something traditional for the proposal!" I teased, already
imagining how thoughtful and intricate Minjun’s plans must have
been.

Lyra sighed dreamily. "Yes, he did! He actually spoke to my parents

first, you know, to get their blessing, which totally melted my heart.
Then during dinner, he gave me this beautiful speech about how much
I mean to him, and then…he got down on one knee!"

I gasped, feeling my own heart swell with emotion. "Awww, that

sounds perfect! So, how did you feel when he proposed? Did you
cry?"

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 "Mercelline, I was a mess!" Lyra laughed. "I mean, he’s so sweet
and thoughtful, and I couldn’t stop tearing up. But I managed to say
yes through the tears, don’t worry."

We both laughed together, the sheer happiness in Lyra’s voice

lighting up my mood completely. I could picture her now, her bright
eyes full of love, her cheeks flushed with joy.

"So, what’s the plan for the wedding night?" I asked, eager to hear
more details. "I need to start planning my outfit right away!"

Lyra squealed again, her excitement overflowing. "Yes, you do!

We’re doing something intimate, just close family and friends.
Minjun’s family is flying in from Seoul, and I’m so nervous to meet
them! What if they don’t like me?"
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Are you kidding? They’re going to love
you, Lyra. You’re amazing! You and Minjun are like the perfect
couple, there’s no way they won’t see that."

"I hope so," Lyra said with a small, nervous laugh. "Minjun keeps
telling me not to worry, but you know how I get it. I just want
everything to go smoothly."

"It will," I reassured her. "And don’t worry about the outfit, because
you’re going to look stunning, as always. Have you thought about
what you’re going to wear?"

"Oh, don’t even get me started," she groaned dramatically. "I’ve

been going through a million different dresses, and I can’t decide!

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Should I go elegant and classy, or something a bit more modern and
fun?"

"Hmm, tough call," I said, tapping my finger against my chin as if

she were standing right in front of me. "But I say go for something
that shows off your style, classy with a twist, maybe? Something that
makes you feel confident and beautiful."

"Ugh, you’re right! I was leaning toward this sleek satin dress I found,
it’s simple but has this beautiful shimmer to it. Minjun hasn’t seen it
yet, and I think he’ll love it."

I smiled, already picturing her glowing in the dress. "You’ll look like
a goddess, trust me. And I’ll be there to help you with the final
touches."

"Of course you will! I need my bestie there to make sure

everything’s perfect," Lyra replied, her voice full of affection.

"And what about you, Mercelline? Any new developments on your

end?" she asked after a beat of silence, her tone turning playful.
I laughed, shaking my head. "No major updates yet. I’ve been pretty
focused on business recently, but who knows? Maybe something
exciting will happen at my next launch party."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that! You never know what’s coming
around the corner," Lyra teased. "But for now, let’s focus on the most
important thing, me!"

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 We both erupted in laughter again, the kind of carefree joy that only
came from sharing good news with your closest friend.

"You’re right, Lyra, this weekend is all about you," I said, still
smiling.
"And I can’t wait to celebrate every single moment with you."

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THE SERPENT

The bar buzzed with the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses,
and distant music, but my mind was far from the noise. I took a long
sip of my drink, feeling the burn of whiskey slide down my throat,
barely registering it as I stared at the amber liquid.

Kyle sat next to me, drumming his fingers on the table in his usual
restless way. He glanced over, catching my silence.
"You’re in your head again, man. Spill it."
I leaned back in my chair, a smirk tugging at my lips. "It’s
Marcelline."
Kyle raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. "Marcelline? Didn’t
know you were on a first-name basis with her. What’s going on?"

I exhaled, tapping the glass in my hand.

"I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s not just... attraction. It’s
something more." I paused, glancing at him.
"Something I can't shake."
Kyle’s eyes flickered with amusement, but he said nothing, waiting
for me to continue.

"I want her," I said, the words heavier than I expected.

"Not just want. It’s... consuming. The way she looks, the way she
carries herself. It’s like she’s everywhere, haunting my thoughts. It’s
not just business anymore."

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 Kyle let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Man, I’ve seen you
obsess over deals, but a woman? That’s new."

I narrowed my gaze at him. "It’s not the same. I’ve been thinking
about the party she’s throwing for her launch in a few days."

"Hmm, What’s the plan?"

A dark smile crept across my face. "I’m going to show up, whether
she invites me or not. I need to see her. It doesn’t matter how, it just
has to happen. And when it does..." I trailed off, feeling the weight of
my obsession sink deeper.
Kyle raised his drink to his lips, taking a slow sip before responding.
"Sounds like you’ve got it bad, man. Real bad."

"You have no idea," I muttered.

"It’s not just about getting ahead of her in business anymore. I want
her, completely. I’ll figure out a way, whether it’s at her house, at the
party, or after. I need to make her see me."

Kyle studied me for a moment, his usual lighthearted demeanor

faltering. "You sure you’re thinking this through? This sounds like
something more than just lust, Riven."

"I know what it is," I said.

"And I don’t care. I’m not stopping."

Before Kyle could respond, a woman appeared beside him, her hand
slipping onto his thigh, fingers sliding up with an unmistakable
intention.

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Her other hand gently cupped Kyle’s face, her eyes gleaming with
mischief. "Hey, handsome," she purred, her voice soft and teasing.

Kyle grinned, turning his full attention to her. "Well, aren’t you a
bold one?" He glanced at me briefly, smirking. "You see this, Riven?
Some women just know what they want."

The woman giggled, climbing onto Kyle’s lap, straddling him

without hesitation. Her hands moved to his chest, and within
moments, her lips were on his, her hips pressing against him as she
kissed him deeply. The sounds of their lips meeting and the way her
body ground against him made it clear they weren’t holding back.
Kyle’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss
deepened, his breath heavy between each moment their lips parted.
"Mmm, you taste as good as you look," he murmured against her
lips, his hands exploring her body as she moaned softly in response.

I watched, amused, taking another sip of my drink. "Well, you

certainly don’t waste any time," I teased, shaking my head at him.

Kyle broke the kiss briefly, glancing over at me with a cocky grin.
"Why would I? Life’s too short."

The girl’s hands slipped up to his hair, tugging slightly as she leaned
in for another deep kiss, her body pressing tighter against his. Kyle
groaned into the kiss, clearly enjoying every second of it.

I chuckled, finishing my drink and standing up.

"Enjoy yourself. I’m heading out," I said, grabbing my jacket.

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 Kyle waved me off, his attention already back on the girl, who had
her fingers trailing down his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his
shirt. "Yeah, yeah. Have fun planning your obsession," he teased, his
voice muffled between kisses.

I left the bar, feeling the cool night air hit my face as I stepped
outside. My thoughts, however, stayed behind with Marcelline. The
plan was in motion, and soon enough, I’d have my chance.

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THE ROSE

The soft hum of music filled the air as Lyra and I strolled
through the mall, arms hooked together, laughing at some silly
memory she’d just reminded me of. It had been far too long
since we’d done something like this, just the two of us,
shopping, catching up, and forgetting about the constant grind of
work.

"Oh my God, look at this!" Lyra exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as

she pointed to a window display.
A pale pink gown shimmered under the soft lights, its fabric flowing
like liquid silk. She rushed over to the window, pressing her hands
against the glass. "Isn’t it stunning? I’m thinking of something like
this for the wedding night."

I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Lyra had been glowing
ever since she told me about the marriage to Minjun. Seeing her so
happy made my heart swell with joy. "It’s beautiful, Lyra," I agreed.
"But you’ll need something even more breathtaking for your big day."

She giggled, twirling on her heels to face me. "I can’t believe it’s
happening. I’m really getting married!" Her eyes sparkled as she
spoke, and I could see the excitement bubbling inside her. "You’re
helping me plan everything, right?"

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 "Of course," I replied without hesitation. "I wouldn’t miss it for the
world."

Lyra grabbed my hand, pulling me toward another shop. "Then come

on! We need to find the perfect dress for you too. You can’t just wear
any boring old thing to my wedding night. You need something fierce.
Something that says, ‘I run this world!’"
I laughed, letting her lead me through racks of elegant dresses.
"Lyra, I’m not stealing your thunder at your own wedding night. It’s
your moment."

"Please," she scoffed, flipping through dresses as she spoke. "You

could show up in a potato sack, and I’d still be the center of attention.
But I want you to look amazing. You’ve been killing it with your
business lately. You deserve to feel just as fabulous as you are."

Her words warmed me. "Thank you," I said softly, glancing at a

sleek black dress that caught my eye. "Speaking of business, the
launch is next week. I’ve been going nonstop to get everything
perfect."

Lyra perked up at that, abandoning her search for dresses to give me

her full attention. "Tell me all about it. What’s this new product
everyone’s buzzing about?"

I smiled, feeling the pride well up inside me. "It’s a new matte
lipstick. I wanted something bold, something that makes a statement.
We’re launching it without any teasers, so it’s going to hit the market
with a bang. I’ve been working with the manufacturer to get the
perfect formula, rich pigment, smooth application, long-lasting."

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 Lyra’s eyes widened with admiration. "Damn, Marcelline. You’re
really out here making waves. I love it! You’re going to dominate the
beauty world."

"I hope so," I replied, trying to keep the excitement contained. "It’s
all about the execution now. I’m throwing a party to announce the
launch, and I want it to be a real spectacle. Something people will talk
about for months."

"You always throw the best parties," Lyra said with a grin. "And this
lipstick? It’s going to be legendary."
We spent the next hour trying on dresses, laughing at some of the
outrageous styles we found. Lyra insisted I try on a sparkling gold
gown that looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. I twirled
in front of the mirror, laughing at how ridiculous and extravagant it
was, while Lyra snapped photos, giggling like a child.

"This one’s definitely a no," I said, shaking my head as I slipped

back into my normal clothes.

Lyra was still laughing, wiping tears from her eyes. "Okay, maybe
not for the wedding night, but you have to admit, you looked like a
total goddess in that."

We wandered out of the shop, both of us carrying bags filled with far
too many clothes. It felt good to just let go and indulge a little.

As we walked, Lyra looped her arm through mine again. "You know,
Marcelline, I’m really proud of you."

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 I glanced at her, surprised by the sudden seriousness in her tone.
"Proud of me? For what?"

"For everything," she said, her voice soft but full of emotion.
"You’ve been through so much, and yet here you are, running a
business, killing it in the industry, and still finding time to be an
amazing friend. It’s inspiring."

Her words hit me harder than I expected. I looked away, swallowing

the sudden lump in my throat. "I’m just trying to keep everything
together."

"Well, you’re doing more than that," she said, squeezing my arm
gently.
"And I’m so lucky to have you by my side for all of this."

I smiled, squeezing her arm back. "I’m the lucky one, Lyra."

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THE SERPENT

I sat at the head of the conference table, scanning the financial

reports in front of me while the office member across from me
wrapped up their presentation. The numbers were solid, just as I
expected, but my mind was focused elsewhere, on expansion, on
growth.

"The projected numbers for next quarter look promising," the man
finished, looking up at me with a nod.
"We’re in a strong position to surpass our targets."

"Good," I replied, leaning back in my chair. "But I’m not interested

in just meeting targets. I want more aggressive growth. Expand into
new markets and push our international branches. I need a full report
on how we’ll do that by the end of the week."

"Understood," he nodded, jotting down notes before looking up

again.

Just as I was about to continue, my assistant, Aaron, came rushing

into the room with a look I hadn’t seen before. He was practically
vibrating with excitement, barely managing to keep his composure.

"Sir, I’ve just received word," Aaron began, trying to catch his
breath, "Zenith Enterprises has been awarded the Global Excellence
Award for

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For a second, I just stared at him, processing the words. "What?"

"It’s official," he said, his smile widening. "Our work on the new
sustainable energy systems has put us at the forefront. Zenith has been
named the top innovator in green technology this year."
I stood up, my heart pounding. I hadn’t expected this, not so soon.
Winning that award meant worldwide recognition. It meant Zenith
was no longer just a competitor, we were leading the industry.

"That’s incredible," I said, reaching across the table to shake the

hand of the man I had been talking to. His face lit up with the same
excitement. "This is huge. Well done."

I turned toward the door as more members of my team entered the

room, all smiles and congratulatory handshakes. The buzz of
excitement spread quickly as everyone exchanged looks of pride.

"This is a win for all of us," I said, shaking hands with every team
member that came up to me. "You’ve done excellent work. Let’s
make sure we keep this momentum."

Aaron was already pulling out his phone. "Shall I alert the PR team?
We should get this news out immediately."

"Absolutely," I said, still feeling the surge of excitement. "I want a

press release by the end of the day. And set up a meeting with the

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board. We need to strategize how to capitalize on this for the next
quarter." Aaron nodded and hurried out to handle it.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I needed to share

the news with Kyle. He picked up on the second ring.

"What’s up, man?" Kyle’s voice came through casually.

"We did it," I said, the thrill still coursing through me. "Zenith just
won the
Global Excellence Award for Innovation."

There was a moment of silence before Kyle’s voice came back, full
of disbelief and excitement. "No way! That’s insane. Congrats, man!"
"Yeah," I said, pacing the room, still trying to wrap my head around
the news. "We’re being recognized as the top innovator in green
energy. This changes everything."

Kyle laughed. "I told you, didn’t I? You’ve been killing it. I bet
you’re losing your mind over there."

"Yeah, you could say that." I chuckled, feeling a rare sense of

satisfaction.
"But this is just the beginning. We’ve got a lot of work ahead."

Kyle was grinning, I could tell. "Man, you never stop, do you?
You’ve already got plans, I bet."

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 "Of course," I said. "There’s no time to slow down now. The
pressure’s on, and I’m ready for it."

Kyle’s laugh came through the line again. "You’re a machine. But
seriously, congrats. You deserve this."

"Thanks," I replied. "Drinks on you next time, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, clearly amused. "Count on it."

We chatted for a few more minutes before I ended the call, a grin
still tugging at the corners of my mouth. Looking out the massive
windows of my office, I felt that familiar drive rise in my chest.
Zenith was where I’d always envisioned it, at the top. But as always, I
was already thinking about what came next.

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THE ROSE

The soft, ambient notes of the quartet floated through the grand hall,
weaving seamlessly between conversations and laughter. The space
was adorned to perfection, with towering bouquets of deep red and
white roses cascading from crystal vases, creating an atmosphere of
opulence and allure. Golden candlelight flickered from elaborate
sconces on the walls, casting a warm glow that made everything, and
everyone, look as if they were bathed in the most flattering light.

I took a breath, smoothing down the intricate lace sleeves of my

dress. The black fabric hugged my figure in just the right places, the
delicate patterns tracing their way down to my wrists, highlighting the
contrast between the dark lace and my fair skin. My wavy hair fell
elegantly over my shoulders, framing my face in soft curls. And my
makeup, cherry lipstick, with a touch of blush and perfectly winged
eyeliner, completed the look. I wanted tonight to be unforgettable, and
every detail was designed to reinforce that.

As I stepped further into the room, I felt dozens of eyes turn my way,
lingering on the black lace of my dress, the bold cherry of my lips,
and the confidence I wore like armor. This was my domain, my
moment. I had built this reputation brick by brick, and tonight was
about celebrating that success.

“Marcelline, thank you for this wonderful evening,

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 ” Mrs. Langston greeted me, her aged but sharp eyes sparkling as she
reached for my hand. Her diamond-encrusted bracelet glittered under
the chandelier’s light as she leaned in close.
"You’ve truly outdone yourself."
“Thank you, Mrs. Langston. It’s always a pleasure to have you here,”
I replied with a warm smile, squeezing her hand gently. She was one
of my most loyal supporters, and though her time in the industry had
passed, her influence was timeless.
She chuckled, her red lips curling up with admiration.
"Your parents would be so proud. Look at all you’ve accomplished
already.”
I inclined my head, accepting her praise. Moments like these were
fleeting but deeply gratifying. As I moved through the crowd, I
greeted each guest, many of whom were prominent figures in the
beauty and fashion industries. Handshakes, cheek kisses, and the
occasional embrace were exchanged, each interaction bringing me one
step closer to what I had come here to do.

The guests around me chatted animatedly about everything from

market shares to the latest trends. There was a palpable energy in the
air, fueled by curiosity and the anticipation of my announcement.
Glasses clinked, laughter rang out, and everywhere I looked, people
were engaged in lively discussions. Zenith’s head of marketing
approached me, his polished smile and impeccable suit indicative of
his respect for tonight’s affair.

“Marcelline, your team’s timing couldn’t be more perfect,” he said,

handing me a glass of champagne.
“This launch is all anyone in the industry is talking about.”

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 I took a sip, letting the crisp bubbles dance over my tongue as I
looked out over the room, my vision for this evening coming together
exactly as I’d planned.
“Thank you,” I said, returning his smile.
“This launch is very close to my heart. I want it to make a
statement.”

Soon, it was time. I walked toward the small platform set up at the
center of the room, the room’s dim lighting directing attention to
where I now stood. I felt the thrill of command, of having everyone’s
eyes fixed solely on me as I took the microphone, looking out over the
room.
“Good evening, everyone.” My voice filled the hall, warm yet
powerful, capturing everyone’s attention.
"Thank you all for coming tonight. Your presence here means a great
deal to me and my team."
A soft murmur of appreciation rippled through the crowd, and I took
a moment to let the anticipation build.
“As many of you may know, tonight we’re here to celebrate
something special,” I continued, my voice steady and confident.
“This Friday, my team and I will be launching a new product, a
matte lipstick line that has been in development for months. This line
is one of our most luxurious yet, and I’m confident it will set a new
standard in beauty.”

The crowd erupted in applause, their expressions full of intrigue and

excitement. I saw eager faces leaning closer, waiting for more details.

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 “This lipstick line isn’t just about beauty,” I said, my tone shifting,
more passionate. “It’s about empowerment. I created this product to
make every woman who wears it feel bold, fearless, and confident.
From its quality ingredients to its long-lasting formula, every detail
has been crafted with care. Our goal was to make something
timeless.”
More applause. I could see the admiration in their eyes, the respect
for the vision I had presented.

A few heads in the crowd exchanged nods, whispers flowing about

the impact this launch could have. It was exactly what I wanted, a
sense of reverence, of excitement about the brand I had poured so
much into.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became even more

vibrant. Guests lingered around the beautifully laid-out tables,
chatting and exchanging business cards, each conversation a potential
alliance or opportunity. The clinking of glasses and laughter filled the
air, a symphony of success echoing through my home.
I circulated through the room, absorbing every moment, every smile
and handshake, every admiring glance. Tonight was more than just a
party; it was a testament to everything I had built and the limitless
future that lay ahead.

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THE SERPENT

I moved through the crowd, the champagne glass cold in my hand as

I clinked it with others around me. The conversations were lively,
filled with congratulations and polite chatter as everyone revealed the
success of the evening.
The place was abuzz, and I could sense the admiration and attention
focused on Mercelline’s launch tonight. But amid all the noise, I had
my own thoughts, ones that wouldn’t leave me alone, no matter how
many times I forced myself to focus.
“Riven, congratulations on Zenith’s recent success,” a voice
interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see Charles Bennett, the CEO of
Indigo Holdings, offering me a firm handshake.
“Thank you, Charles,” I replied with a nod, shaking his hand.
Charles lifted his glass, his expression pleased.
“It’s always inspiring to see someone lead their company with such
determination. And, of course, Mercelline’s event tonight is no
exception, an impressive launch for her new product line. She’s
certainly making an impact.”
“She certainly is,” I agreed, my gaze drifting to where Marcelline
was moving through the crowd, greeting her guests with her usual
poise. “She’s... persistent, I’ll give her that. Marcelline knows how to
make a statement.”
Charles chuckled, nodding. “I think we can all agree on that. She
doesn’t back down easily, and it’s clear she has no plans of slowing
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 I raised my glass, forcing a smile as I watched her from a distance.
“Yes, she’s certainly proving herself.” My words were polite, but in
my mind, my thoughts shifted away from mere business admiration to
something far more personal, something I felt stirring every time I
saw her.
As Charles moved on to mingle with others, I finally made my way
over to Marcelline.
She was radiant,
The lace of her black dress accentuating every curve, her wavy hair
cascading over her shoulders. The cherry-red makeup she wore made
her look like something out of a dream, untouchable, a step beyond
reality.
“Mercelline,” I greeted, my voice carrying over the hum of the
crowd.
She turned, her expression neutral at first but softening slightly when
she saw me.
“Riven,” she said, giving me a polite smile.
I let my gaze linger on her, maybe longer than I should have.
“Impressive launch tonight,” I said,
“You’re handling the crowd with finesse. They’re captivated by your
product, and your presence.”
She raised an eyebrow, catching the edge in my tone.
“Why, thank you. Though, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were
actually giving me a genuine compliment. That doesn’t sound like the
Riven I know.”
“Oh, I mean it,” I replied, lowering my voice slightly.

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 “In fact, I’d say tonight’s a bit more than impressive, Mercelline.
You’ve outdone yourself. That dress, the way you carry yourself…” I
paused, letting my words hang in the air, savoring the effect. “It’s
captivating.”

There was a flicker of something in her eyes, perhaps curiosity

mixed with suspicion. She wasn’t used to seeing me this way, and I
could tell it made her slightly wary. “I didn’t realize my choice of
dress would get your attention,” she replied, the faintest smirk on her
lips.

I leaned in just slightly, enough for her to catch the intensity in my

gaze.
“It’s hard not to notice, Marcelline. You have a way of standing out,
of drawing people in, whether or not they want to be.”
She scoffed, crossing her arms but not stepping back. “People can
choose to look the other way, you know. I don’t force anyone to pay
attention.”
“Maybe, but they do anyway,” I said, letting a small smile play on
my lips. “And tonight, you’ve certainly gotten mine. Your speech
was bold, your launch well-prepared. But I can’t help but think
you’re still trying to catch up, even if you’re impressing everyone
else.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Catch up? Riven, I’m moving
forward whether you’re looking or not. And I’d be careful, I might
just end up leaving you behind.”
I chuckled softly, savoring the fire in her words. “Oh, I doubt that.
I’m always two steps ahead, Marcelline.” I let the words sink in, a
deliberate tease, knowing exactly what reaction it would spark.

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 She lifted her chin, not backing down. “You keep telling yourself
that. But I think, one day, you’ll find yourself trying to catch up to me,
not the other way around.”
I leaned back, offering her a challenging smile. “Then I’ll look
forward to that day. But tonight,” I added, letting my gaze sweep over
her one last time,
“I think I’ll keep watching, just to see if you can surprise me.”

With a final smirk, she turned away, disappearing into the crowd. I
watched her go, my mind replaying every moment of our exchange,
the challenge, the tension. She had a way of getting under my skin, of
making every word between us feel like a game.

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 CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

THE ROSE

The hum of the evening’s success still pulsed through me as I

watched the last of the guests filter out. I’d done it, a flawless launch,
impeccable planning, and a crowd that couldn’t get enough of
Zenith’s newest competition. I took a long breath, letting it settle in,
and then slipped quietly up the stairs to my room, savoring the echo of
my heels as they clicked against the floorboards.

Once inside, I approached the mirror, studying my reflection. My

black lace dress still hugged every curve, and my wavy hair was still
perfectly styled, though the long night showed in the slight flush of
my cheeks. A triumphant smile crept up, unbidden, as I took in the
look of someone who had conquered the night. I felt proud, not just of
the launch, but of the way I’d handled every conversation, every
glance from my competitors.

Just as I began to unwind, my phone vibrated softly on the dresser. It

was Lyra, probably checking in after the party. I answered with a soft
laugh.

“Oh my god, Mercelline, you were amazing tonight,” she said, her
voice brimming with excitement. “You’ve outdone yourself.”
“Thank you, Lyra,” I replied, still admiring my reflection as I spoke.
“It felt right, you know? Like every piece just... clicked. I think this is
the start of something huge for me.”

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 “It’s more than huge, it’s revolutionary. This launch will put you in
an entirely different league, Mercelline. I mean, Zenith’s got nothing
on you.”

I laughed, feeling a thrill from her words.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve put my cards on the table. Let’s see who can
keep up.”
We continued our chat a little longer, with Lyra sharing stories from
her end of the night. The lightness in her voice was infectious, and by
the time we hung up, my spirits felt even higher. I set my phone down
and crossed the room to my favorite spot, the sleek black chair by the
window, its high back curving around me like a comforting embrace.
The window was open just slightly, letting the cool night air drift in.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the
cityscape, and I found myself drawn to it, as if its quiet power
resonated with the determination I felt inside. As I gazed out, my
mind drifted unexpectedly to
..
Riven.
His words from earlier, the way he’d spoken to me tonight, kept
replaying.

Why had he been so complimentary? It felt strange, too much,

somehow. What game are you playing, Riven?, the corner of my
mouth curling as I imagined him scheming to stay one step ahead.

I know Riven doesn’t truly know me...and neither do I know him.

We were competitors, yes, perhaps even enemies on some level. But it

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was also undeniable that our paths kept crossing, as if some unseen
force was determined to pit us against each other. And maybe that’s
exactly what he wanted, to unsettle me with his compliments, to get
under my skin.

I folded my arms across my chest, leaning back in the chair, letting

my gaze drop from the moon to the city below. But the thing is,
Riven, I’m moving forward with or without you. I’ll go further than
you ever imagined. And one day, you’ll see that for yourself.
The satisfaction in my voice surprised me, the quiet thrill of knowing
I was carving my own path, daring anyone, Riven included, to match
my pace. I stayed there for a while, wrapped in the night’s silence,
letting the enormity of my ambition fill me. This was only the
beginning, and I knew that what lay ahead was mine to take.

After some time, I rose, feeling a renewed surge of energy. My gaze

lingered one last time on the moon before I turned back to my bed.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY

THE SERPENT

“So tell me,” Kyle leaned back in his chair, his eyes holding
that familiar spark,
“how’s it feel to have a competitor who might actually be
nipping at your heels?” He tilted his glass, swirling the amber
liquid before taking a slow sip.

I laughed, glancing away as if to brush off his question, though

we both knew there was a truth lingering in his words.
“Mercelline’s ambitious, no doubt. But she’s nowhere near my
level.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh really? Because last I

checked, she’s on the rise faster than anyone could’ve predicted.
I mean, she’s been your biggest competitor for years now, and
this launch… Riven, what if this pushes her past you? What if
she manages to go further than you? She's climbing, man.
Higher and higher.”

I smirked, feeling a surge of determination as I met his gaze.

“Mercelline won’t get past me, Kyle. Not a chance.” I leaned
forward, resting my forearms on the table as I let the confidence
in my voice sink in.

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 “I’m always two steps ahead of her, maybe more. I know every
move she makes, not just because… well,” I paused, letting out
a chuckle, “not just because she’s under my skin in some strange
way, but because her business decisions are something I track
every day. Where she goes, who she meets, the deals she’s
trying to strike, I know it all. I’ve kept tabs on her every move,
every decision.”
Kyle whistled lowly, shaking his head.
“So you’re not only tracking her business moves, but you're
actually keeping an eye on her? I mean, this is sounding a little
more personal than just competition, man.” He chuckled, his
eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Maybe you’re not just two steps ahead, maybe you’re a
little… obsessed?”

A smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Kyle always knew

how to cut straight to the heart of things, even if he was only
half-serious.
“Obsessed? Let’s just say I’m… aware,” I replied, leaning back
and crossing my arms.
“She’s become interesting. More than I expected. But that
doesn’t change the fact that she’s my competition.”
“Interesting, huh?” Kyle raised an eyebrow, leaning forward
with that all-too-familiar look of curiosity.
“Look, I know you’re driven, and I know you’re damn
competitive. But Riven, come on…you actually like her, don’t

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you? You’re following her every move. And don’t even try to
tell me it’s only for business.”

I laughed, but his words hit closer than I wanted to admit.

“I don’t know what it is, Kyle. I saw her at that first business
party, and something just… shifted. Felt strange, unfamiliar.
And yeah, maybe it’s still strange to me, but I’m not letting it
distract me. It’s like I can’t decide if I want to watch her succeed
or beat her to the top.”
“Man, you’re in deep.” Kyle laughed, shaking his head in
amusement.
“But I’ll tell you, she’s sharp, probably sharper than either of
us gave her credit for. She could make a serious impact if you’re
not careful. Watch your back.”
“Careful is my middle name.” I chuckled, but a part of me
lingered on Kyle’s words. He was right. Mercelline wasn’t just
any rival; she was clever, strategic, always thinking two steps
ahead just like I was.
But I had a feeling I knew her better than anyone else.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

THE ROSE

Sitting on the edge of my bed, scrolling endlessly through my phone,

I felt boredom seep into my bones. Notifications and news stories
seemed all the same, nothing capturing my attention. I sighed and
tossed my phone aside. I needed a change of pace, something to break
the monotony.

With a spark of excitement, I thought, Why not go shopping?

Spending some time with myself, just indulging a little, sounded
perfect. I stood up, energized, and made my way to the closet, pulling
out my favorite brown long coat. It was warm yet stylish, with a soft
texture that I loved. Underneath, I paired it with a crisp white shirt and
well-fitted pants that complimented the coat perfectly.
My hair was quickly swept into a loose, casual bun, and I applied a
light brown makeup look that felt natural yet polished.

Satisfied with the final look, I grabbed my handbag and sunglasses,

slipped on some heeled boots, and headed to my car, the glossy black
Mercedes Benz SUV waiting in the driveway. I settled into the
driver’s seat, feeling a small thrill at the sense of freedom. The
weather was cool, perfect for an outing.

✦✦✦

The mall was bustling with life as I arrived, its bright lights and
storefront displays drawing me in. Walking in, I took my time,

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up, and I couldn’t resist glancing over their new collections.
I browsed through the aisles, choosing a few essentials, some new
makeup products, a couple of formal suits, and a sleek pair of high
heels that caught my eye. Shopping always felt refreshing, and today
was no different.
Once I’d gathered my purchases, I headed toward my favorite café in
the mall for a quick break. The warm, comforting smell of coffee
greeted me as I stepped inside. I ordered my favorite latte, then took a
seat by the window, setting down my bags beside me. I checked my
phone while waiting, lost in a few messages and emails, trying to
organize my day ahead.

Minutes passed, and soon my coffee was brought to the table. Just as
I was about to take my first sip, a tall figure appeared at the edge of
my table. I looked up, and in my gaze met a strikingly handsome man,
standing at least 6’1” with a chiseled jawline and a warm, friendly
smile. He looked like someone who commanded attention, and I
couldn’t help but smile back politely.
“Excuse me, are you Mercelline?” His voice was smooth, his tone
almost charmingly hesitant.
“Yes, I am.” I nodded, raising an eyebrow, intrigued.
“I thought so,” he said with a gentle smile.
“I didn’t mean to intrude. My name’s Jack. I just wanted to say
congratulations on your recent launch. I’ve heard a lot of good things
about it. Seems like you’re making waves.”
A warm feeling spread through me at his words, and I couldn’t help
but smile more genuinely.
“Thank you, Jack. That’s very kind of you.”

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 With a respectful nod, he gently took my hand, leaning down to
place a light kiss on it, a gesture that felt both old-fashioned and
surprisingly endearing.
“It’s a pleasure to meet such a successful woman in person,” he
added, straightening up.
I laughed softly, amused yet flattered by his charm. “Thank you,
Jack. You certainly know how to make someone feel special.”

Before I could reach for my latte, Jack gestured toward the waiter
nearby, subtly indicating that he’d like to take care of my bill.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said, holding up a hand politely.
“Really, it’s fine.”
He insisted, his smile not wavering. “Please, consider it a small
gesture of appreciation. It’d be my pleasure.”
After a moment, I gave in and chuckled. “Alright, thank you, Jack.
You’re very kind.”
He waved off the thanks, as if it were nothing. “Kindness comes
naturally when you’re in the presence of someone as remarkable as
you, Mercelline.”

We shared a brief, comfortable silence. I sipped my latte,

appreciating the gesture. Jack seemed thoughtful, glancing down
briefly before looking back at me.

“If it’s not too forward, I’d love to take you to lunch sometime,” he
ventured.
“Perhaps tomorrow? Or whenever you’re free, of course.”

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 His words caught me off guard, and for a second, I hesitated, though
I found myself smiling, feeling charmed by his straightforwardness. It
was rare to meet someone so bold and yet so respectful.
“That sounds nice,” I replied, nodding slowly. “Tomorrow works for
me.”
“Perfect,” he said, his smile widening as I pulled out my phone,
exchanging numbers with him. The moment felt pleasantly
spontaneous, refreshing even.

We chatted for a few more minutes, mostly about the mall’s new
additions and some of the shops we both liked. It was easy and light-
hearted, nothing serious, and I felt a sense of ease around him.

As we got up to leave, he walked me out of the café and through the

mall, making sure to carry some of my bags despite my half-hearted
protests. When we finally reached my car, he chuckled softly, the
sound warm and inviting.
“It was wonderful meeting you, Mercelline. I’ll look forward to
tomorrow,” he said, his eyes holding mine as he gently released my
hand.
“Same here, Jack,” I replied, genuinely pleased. He stepped back,
giving me a small wave as I slipped into the driver’s seat and started
the car.

As I drove away, I couldn’t help but think about Jack, his

confidence, his charm, and the respectful way he carried himself. His
offer for lunch had been surprising, yet I felt a slight thrill at the
thought of something unexpected.

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 Glancing at myself in the rearview mirror, I smiled. Maybe a little
spontaneity is exactly what I needed.

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THE SERPENT

The room buzzed with anticipation. Rows of journalists,

photographers, and key figures from Zenith Enterprises crowded the
expansive press hall, every eye on me. I sat at the center of the stage,
maintaining a poised expression while cameras flashed, capturing this
moment. Today marked a milestone for my company, yet my mind
lingered on the challenge that seemed to be waiting around every
corner.
Melf Cosmetics.
Mercelline.

I pushed that name aside for now, focusing on the event unfolding
before me. The first question came from a man in the front row,
adjusting his glasses as he held up his microphone.
“Mr. Riven, congratulations on the recent success! Zenith
Enterprises is climbing to new heights. Could you tell us what’s next
in store for the company?”

I leaned forward, giving a brief nod of appreciation. “Thank you.

Zenith Enterprises will continue to set new benchmarks, particularly
in the development of products that integrate cutting-edge technology.
We’re aiming for expansions into global markets with innovations in
customer experience that will keep us on the leading edge.”

The crowd murmured with approval, noting my confidence and

ambition.

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 Another reporter, a woman with a notepad in hand, raised her voice.
“How do you manage to keep up with such a high pace? Running a
company like this must be exhausting!”

I smiled, choosing my words carefully. “Running Zenith isn’t just a

job; it’s a part of who I am. Success demands dedication and
resilience, and I have a team who shares this vision. Together, we
don’t just keep up, we stay ahead.”

The answer was met with approving nods and the sound of pens
scribbling my response. But then, as if on cue, a third reporter, a
young man in a sharp suit, raised his hand. He looked at me with a
knowing expression that set my nerves slightly on edge.

“Mr. Riven, with all this growth in Zenith, I’m sure you’re aware of
the competition. Lately, we’ve been hearing a lot about Melf
Cosmetics and its CEO, Mercelline. Her new launch is garnering
attention, and some say her brand is edging close to the top. What are
your thoughts on her rise?”

The question hit harder than I expected. Despite every effort to

remain composed, I felt a flicker of annoyance beneath my calm
exterior.
Mercelline.
The name seemed to echo in my mind, stirring a familiar mix of
resentment and curiosity. I allowed a small chuckle to escape,
masking my agitation as I spoke.

“While there may be other brands gaining attention, Zenith remains

steadfast. We have built a reputation for consistency and excellence.

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So, while competition is natural, we are still unmatched.” I paused,
letting the words hang in the air.
“I have no doubt that we will continue to be at the top.”

My voice was controlled, but inside, I felt an edge of irritation rising.

Mercelline.
How she managed to climb so fast, I didn’t understand. She was
determined, yes, but this, her success coming so close to mine, had
crossed a line. The press seemed to sense the tension, their murmurs
blending into a dull hum as I stood and ended the conference.

✦✦✦
Back in my office, I shut the door firmly behind me, exhaling a
breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The questions replayed in my
mind, and the reporter’s words echoed with a sense of challenge. The
mere thought of her, Mercelline, her company, and her rising
influence, made my jaw clench. I walked over
to my desk, feeling a surge of aggression well up inside. With a
forceful smack, my fist landed on the table, reverberating through the
room.

I couldn’t deny it, her progress had gotten under my skin. And yet,
even in the midst of that irritation, there was something else, an
inexplicable pull I couldn’t quite shake. She had become more than
just a competitor. She was a force that I wanted to overcome, an
enigma I wanted to decipher. But why?

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 I had to admit, she was clever, clever enough to stir the industry,
enough to make people notice her, and certainly enough to have me
thinking about her far more often than I’d ever admit.
But her success was also a threat.
She was a competitor, yes, and now she was rapidly approaching the
top, becoming more formidable than I anticipated. Part of me felt an
urge to prove that no one, not even Mercelline, would outshine me.
She was too close, and I couldn’t allow that.
I knew the feeling well, that surge of rivalry, the competitive fire that
drove me forward. I’d conquered every challenge before this, and she
would be no different.

As I thought about her, my smirk grew into a wry smile. There was
something thrilling in the way she operated, a cleverness I couldn’t
ignore. But that only fueled my drive. She would find herself up
against someone who was always two steps ahead, someone who
would watch her every move and learn her every strategy. No one else
had ever managed to make me feel this invested in a game. And yet,
here I was,
watching, strategizing, and
oddly enough… obsessing.

Relax, Riven, I told myself, leaning against the edge of my desk.

You’re still at the top. She won’t surpass you.
I inhaled deeply, stealing my resolve. There was no room for
weakness. I wouldn’t allow her, or anyone, to make me feel uncertain,
to make me question my own position. If she wanted to compete, then
she’d learn soon enough what it meant to challenge me.

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 And yet, a part of me couldn’t quite understand why she held such an
allure, why my mind kept returning to her image, her clever strategies,
her defiant ambition. She was just a competitor, nothing more. Still,
the frustration of her nearing success intertwined with something
deeper, something I couldn’t ignore.

She’s not going to win,

No one can make me doubt myself.
No one can make me question my standing. And certainly, no one
will defeat me.

In that moment, I felt the tension dissolve, replaced by a fierce

determination. I didn’t care how clever she was or how well she
played this game. This wasn’t just about business anymore; this was
about pride, about proving that Zenith Enterprises, and I, would
remain unbeatable. And if Mercelline thought otherwise, she was in
for a harsh reality check.

Let the world watch her rise, but they’ll see soon enough who truly
holds the power.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

THE ROSE

Excitement filled me as I sat in my office, my thoughts focused

solely on the success of my new launch. This matte lipstick was more
than just another product, it was a statement, a symbol of everything I
had poured into Melf Cosmetics. I could practically feel the energy
and buzz it was generating, and the thought of it made me smile. This
is it, the kind of impact I’ve always wanted to make.

My daydream was interrupted by the soft knock on the door. I

looked up as my assistant stepped in, his face lighting up with a grin.

“Mercelline, you’ll want to hear this,” he said, barely containing his

enthusiasm.
“The launch is going viral. People are going wild over the new matte
lipstick, it’s selling out faster than we anticipated. Social media is
buzzing, and stores are putting in rush orders to restock. We’re about
to hit a major achievement.”

His words sank in, and I felt a swell of pride wash over me. This
wasn’t just a small victory, it was validation of every late night, every
strategy, every ounce of effort I had invested.

I stood up, extending my hand to him with a wide smile.

“Congratulations! You’ve done an amazing job, and so has everyone
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commitment.”

My assistant nodded, sharing in the pride that hung thick in the air.
“Will do, Mercelline. This is just the beginning. I think we’re setting
a new standard here.”
He left my office, and I allowed myself a moment to soak it all in.
Melf Cosmetics was rising, and this launch was proof that we were on
the right path.

As I returned to my seat, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my

thoughts. A number I didn’t recognize appeared on the screen.
Curiously, I picked it up, pressing it to my ear.

“Hello?”
“Good afternoon, Mercelline. It’s Jack.” The deep, familiar voice
made me smile as I recalled our chance encounter yesterday. He had
been so courteous and charming, a refreshing change.

“Oh, Jack! Good to hear from you.”

“Likewise,” he replied smoothly. “I was just wondering, will you be
joining me for lunch today?”

His invitation lingered in the air, and while I appreciated his

kindness, my mind was still swimming with thoughts of work. I
hesitated before answering, realizing I’d never be able to fully enjoy
lunch knowing I had so much left to do.

“Jack, I’m so sorry,” I said, my tone a bit apologetic.

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 “I really wish I could, but things are hectic here with the launch. It’s
been a whirlwind, and I don’t think I can step away for lunch.”

There was a brief pause, but Jack didn’t sound discouraged.

“I understand. How about dinner tonight instead? I’d love to hear
more about your work and, of course, your recent success.”

His understanding made me smile. “Dinner sounds perfect,” I agreed,

feeling a touch of excitement at the prospect. “Thank you for being so
flexible.
“Consider it done,” he replied warmly. “I’ll arrange everythi g and
text you the details. Looking forward to it, Mercelline.”

“Me too, Jack. Thank you,” I said softly before ending the call.

I leaned back in my chair, taking a moment to process. Life was full

of surprises lately, and for once, I felt as if everything was falling into
place.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

THE SERPENT

“Man, I don’t know how she’s doing it,” Kyle muttered, tipping his beer
back and glancing over at me.
“Mercelline’s launch, it’s blowing up everywhere. She’s practically gone
viral overnight, faster than we could’ve imagined.”

I stayed quiet, letting his words settle as I swam up to the edge of the pool,
resting my arms on the cool tiles. The water was refreshing, but it did little
to dampen the fire of frustration building inside me. Her success was
growing, her brand spreading through every network, taking up more space
in places I had once dominated. And now, she was close, too close.

Kyle sighed, taking another swig of his beer as he looked at me with

concern.
“You know, if we don’t do something, she might actually get ahead of us,
Riven. Melf Cosmetics… it’s not just popular; it’s damn unstoppable at the
moment. So, what’s the plan?”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words. “We need a new
strategy, something bold and decisive.” I could see her every move, her
recent success. I knew my own company had the strength to stand at the
top, but now there was a real threat, a reminder that she was every bit the
competitor I’d anticipated. And it pushed me to dig even deeper.

“Have you heard anything from Garette lately?” Kyle asked, looking at
me curiously. “He’s supposed to be keeping us updated on what she’s
planning next, right?”

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 I shook my head, frowning. “Nothing recently.” It felt odd, not having the
information we’d asked for. Garette was never one to delay updates,
especially when it involved a critical competitor like Mercelline. “In fact,
I’m starting to wonder why he hasn’t reached out.”

“You should call him then, see what’s going on. Maybe he’s got
something important that he just hasn’t gotten around to sharing yet.”

Without another word, I pulled myself out of the pool, water dripping
from my frame as I reached for my phone on the nearby table. The call rang
several times, but he didn’t pick up. Each unanswered ring heightened my
suspicion.

I scowled, gripping the phone tighter. “This doesn’t feel right,” I

muttered, anger and curiosity mixing as I put the phone back down.
“What the fuck is she doing?”

Kyle looked up at me, amusement flickering in his eyes as he took another

sip of his beer.
“You seem obsessed, Riven. You know, if you didn’t sound so mad about
it, I’d think you were starting to care about her.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I shot back, a smirk playing at the corner of my lips

despite the tension I felt. “I have to know what she’s doing because it
directly affects my business. Nothing more.”

He chuckled, giving me a sly look. “Uh-huh. Sure. So, what’s the plan
now? You can’t get hold of Garette, and without his updates, it’s just
guesswork.”

I took a deep breath, narrowing my gaze.

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 “If Garette can’t give me what I need, I’ll find it out myself.” I paused,
letting the weight of my plan sink in. “I’m going to her place.”

Kyle sat up, surprise flashing across his face. “What? You’re kidding,
right? You seriously think you can just show up and spy on her? She’ll
notice, and trust me, that’s not going to end well.”
I let out a dry laugh. “If it comes to that, I’ll handle it. But I’m not letting
her gain an advantage over me without knowing exactly what’s fueling her
success.”

Kyle sighed, shaking his head in disbelief but also in acceptance. “You’re
serious about this, aren’t you?”

I nodded, the weight of my decision settling firmly in my mind.

“Absolutely. I’m done sitting around and watching her gain ground. If
Garette isn’t going to help, I’ll go directly to the source.”

Kyle took another long drink, watching me thoughtfully. “You know, this
is dangerous territory, Riven. Just… be careful. She’s clever, and she won’t
take kindly to having someone poke around in her life. She’s no pushover,
and we both know that.”

I pushed off the edge of the pool, letting myself float on my back as I
stared up at the sky. Kyle was right, but I couldn’t shake the instinct to go
forward. Mercelline was closing in on the same success I had fought tooth
and nail for, and the thought of her surpassing me filled me with a strange
mixture of competitiveness and something darker, something I hadn’t fully
acknowledged.

“Riven,” Kyle’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Remember why

you’re doing this. It’s business, nothing more. Don’t let it turn into
something personal.”
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 His words lingered, but I dismissed them with a quiet chuckle. “Don’t
worry about me, Kyle. I know exactly what I’m doing. This is just part of
the game.”

But even as I said it, there was a sliver of doubt, a strange feeling I
couldn’t quite place. I shrugged it off, focusing instead on the challenge
ahead.
This was more than just a competition, it was an obsession, o e I had no
intention of walking away from.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

THE ROSE

I took a final look in the mirror, smoothing out the soft emerald-green
dress I’d chosen for tonight. It hugged my figure in just the right way, with
a subtle elegance that made me feel effortlessly confident. I couldn’t
remember the last time I’d been excited for an evening out like this. Jack’s
invitation had felt refreshingly different from the usual business dinners
and networking events.
This felt like… well, something special.

A buzz from my phone broke my thoughts. Jack was calling. I answered,

feeling a bit of anticipation.

“I’m outside, waiting in the car,” he said with a warm tone that seemed to
wrap around me.
“Oh, you didn’t have to come all the way here,” I replied, slightly
flustered but charmed by the gesture. “I could have just met you there.”
“Come on, let me start the evening right,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Tonight’s about making sure you enjoy yourself, Mercelline.”

A small smile tugged at my lips as I glanced back at my reflection, picked

up my purse, and headed downstairs. Stepping outside, I spotted his sleek
car in the driveway, and to my surprise, he got out as soon as he saw me.
Meeting me halfway, he held a small bouquet of blush pink roses in his
hands.

“These are for you,” he said, handing them over with a look of genuine
admiration in his eyes. “I thought they might suit you.”

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 I took the bouquet, feeling a blush warm my cheeks as I inhaled their
fresh, sweet scent. “Thank you, Jack. This is… thoughtful.”
✦✦✦
The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation, his calm
voice and laughter making me feel unexpectedly relaxed. When we arrived,
I realized he’d chosen an exquisite restaurant, one of the finest in the city.
The decor was timeless, with dimmed lights, dark wood, and soft music
playing in the background.
Each table was nestled into its own private nook, giving the space an
intimate and exclusive feel.

Jack opened the car door for me, and we walked toward the entrance. As
we stepped inside, I felt a thrill of excitement I hadn’t anticipated. The
ambiance was luxurious, the kind of place I’d rarely have chosen for
myself, but Jack seemed to have put thought into every detail tonight.

He led me to our table, pulling out the chair for me before he took his own
seat across from me. I glanced around, appreciating the attention to detail in
everything from the lush decor to the subtle candlelight.

You really went all out tonight, Jack,” I said, feeling a genuine sense of
gratitude. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

He smiled, dismissing it lightly. “Tonight’s about you, Mercelline. I

wanted you to relax and enjoy yourself, especially after such an incredible
launch. You deserve a night to celebrate.”

A waiter arrived, handing us each a menu. Jack glanced over the options,
then looked back at me. “What would you like?”

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 I shrugged, glancing at him playfully. “I’m not too picky. You can choose
if you’d like.”

But he shook his head, insisting, “Come on, pick something you’ll love.
Tonight’s about making you feel special.”

I laughed softly and perused the menu briefly before settling on a dish.
Jack placed his order too, and before long, our food arrived, beautifully
plated and smelling divine. As we began eating, the conversation flowed
effortlessly. Jack was easy to talk to, his questions thoughtful and his
responses genuine. It was as if, for the first time in a long while, I could let
my guard down.

“So, how does it feel to watch your new launch become such a massive
hit?” he asked, his eyes showing genuine curiosity.

I paused, reflecting on the question. “Honestly, it feels surreal. I’ve put

years of work into building this brand, but watching it go viral like this...
it’s hard to believe it’s really happening. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking
all at once.”

He nodded, clearly understanding the weight behind my words. “It’s no

small feat, Mercelline. I’ve watched people chase success for years, but
you’ve made it look effortless. It’s impressive.”

His words stirred something in me, a sense of pride mixed with gratitude.
“Thank you, Jack. Sometimes it feels like people don’t see all the effort
that goes on behind the scenes. But I’m lucky to have a strong team, and
their support means everything to me.”

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 We continued our meal, each bite accompanied by casual yet meaningful
conversation. Jack had a way of making me feel seen, of acknowledging
the effort and ambition that often went unnoticed. He was attentive,
respectful, and genuinely interested in learning about me, both as a person
and as a businesswoman. The longer we talked, the more I found myself
relaxing, enjoying the evening without any underlying worries.

When the meal ended, Jack signaled to the waiter, who brought over the
bill. As Jack reached for it, I protested lightly, not wanting him to feel
obligated to cover the cost.
“Really, you don’t have to, ”
He gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Tonight’s my treat. Just let me do
this.”
I smiled, giving in. “Alright, thank you, Jack. You’re really going above
and beyond.”

As we left the restaurant, Jack held the door for me and guided me back to
his car. The evening air was cool and refreshing, and I couldn’t help but
feel a sense of contentment as we drove back. Jack’s presence had been
calming, a welcome distraction from the usual rush of my life.

As he pulled up in front of my home, he turned to me with a smile. “I

hope tonight was everything you needed, Mercelline.”

I met his gaze, feeling a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. “It was
perfect, Jack. Thank you for such a lovely evening.”

He reached across, gently taking my hand. His touch was warm, and as he
brought my hand toward him, he lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss
against my fingers. The gesture was tender, unexpectedly intimate, and I
felt a flutter of something I couldn’t quite name.

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 “Goodnight, Mercelline,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine as he let
go of my hand.

I felt myself blush, struggling to find the words. “Goodnight, Jack. And…
thank you, truly.”

As he watched me walk to my door, I held the roses close, their delicate

scent lingering as I entered the house. I paused, taking a deep breath,
feeling that small smile return. Tonight had been a reminder that life could
still surprise me, that there was room for connection and maybe even a bit
of romance.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

THE SERPENT

I crouched in the darkness of Mercelline's room, hidden in the shadows

where the faint glow from the streetlights barely reached. The air was thick
with tension, each second dragging on like an eternity as I listened to the
silence surrounding me. My heart raced with a primal urgency, What the
hell was taking her so long?
She should have been home by now. I knew I shouldn’t be here, lurking
like some kind of predator, but my instincts screamed at me to stay, to wait,
to watch.

Pulling the black mask over my face, I concealed everything but my eyes,
becoming just another specter in the night. The adrenaline coursing through
my veins was intoxicating, a dark thrill that accompanied my relentless
obsession. This was risky, but hell, I was used to taking risks.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of a car door closing outside
sliced through the quiet. My breath hitched as I pressed closer to the
window, my heart pounding in my chest.
She was here.
But who was with her?

Leaning further into the shadows, I watched as she stepped out of the car,
her silhouette illuminated by the headlights. My blood ran cold when I saw
him, a man, tall and confident, leaning casually against the car, his hand
brushing against her arm in a way that made my fists clench. There was a
familiarity between them that made my gut twist. My eyes narrowed, a
surge of possessiveness rising within me.

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 Then, as if the moment couldn’t get worse, he leaned in, kissing her hand
with an intimacy that made my skin crawl.
That bastard!
I wanted to scream, to charge out and confront them, but I held myself
back. Marcelline looked radiant, a large smile on her face as she laughed at
something he said.
What the hell was so funny?

I watched as she waved him off, her laughter echoing in my ears. She
seemed so… happy. It ignited a dark fire inside me.
Why was she so happy with him?
Slipping behind the sofa, my body tensed as I heard her footsteps
approaching. The room was cloaked in darkness, and I held my breath as
she stepped in. The click of the lamp beside her bed broke the silence,
casting a soft, warm glow that illuminated her features.

Marcelline tossed her purse onto the bed and sighed, her body collapsing
onto the mattress with a weariness that made her seem even more
vulnerable. My heart ached at the sight. She looked breathtakingly
beautiful, her hair spilling across the pillow, the way the light caught her
delicate features making it hard to breathe.

“What a night,” she murmured to herself, her voice soft and reflective.
“Jack really is something special. I feel so safe around him.”

A surge of rage coursed through me at the mention of his name.

Safe?
Safe around him?
The thought of her feeling safe with anyone else made my blood boil. I
fought to control the surge of possessiveness that threatened to overwhelm
me.
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 “Maybe he could be the one,” she continued, her voice drifting into the
silence.
“Just maybe. But… I’m so tired.”

I bit down on my lip, a growl of frustration escaping as I listened to her

thoughts. She was tired, and I could see the weight of the day pressing
down on her. Just a few moments longer, and she would be lost in sleep.
The idea of her dreaming about that man made me want to rip something
apart.

As she closed her eyes, I couldn’t help but move closer, drawn by an
unseen force. I inched forward, my heart racing with every step. I needed to
see her up close, to feel the warmth radiating from her body. I stood beside
her, watching her breathe, my mind clouded with a mix of desire and
jealousy.

She looked so peaceful, so utterly captivating. I brushed stray hair from

her face, my fingers grazing her soft skin. My heart pounded louder in my
chest, the obsession clawing at my sanity.

“You’re too fucking beautiful, Marcelline,” I murmured, my voice barely

a whisper in the stillness of the night. “I can’t let him touch you again. If
that prick lays a hand on you, I swear…”

The thought of him claiming her, kissing her as he had earlier, ignited a
primal rage within me. I leaned closer, inhaling her scent, soft, floral, and
entirely her. It was intoxicating.

But as I lingered there, the darkness of my obsession began to seep in. I

would do whatever it took to keep her safe, to keep her away from him. If
Jack dared to touch her again, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d make sure he
understood that she was mine.

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 I pulled back, leaving her undisturbed in her slumber after what felt like
an eternity of torment. As I retreated to the shadows, I made a silent vow to
myself. I would watch her. I would learn everything I could about that
bastard and his intentions. And if I found out that he was playing her, he
would pay.
As I slipped out of the room, my mind was clouded with thoughts of
Mercelline and the twisted connection we shared. It was a fine line I
walked, obsession and desire, hate and love, all intermingling within me.
The desire to protect her clashed with the dark thoughts of how I wanted to
keep her all to myself.

The night air hit my face as I stepped outside, my heart still pounding in
my chest. I glanced back at the house, a storm of emotions brewing within
me.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

THE ROSE

“Can you believe it’s finally happening?” Lyra's voice brimmed with
excitement as she sat across from me in the salon chair, practically
glowing. The stylists were arranging delicate curls around her face, setting
her veil just right.
“I’m getting married tonight, Mercelline. It still feels like a dream.”

I smiled, watching her eyes sparkle.

“You’re not the only one who can’t believe it! You and Minjun are perfect
together. Tonight’s going to be amazing.”

Lyra reached over, squeezing my hand. “I mean it when I say I couldn’t

have done any of this without you. You’ve been there through everything.”

I squeezed her hand back, trying to keep my own emotions in check.

“Of course, Lyra. I wouldn’t have missed a moment of this for anything.
You deserve every bit of happiness, and tonight is just the beginning.”

She took a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror with that same
excited disbelief. “Promise me, Mercelline, that you’ll always be my best
friend. No matter what.”

“Always,” I said, my voice catching. “That’s one thing that will never
change.”

The stylist put the final touches on her look, and as she gazed at her
reflection, a soft, serene smile spread across her face. She was breathtaking,

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true. She looked over at me, her eyes misty.
“Okay… I’m ready.”
✦✦✦

When I got to the church, I took in the scene. It was beautiful, with grand
arches and soft candlelight giving the space a warm glow. Elegant
arrangements of flowers lined the aisle, and friends and family filled the
rows, all waiting for Lyra to make her entrance. I made my way to my seat,
feeling the buzz of excitement that filled the air.

Soon, the music began to play, and everyone turned to the entrance. Lyra
appeared, her arm linked with her father’s, and for a moment, I was
completely speechless. Her dress flowed around her, the lace catching the
light in a way that made her look ethereal. The look on her father’s face
was full of pride, his eyes a little teary as he guided her down the aisle.

When she reached the altar, her eyes met Minjun’s, and it was as if
nothing else in the world mattered. The love in his gaze, the way he looked
at her like she was the only person in the world, it was enough to make
anyone believe in forever.

The vows were beautiful, heartfelt words that seemed to fill every corner
of the church. Minjun’s voice was steady as he promised to love, honor,
and cherish her. When it was Lyra’s turn, her voice trembled with emotion,
but every word she said was filled with love and certainty.

Finally, Minjun slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing their promises
with a gentle, tender kiss. The whole room erupted into applause, and I felt
my heart swell with pride and happiness for my best friend. She looked

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me forever.

After the ceremony, it was time for the bouquet toss. Lyra stood in front
of the crowd, laughing as she closed her eyes and tossed the bouquet over
her shoulder. I didn’t expect it, but suddenly, I felt the soft flowers in my
hands. Laughter and cheers erupted around me.

“Looks like Mercelline’s next!” someone shouted, and I couldn’t help but
laugh, feeling my cheeks flush. Lyra glanced back at me with a playful
smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

The reception was a lively celebration.

Lyra and Minjun walked around, chatting with guests and popping open
champagne bottles. The laughter, the toasts, the heartfelt speeches,
everything was filled with so much joy. Watching Lyra and Minjun
together, it was easy to see how happy they made each other.

As the evening drew to a close, Lyra found me in the crowd and pulled me
into a tight hug.
“Thank you for everything, Mercelline. I couldn’t have done this without
you.”

“Don’t make me cry, Lyra,” I whispered, laughing as I wiped at the

corners of my eyes.
“You’re going to be so happy. I just know it.”

We hugged again, holding onto the moment, both laughing and crying at
the same time. When we finally pulled apart, it felt like we were saying
goodbye to one chapter of our lives and welcoming a new one.

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 As Lyra and Minjun left together, waving goodbye, I sent up a silent
prayer. Please, let her life be filled with all the happiness she deserves.

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 CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

THE SERPENT

Who the fuck was he?

Why the fuck did Mercelline meet with him?
These thoughts circled my mind, relentless and demanding, as I sat in my
office, fists clenched on the desk. I leaned back in my chair, tapping my
fingers on the armrest, my gaze unfocused as the memory replayed, almost
mocking me.

Jack….
His name tasted bitter in my mind. I’d watched from her room, unseen, as
she climbed out of his car, a smile on her face that I’d never seen before.
And then that moment, that moment, when he took her hand and kissed it.
The kind of kiss that wasn't just polite. It had lingered, like he owned that
gesture, like he had a right to her. I could still feel the heat boiling in my
blood, the possessive anger that had gripped me so tightly it felt like a vice
around my chest.

Who the fuck was Jack to her?

How had I not heard of him before?
And what did he think he was doing, touching her like that?
I clenched my fists tighter, jaw locked in frustration.

A knock on my office door interrupted the dark swirl of my thoughts. My

assistant entered, looking nervous, his eyes flicking from me to the floor.

“Sir… there’s something I need to tell you.” He hesitated, shifting on his

feet. “Our company… Zenith Enterprises… is now number two in the
market.”
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 The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. I felt my pulse spike as I
narrowed my eyes at him. “What did you just say?”
“It’s… it’s Melf Cosmetics, sir. They’ve taken the top spot,” he said,
wincing.
“Their new launch has gone viral, and the demand has surged. It’s
dominating every market metric.”

Mercelline.
The name alone was enough to pull my focus back, the anger now
doubled. My company, my legacy, was knocked down from its rightful
place. And for her company to be the one that did it?

“What the fuck do you mean it’s Melf Cosmetics? Why am I hearing this
from you now?” I demanded, my voice a sharp edge that made him flinch.

“Mr. Riven, we.., we didn’t anticipate the demand for her product. I think
she had an aggressive marketing strategy that took everyone by surprise.
The team is working around the clock to increase our visibility, but it’s, ”

I slammed my fist on the desk.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear excuses. Get the team to work on it, and if
they can’t handle it, replace them with people who can. I don’t care what
Melf Cosmetics wants to be or how aggressive they’re playing. We are not
a company that slips from its place. We’ve held that top spot for years, and
I intend to keep it that way. Now get out of my office and get it done.”

He nodded quickly, muttering his apologies before practically fleeing out

the door. My jaw ached from the tension, and my mind was reeling. This
was all too damn much. Mercelline's business might be crushing us, but
that wasn’t even the real problem.

No, the real problem was that man, Jack.

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 ✦✦✦
Later that evening, I met up with Kyle at our usual bar. I needed to talk to
someone, someone who knew the real story and wouldn’t give me
corporate answers or apologies. Kyle would tell it to me straight, no matter
how brutal the truth.

“Alright, what’s going on, man?” he asked, sliding a glass of whiskey

toward me.
“You look like you’re about to lose it.”

I downed the whiskey in one go, feeling the burn as it hit my throat.
“Last night… I was at her place.”

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up, his smirk a little too smug.

“Didn’t expect you to get that far.”
“I saw her with someone.” I ignored his look, the words coming out dark
and heavy.
“Some guy named Jack. She got out of his car, looking happier than I’ve
ever seen her. And then he… kissed her hand.” I almost spat the words out,
my anger flaring again as I pictured it.

Kyle shrugged, rolling his eyes. “So what? You were there to get some
intel on her business, remember? Figure out what makes Melf Cosmetics
tick?”

“I don’t give a fuck about her brand anymore,” I snapped, my voice low
and heated.
“This isn’t about business.” I leaned closer to him, the intensity of my
words barely restrained.
“I need to know who she’s with. Who Jack is.”

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 Kyle gave me a long, searching look.
“Man, you’re getting way too deep in this. If you’re not careful, you’re
gonna end up doing something that, ”
“I don’t care what I have to do,” I cut him off, my voice deadly calm.
“I’m glad to cross every single line if it means making this girl MINE.
She’s not going to look at anyone else like that. Not if I have anything to
say about it.”

Kyle sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Riven… look, I’m with you.
You want to make her yours, fine. But you’ve got to be smart about this.
It’s Mercelline we’re talking about, not some random fling. If she finds out
you’re playing this game”

“She won’t find out.” My tone was final. Cold.

“I’ll be careful. But if that guy shows up again, touches her again… I
won’t just sit back and watch. I’ll kill his hands, and crush his face with my
own hands” The image of Jack leaning over to kiss her hand replayed in my
mind, stirring up a fresh wave of possessive fury.

Kyle shook his head, looking somewhere between worried and speechless.
“Fine. Just… just cool down, alright? If you need me, I’ll back you up, but
this is one hell of a line to be walking, man.”

I didn’t answer. The alcohol barely dulled the storm brewing inside me. I
was locked in my thoughts, my mind consumed with one name, one face,
one woman,
Mercelline.

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THE ROSE

I lifted my champagne glass, clinking it with the others around me. The
popping of corks, the excited voices, the congratulatory cheers, this was the
moment I’d dreamed of. Melf Cosmetics, my company, was officially the
number one beauty brand in the industry. The pride in my chest felt as if it
could burst at any moment.

“To Melf Cosmetics, to all of you,” I said, holding my glass high.

“Thank you for every ounce of hard work and dedication. This is just the
beginning.”

Applause filled the room, and I took a sip of the crisp champagne,
savoring the taste of success. Around me, my team exchanged hugs and
high-fives, and I couldn’t help but feel deeply grateful. Every late night,
every challenging moment, all led up to this. Watching their happy faces
filled me with pride, not just in myself but in the people who had poured
their hearts into Melf’s journey.

After congratulating them once more, I made my way home, eager for a
quiet evening to let the victory sink in fully.
Once in my kitchen, I prepared a simple pasta, the familiar motions
bringing me back to earth after the heady celebrations. The silence was
comforting, giving me a chance to breathe and reflect.

Just as I was finishing up, my phone buzzed on the counter. Jack’s name
flashed on the screen, and I felt a warmth that wasn’t just from the pasta I’d
made.

“Jack! I have amazing news!” I answered, my excitement bubbling over.

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 “Melf Cosmetics is officially number one!”
His laugh was warm, genuine. “I knew it! Congratulations, Mercelline.
You deserve every bit of this. How are you celebrating?”

“Well, I’ve just toasted with my team. But I’ll be honest, a quiet night at
home sounded pretty nice.”

Jack’s voice softened. “What if I convinced you otherwise? Why don’t we

go out and really celebrate? It’s a big night, and you should be celebrating
properly. Drinks on me.”

I hesitated, but his enthusiasm was infectious. I smiled, biting my lip.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. Let’s do it.”

✦✦✦
The bar was buzzing with energy when I walked in, the low light casting a
cozy warmth over the room. I scanned the crowd, spotting Jack at a corner
table, looking as put-together as ever. His face lit up when he saw me, and
he raised a glass in a greeting.

“Look at you, already celebrating without me,” I teased, sliding into the
seat across from him.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Couldn’t wait to toast to your success.”
We ordered drinks, and when I mentioned that I didn’t drink much, he
grinned. “Tonight’s a special occasion. You deserve to let loose.”

The first sip warmed me, and the second let me relax a little more. Our
conversation flowed easily, and the gentle buzz of the drink made
everything feel lighter, brighter. Jack was a good listener, genuinely
interested in my stories about building Melf Cosmetics from the ground up.

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 At some point, I noticed his hand drifting toward mine on the table, his
thumb tracing slow circles on my knuckles. The gesture was intimate,
almost reverent. I glanced at him, surprised by the intensity in his gaze.
“Mercelline,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower,
“you’re not like anyone else I know. There’s a fire in you… I admire
that.”

His words sent a thrill through me. I hadn’t expected him to be so direct,
so sincere. The dim light made his eyes look almost darker, and the way he
looked at me, like he could see right through me, was both exciting and
unsettling.

Before I could respond, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my

knuckles, his gaze never leaving mine. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, but it
made my pulse race all the same. I couldn’t ignore the flutter in my chest,
the way my skin tingle where his lips had touched.

I felt myself leaning in, almost unconsciously, and he met me halfway, his
lips brushing mine in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, careful, as if we
were both testing the waters. But then his hand slid to my jaw, his fingers
tracing my cheek, and the kiss deepened, slow and consuming.

I tasted the faint bitterness of the drink on his lips, mixed with something
warmer, something intoxicating. I felt a little lightheaded, maybe from the
alcohol, maybe from the kiss itself, but I didn’t pull away. In that moment,
everything else faded away, leaving only the press of his lips, the warmth
of his hand against my skin.

I was barely holding my balance as Jack guided me up the narrow

staircase in the dimly lit bar. We arrived at the top of the building and
entered a secluded room. As the door closed behind us, the air grew thick
with anticipation.

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 Jack immediately turned to face me, closing the distance between us and
pinning me against the wall. I felt the solid surface behind me as he leaned
in, his expression sending a shiver down my spine. There was an intense
hunger in his gaze as he traced his eyes over every inch of my body.
After a moment, we broke apart, both of us a little breathless. I leaned
back, a soft smile playing on my lips, feeling a pleasant hum under my
skin.

“Umm, Jack, I..I think we should wait” I murmured.

Jack’s eyes glinted with something unreadable.
“No honey, there is nothing to wait for. It is the moment I was waiting for.
Don’t be afraid, You don’t know who I am but you will know me soon”.

After little by little, his grip was firm, his body pressed against mine,
pinning me against the wall. I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips just
above my skin. His hands moved toward my breast and I could feel the heat
of his touch through my clothes.

The wall behind me was hard and unmoving, and his touch was
demanding. My heart pounded as he pressed into me, his hands roaming
over my body, claiming me with a possessiveness that was both
exhilarating and terrifying. He smirked at my resistance, his eyes dark and
hungry, like a predator who held his prey in his grasp.

"No, Jack, please!" I panted, my voice breaking as his lips crashed against
mine, muffling my protests. His lips and tongue were aggressive, devouring
me like a hungry lion.
His one hand cups my breast roughly, holding me firmly in place, while
the other hand grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him. I tried to turn my
head, to break free from his suffocating grasp, but he wouldn't let me. His
body was pressed against mine, trapping me against the wall, and I could
feel the desperation in the way he held me

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 “Please help me..Jack please let me go!!” I cried out, my was voice ting,
nobody was there to safe me and I’m just fucked up, I don’t know, I just
trusted this guy and literally I didn’t expect this fuckin’ shit from him. I bit
his lip very sharply and aggressively as his lower lip started to bleed. He
slapped my face forcefully and cupped my neck as wants to kill me..

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 CHAPTER FORTY

THE SERPENT

The bustling of the office around me faded to a hum as I scanned the

documents in front of me, feeling only half-engaged. My mind wandered,
thoughts drifting toward Marcelline. Every time she crossed my mind, there
was a possessive tug in my chest, a feeling I couldn’t shake. Suddenly, my
phone rang, cutting through my thoughts. I glanced at the unfamiliar
number, debating whether to answer, but something urged me to pick up.

“Riven,” Garette’s voice crackled on the line, catching me off guard.

“What the hell?” I snapped.

“Where have you been? You’re supposed to keep me updated, not vanish
for days on end. Is this what I’m paying you for?”

“Apologies, boss,” he replied, his voice tense.

“I…had my phone snatched. Couldn’t reach you until now.”
“Fine. Why are you calling now?”

He hesitated, then spoke quickly.

“There’s something suspicious you need to know. Marcelline, she’s at a
bar, with a guy. They went upstairs together, and the door is locked. I…I
don’t know what’s going on inside.”

A wave of anger surged through me, my grip tightening on the phone.

“What?”
“Send me the location,” I growled.

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 “Now. And don’t you dare move until I get there.”

I didn’t waste a second. Throwing on my coat, I grabbed my pistol, sliding

it into my pocket alongside my knife. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Marcelline was mine, and anyone who thought otherwise would pay for it.

✦✦✦

The drive to the bar was a blur, each second fueling the rage boiling inside
me.
When I arrived, I found Garette waiting outside the room at the end of the
hallway, his face grim. Without a word, I stormed over, fists clenched, my
pulse pounding in my ears.

I rapped on the door, hard.

No answer.
My ears strained, and then I heard it,
A faint cry, her voice trembling and desperate.

I didn’t wait. With a powerful kick, I burst through the door, rage driving
every move. I wore a black mask, hiding my face, but the fury in my eyes
needed no disguise.

Without hesitation, I slammed my fist against the door, demanding an

answer. Nothing. Only a few seconds passed, but it was enough to make
my patience snap. With one powerful kick, the lock gave way, and the door
flew open, revealing the scene inside.

There she was, backed against the wall, her hands braced as if she’d tried
to shove him off, her expression fearful and panicked.

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 And Jack, the smug bastard, was standing too close, a sickening look of
satisfaction on his face. The sight sent a white-hot rage through me. I felt a
surge of protectiveness, an overwhelming need to shield her, to erase every
trace of this man’s touch from her skin.

Before he even registered what was happening, I crossed the room in two
swift strides, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him backward. He
staggered, off balance, and my fist connected with his jaw, the force of the
hit sending him crashing to the floor. He looked up, dazed, the cocky grin
wiped clean from his face as he scrambled to his feet.
“Who the hell are you?” he spat, wiping a smear of blood from the corner
of his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he tried to assess me.
Ignoring his words, I advanced, my voice a low growl.
“You dared to lay a hand on her?”

Another punch landed square on his cheek, the impact satisfying as I felt
the crunch of bone beneath my knuckles.
He stumbled back, but I grabbed his collar again, yanking him close
enough to see the fear that was starting to flicker in his eyes.
“Who do you think you are?” he sneered, trying to push me away, but I
was relentless.
“She was the one who came up here with me.”
“Didn’t seem like she had much choice,” I spat, feeling the rage rise in
me, tightening my grip on his collar until his face turned red.

The urge to protect her, to keep her safe, even from herself, pulsed within
me, every instinct sharpening as I looked at the man who had dared to
touch her.
I didn’t just want him to be afraid, I wanted him to suffer for every
moment of fear he’d caused her. He’d crossed a line he’d never walk back
from.

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 With my grip still on his collar, I pressed the barrel of my gun to his
temple, feeling him tense under the weight of my gaze.

“Listen,” he gasped, his bravado slipping,

“I didn’t mean, ”

But his words were cut off by the deafening crack of the gunshot. I
watched as he crumpled, lifeless, falling to the floor. Silence filled the
room, broken only by a choked cry from Marcelline. I turned to see her, her
eyes wide with horror, her hands trembling as she took in the sight.
And then, as if the shock was too much, she swayed, her knees buckling
before she collapsed, unconscious.
I moved toward her, every ounce of anger melting into concern as I knelt
beside her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was
pale, her breathing shallow, but she was safe now. She’d never have to look
over her shoulder or feel another hand on her that wasn’t mine.

“Garette,”
“Bring me an axe,” I ordered, my voice like steel.
“He doesn’t get to keep his hands.”

Garette hesitated only for a moment before nodding, disappearing down

the hall. I waited, my gaze lingering on Mercelline’s form, feeling the
intensity of my vow settle within me. No one would ever touch her again.

When Garette returned, the axe in his grip, I took it from him without a
word, my fingers tightening around the handle as I approached Jack’s body.
I could still feel the echoes of his touch on her, the vile intent behind every
move he’d made. That memory alone was enough to steel my resolve.
With one powerful swing, I severed his hands, watching as they fell, the
sight a grim reminder of the price for daring to harm what was mine.

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 As the final blow landed, I threw the axe aside, the rage within me finally
quieting. I looked at Garette, nodding toward the door.
“Deal with this.”

He nodded, stepping back as I returned to Mercelline’s side. Gently, I

lifted her into my arms, cradling her as I carried her out, away from the
darkness of that room, from the memory of what had happened.

✦✦✦

I carried her back to my home, laying her gently on my bed as I called the
doctor. He examined her, assuring me she would be all right, that she’d
simply fainted from the shock. As soon as he left, I took a seat beside her,
watching the rise and fall of her chest, each breath soothing the rage still
simmering inside me.

Slowly, I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The
softness of her skin against my fingers stirred something possessive,
something primal within me. No one else had the right to touch her, to
make her feel unsafe. Only I could protect her, keep her safe, even from
herself.

Carefully, I picked up a damp cloth, wiping away the traces of his hands
on her skin. Every spot where he’d dared to touch her, I erased, my fingers
lingering on her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. She belonged to me, body
and soul, and no one would ever threaten that again.

When I was finished, I leaned close, whispering softly, You’re safe now,
Marcelline. No one will ever touch you again. You belong to me, and I’ll
never let you go.

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 I watched her as she slept, a fierce protectiveness mingling with the dark
hunger that simmered just beneath the surface. She was mine, and nothing
would change that.

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 CHAPTER FORTY ONE

THE ROSE

A blur, a flicker, and then darkness. The last thing I remember was that
piercing sound, followed by a fiery flash. I saw someone, a shadow
wearing a black mask, raise a gun, his eyes narrowed with a ruthless intent,
and then… a shot, echoing so loudly it seemed to shake the world around
me.
The next instant, I felt a scream tear from my throat, my legs gave way,
and I collapsed onto the floor as my vision faded to black.

When I came to, I was enveloped in darkness, with a faint, cold light
filtering through the thick curtains.
Where am I?
My head pounded, clouding my thoughts and my memory. Everything
seemed distant, blurred at the edges. I couldn’t remember the details of
what had happened. All I knew was a crushing sense of dread and
confusion.

I sat up slowly, trying to shake off the fog, but panic rushed over me as
the fragments started to resurface.
Jack.
The gun.
That terrible moment. My heart raced. I couldn't remember how I ended
up here, and the shadows in the room seemed to close in. Panic bubbled in
my chest, and I shouted into the emptiness, desperate for someone, anyone
to hear me.

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 “Help! Someone… save me from this bastard!” The memory of Jack’s
twisted smirk flashed before me. I thought he’d kidnapped me, that he had
somehow dragged me away to torment me even further.

My shout echoed back at me, and suddenly, the door creaked open. A tall
figure entered, dressed all in black, his face still obscured. My breath
hitched, and my body tensed, half-expecting him to be Jack. He moved
towards me in silence, steady and unhurried, until he was close enough to
reach out.
My skin crawled with anxiety, but he sat down in front of me, his hands
gentle yet firm as he clasped mine, trying to hold me steady. I felt trapped
in his grasp, unable to pull back, as my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

“Calm down, Marcelline. I’m not Jack,” he said, his voice low and so
deep, but holding an edge I couldn’t place.
“I’m the one who saved you from that son of a bitch. You’re safe here.
Don’t cry; you’re safe.”

Safe?
How could I feel safe with a stranger sitting before me, hiding behind a
mask?
My whole body trembled, and my vision blurred with tears as the reality
of everything sunk in. He might not be Jack, but he was no familiar
comfort, either. I pulled my hands free, recoiling.
“Who… who are you?” I managed, my voice a fragile whisper.

“I can’t reveal my identity just yet,” he murmured, his tone calm but
resolute.
“But trust me, you’re safe, honey.”

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 Something in his words sent a shiver through me. It was unsettling how he
called me “honey” with such familiarity, as if we were anything other than
strangers. I pressed my back against the bed, keeping a small distance
between us, hoping it would shield me from the intense, unblinking gaze I
felt from behind his mask. He noticed and respected my space, but he kept
his gaze fixed on me, his eyes intense and watchful.

As I sat there, tears slipped down my cheeks without sound. He watched

me, his head tilted slightly as if trying to understand.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, as if he truly wanted to know.
I hesitated, not sure how to put my thoughts into words. My mind was
spinning, a storm of betrayal, fear, and anger.
“I trusted him… I trusted that… monster. And the moment he saw an
opportunity, he showed his true face.” My voice cracked as I remembered
Jack’s betrayal, the way he had lured me in only to reveal his ugliness
when I was most vulnerable. The words tumbled out between broken
breaths.
“I feel betrayed, used. Jack… he betrayed me,”
“I wasn’t in love with him or anything, but I liked him a little, enough to
trust him. I even thought of him as a friend. And he… he used that trust
against me. He… he traumatized me deeply. And what if someone finds
out? What if people know what he did? It would ruin everything I’ve
worked so hard for, my reputation… my whole life.”

The weight of it all overwhelmed me, and I could no longer hold back. I
buried my face in my hands, sobbing silently, feeling the full depth of my
despair. I felt his presence nearby, but he didn’t move. Instead, his voice
cut through the air, low and commanding.

“Don’t cry,” he said firmly.

“No one will find out. And if anyone dares to try, I’ll take care of them,
too. As long as you’re with me, no one can harm you.”
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 There was something unnerving yet oddly comforting in his words, a
strange blend of possessiveness and protectiveness. I wanted to believe
him, to lean into the security he seemed to offer, but it felt impossible to
trust anyone so soon after what had happened. I stole a glance at him,
unsure whether he was someone I should fear or depend on.

“Why are you helping me?” I whispered, searching his hidden face for
some trace of reason, for any sign of kindness or malice.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said simply.

“Every question you have will be answered soon enough. Just try to relax,
Marcelline. Don’t think about last night. You’re safe with me.”
I exhaled, shaky and deep, letting my eyes drift shut for a brief moment.
The exhaustion weighed down on me, and my thoughts, though scattered,
slowed enough for me to regain some composure. I wiped away my tears,
collecting myself, if only for a moment. This stranger might be
intimidating, but his words had soothed something deep within me.

I heard him move, and his voice softened as he asked, “Would you like
anything to eat? Maybe breakfast?”

I shook my head, the weight of everything making me feel too numb to

care.
“No, I’m not hungry,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I
wasn’t sure if I could swallow anything through the knot in my throat.

“Alright,” he murmured, his tone gentle but unreadable.

“Just… try to relax. There are movies you can watch here, anything to
keep you comfortable. Let me know if you need anything.”

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 I nodded slightly, grateful he didn’t push further. All I wanted now was to
be alone and away from the memories clawing at my mind. But a thought
crept up, and after a pause, I looked up at him.
“I… I need a shower,” I whispered, feeling the lingering traces of fear and
shame still clinging to my skin.

He seemed to understand, nodding and quietly walking to the closet. He

pulled out a loose shirt and pants, offering them to me. The fabric looked
soft but oversized; they would surely hang on my frame. “These are
what I have for now. They might be a little loose.”

I sighed, feeling drained, and took the clothes from him.

“They’re too big… but thank you.” I tried to muster some gratitude, even
though a part of me felt like curling up and hiding from everything.

He only shrugged, a faint smile barely visible beneath his mask. “Just
wear them for now.”
I nodded, clutching the clothes tightly as I made my way to the bathroom.
Before leaving for the bathroom, a question slipped out, almost
involuntarily, laced with a cold curiosity.
“Where is Jack?” I asked, needing to know if my nightmare had truly
ended. He met my gaze, his expression steady.

“I killed him. You might have seen that,” he replied, a hint of darkness in
his tone.
“He’s underground now, where he belongs.” He paused, his voice
hardening.
“I cut off both of his hands… those filthy hands deserved to be separated
from his body.”

My eyebrows lifted slightly at his words, but I kept silent. Somewhere

within, I felt both a strange relief and a profound confusion.
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 My mind was tangled in fear, disbelief, and something else I couldn’t
quite name. Taking a shaky, deep breath, I turned away, holding my
thoughts close, uncertain of what to make of this man or what he had done.

The door closed behind me, and for a moment, I let the darkness of the
room consume me. Alone at last, I let out the breath I’d been holding,
trying to shake off the tension that had built up from his presence. With the
water running, I hoped it could wash away not just the grime and sweat but
also the memories that felt like they were carved into my skin.

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 CHAPTER FORTY TWO

THE SERPENT

I lingered by the window as I dialed my assistant. The dawn had barely

lifted its veil, casting a gray light over the room and over my thoughts, still
tangled with the events of last night.
Jack was gone.
And Mercelline...
She was here, finally within my reach, though not as I’d imagined. She
was shaken, but I couldn’t let her slip away.
As the phone connected, I cut right to it. “I won’t be coming in today or
for the next few days. Handle everything, and keep me updated on
important matters,” I said firmly.
My assistant acknowledged, his voice low, and I ended the call, shifting
my focus back to the one task that felt essential, taking care of her.

In the kitchen, I moved quickly, hands busy with the motions of preparing
breakfast. There was something almost grounding in the mundane act of
making food. A couple of vegetable sandwiches, fried eggs, and fresh juice.
She hadn’t eaten, and I wanted, no, needed, to see her look at me with
something other than that fright and hesitation. I arranged everything on the
table, placing each item just so, and waited.

A few minutes later, she appeared at the entrance, her eyes scanning the
room uncertainty before they found me. Her hesitation was palpable, her
gaze flickering around my kitchen, as though trying to piece together where
she was and who, exactly, she was with. I approached, pulling a chair out
for her with a small gesture.

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 “Please,” I said, a smirk curling on my lips, “sit.” She lowered herself,
glancing at me from beneath her lashes as she thanked me, her tone soft
and slightly unsure. The words were hesitant, like she wasn’t quite sure if
this was real. It amused me, the way she tried to remain composed when
everything in her was clearly unsettled.

As I poured juice into her glass, I couldn’t help but enjoy the quiet tension
between us. “Eat,” I encouraged, my voice smooth but leaving no room for
argument. She took a tentative bite, and after a moment, she looked up,
offering a small nod of appreciation.

“This… is good,” she murmured, surprised.

A hint of satisfaction flickered within me. “I’m glad you like it.” My gaze
lingered on her as we ate in silence, the moment stretching out, charged.
Her softness, her quiet hesitation, it was a contrast I hadn’t expected but
couldn’t resist. Everything in me wanted to reach out and keep her close, to
never let her go.

For a moment, she set her fork down and looked up at me, her voice
clearing as she spoke.
“Thank you for this,” she said, but then she hesitated, gathering her
resolve. “I need to go home. After breakfast, I’ll leave.”

I leaned back, catching her gaze. “Just eat your food, darling,” I replied
smoothly, the words slipping out softer than I intended. “No talking or
thinking about anything else right now, alright?”

Her eyes widened, a hint of something fiery flashing in them, but she
simply nodded, resuming her breakfast. When she finished, she sat back,
her hands clasped together tightly. “I’m done,” she said, her voice strong
but slightly vulnerable. “And I want to go home. I don’t have my car, so…
can you drop me off?”
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 My smirk returned, but this time, it felt sharper. “You’re not going
anywhere,” I replied, my tone laced with calm certainty.
Her brows shot up, confusion filling her eyes.
“What?”
“Why?” she asked, incredulous.

I held her gaze, feeling the urge to claim what was already mine.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere without me,” I said evenly.
“You’ll be staying here, with me. Or if you insist on leaving, I’ll come
with you, and stay with you at your place.”

She stood abruptly, anger flashing in her eyes.

“Who are you? Why would I live with you, or you with me?” Her voice
sharpened.
“Listen, stay within your limits. I don’t even know you, and you certainly
don’t know me. If you won’t drop me off, I’ll go myself.”

I rose, closing the space between us in a heartbeat. She tried to take a step
back, but I held her by the shoulders, my grip firm but gentle. Leaning in
close, I whispered,
“Darling, you’re not going anywhere without me. I’m here to protect you,
to keep you safe. I won’t let anyone touch you again. Not ever.”

She shrugged out of my hold, her voice shaking with both anger and
resolve.
“I am not your property. You hold no power over me,” she spat, her words
clear and defiant.

I smirked, my gaze unwavering as I looked down at her, fully aware of the

storm brewing in her eyes. There was fire there, a fire that I wanted to be
the only one to stoke.
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 “You can think whatever you want,” I replied smoothly, “but the truth is,
you belong to me. And one day, soon, you’ll understand that.” I gestured
around the room. “This house is yours as much as it’s mine. You’re free to
go anywhere – with me. You’ll be safe here, under my watch.”
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively. “What does that even
mean? You’re saying I’m yours? That’s absurd!”

I leaned closer, my voice lowering, my gaze unrelenting. “The meaning is

simple. You are mine – whether you understand that or not. And the sooner
you accept it, the better it will be for you.”

She glared at me, her voice trembling as she protested,

“I’m not yours! I’m not some possession you can control! I don’t even
know you. Why are you doing this?”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mixture of frustration and

disbelief. Gently, I reached forward and wiped a tear from her cheek,
softening my tone.
“Relax, Marcelline. You’re safe here, my darling. Just trust me.”

There was a moment of silence before she whispered,

“Why… Why are you doing this? What am I to you?”

I couldn’t hold back the truth any longer. My voice was deep, and my
words held the weight of my obsession.
“I’m obsessed with you, Marcelline. Addicted. I can’t let you go.”

She let out a bitter chuckle, her gaze hardening.

“You think I’m foolish enough to believe that? You think I’m someone you
can just manipulate?”

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 I smirked, stepping closer, each step causing her to retreat until her back
was pressed against the wall. I moved a hand to her hair, letting my fingers
trace through its softness as I locked my gaze onto hers, inching closer until
our breaths mingled.

“Think what you want for now,” I murmured, my voice a whisper against
her cheek. “But soon, you’ll know exactly who I am and what you mean to
me. You’ll understand who you’re dealing with.”
With one hand braced against the wall beside her, I leaned closer, my eyes
drinking in her beauty, unable to look away. “Marcelline,” I breathed, “you
are beyond beautiful. There’s no one like you. You’ve changed me, even if
you don’t know it yet. And when you do… when you finally understand…
you’ll see that I’m not just obsessed with you. I’m consumed by you.”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, and I saw her guard waver, if
only for a moment.

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THE ROSE

I stood there, my heart racing, feeling like I was trapped inside a

nightmare I couldn’t escape. His words echoed in my mind I will
never let you go.
How could I trust him?
How could I believe anything he said when everything about him
screamed danger?
The way he looked at me with such intensity, such possession... I was
terrified, confused, and disgusted all at once.

I stared into his eyes for a moment, trying to decipher if there was any
truth in his words. The way he said
I’m obsessed
It wasn’t like anything I had ever heard before. It sounded almost like a
promise, like a curse.
I wanted to run, to scream, but I couldn't move. It felt like I was
paralyzed, trapped by his gaze and the weight of his presence.

Who is he?
I needed to know. If he was really obsessed with me, then I needed to
know what kind of man he truly was.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling but firm. "Tell me who
you really are."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze never leaving mine. There was
something in his eyes, something dark, almost predatory, that made my

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stomach twist. He looked at me like he was savoring the moment, savoring
my fear.
"If I reveal this to you now," he said, his voice low and dangerous,
"you’ll be shocked. But remember, no matter what happens, I won’t let
you go. Not now, not ever."
I was afraid. So afraid. But I needed to know. I needed to see if this was
real, if he was really as twisted as he seemed.
"Tell me. Now," I urged, my heart thundering in my chest.

After a long pause, he reached up slowly, pulling back the black mask that
had been hiding his face. The tension in the room grew thick. I felt my
breath catch in my throat as his identity was slowly revealed. When his face
came into full view, I froze. My body went cold.

It’s him
My enemy
My biggest competitor

“Riven Lockhart??”

But it’s more than that.

It’s him.
The man behind the mask. The realization crashes into me like a wave,
almost knocking the wind out of me. The man I’ve been fighting for years,
the man I’ve competed with relentlessly, is standing before me... and he’s
saying he’s been obsessed with me?
The man who’s always been cold, ruthless, calculating, the man who I
thought was my enemy, is now the man telling me that he needs me.

"Riven... You?" I stammered, my mind spinning. His name tasted bitter on

my tongue.
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 How could it be him? How could he be the one saying all this?
My enemy.
My competition.

His gaze was dark, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous and
intense. He took a step closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back.
"Celline," he murmured, using the nickname he had given me that made
my skin crawl.
"I’m not playing any games. You think I’m your enemy, but I’m not. The
past is gone. It doesn’t matter anymore."

I shook my head in disbelief. "How can I trust you?" I asked, my voice

cracking. "How can I believe that you're not just trying to bring me down,
that this isn’t some new game of yours?"

He smirked, his expression dark and almost predatory. "No, Celline," he

said, his voice firm but soft. "I’m not playing a game. You want to grow?
Fine. I won’t stand in your way. But you need to understand something,
you're the one I want. And nothing, nothing is going to stop that."

I laughed bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You’re insane," I muttered, shaking my head.
"You think I’m just going to fall for this? I don’t trust you. I won’t be
manipulated by you."

Riven’s smirk faltered for a moment, and his eyes darkened even further.
"Celline, this is the last time I’m telling you this," he said, his voice low
and dangerous.
"This isn’t a game." He took a step closer to me, and I instinctively took
another step back. My heart raced as he moved toward me, closing the
space between us.
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 "Stop," I said, my voice shaking.
"You are my enemy. I can't be with someone who has been my
competition. My team, they’ll never understand. What will they think of
me?"

He didn’t answer at first. He just stared at me, his gaze unwavering, like
he could see right through me.
"Don’t care about others," he finally said, his voice heavy with meaning.
"They’re just others. You decide what matters. You decide what to do. No
one else."
I could feel my anger rising, my confusion turning into frustration.
What is he saying?
"Riven, this is enough," I snapped, my voice growing more desperate.
"You’re obsessed, but I’m not. I’m not yours, and I won’t be. I’m not your
property."

I turned and tried to run by the door but he caught me by the arm before I
could make another move, his grip tight and unyielding. "You’re not going
anywhere," he said, his voice cold but firm. "You’ll stay here. Or I’ll go
with you. You tell me your choice."

I tried to pull away, panic creeping into my chest. "Let me go," I

demanded, my voice trembling with fear and anger. "Don’t you dare touch
me."

But he wasn’t listening. He grabbed me by the waist, lifting me off the

ground effortlessly and throwing me over his shoulder. Before I could even
react, he smacked my butt hard enough to make my eyes widen in surprise.
"Shh, darling," he murmured against my hair as he carried me on his
broad shoulders.

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 I screamed, shouted for help, but there was no one. No one to hear me. He
carried me into his room, locked the door behind him, and placed me on the
bed with brutal efficiency.
“Look, I don’t like disobedience. I don’t want to do anything that might
hurt you.” he said, in a deep and clear voice. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t
breathe. My heart was hammering in my chest, and tears burned my eyes as
I realized there was no escape.

"Please, Riven," I sobbed.

"Don’t do this. You’re just like Jack... trapping me... you..." My voice
cracked as I choked on my words.

He sat down in front of me, his expression unreadable.

"I’m not like him, Celline," he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle.
"I’m obsessed with you. I need you. From the moment I saw you at my
business party, I knew something was different. That moment changed
me.
You... you changed me."

I felt like I was drowning, overwhelmed by the weight of his words and
the coldness of his touch.
“I will not touch you without your permission but if you do anything like
this again, you will regret it,” he said. I was feeling scared but the thing is
how could I ever trust him?
How could I ever believe that this wasn’t a game?
But I could see it in his eyes, the obsession, the possessiveness, maybe…
I’m not sure.

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THE SERPENT

I stayed seated in front of Marcelline, holding her gaze. I could see the
apprehension in her eyes, a fear lingering just beneath the surface. Part of
me wanted to reach out, to reassure her, to make her see that my intentions
were pure, even if my obsession was fierce. But my usual hard edge, that
dark, unyielding part of me, made things complicated. I let out a deep sigh,
finally breaking the silence.

"If you need anything, just call me," I said, standing up. Without waiting
for her to respond, I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me.

I went to the terrace, breathing in the fresh morning air as I paced, trying
to shake off the tightness in my chest. My mind swirled with thoughts of
her, the pull between wanting her close yet knowing I might frighten her
with my intensity. My phone buzzed, breaking through my thoughts. It was
my assistant.

"Sir, there's an important meeting today. Your presence is needed," he

informed me.

I hesitated, glancing back toward the house, my thoughts still focused on

Marcelline. After a moment, I replied, "I’ll be there soon. Arrange
everything."

As I ended the call, I made my way downstairs to the guards waiting in

the lounge and outside the house. I wanted to make sure Marcelline was
safe and had everything she needed.

"Supervise her closely," I instructed, keeping my voice low but firm.

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 "Take care of her and don’t let her go anywhere, no matter what. Keep a
close eye on her." I glanced at one of the guards, who was assigned to stay
by her room door. "If she asks for me, tell her I’ll be back soon. And if she
needs anything, get it for her."

The guard nodded, and I felt a small sense of relief knowing she’d be
looked after. With one last look back at the house, I stepped into my car
and headed for the office.

✦✦✦

The meeting went smoothly, and soon enough, I was sitting in my office,
catching up on the endless stream of work. My mind wandered, wondering
if Mercelline was okay. I didn’t like leaving her alone, not when she felt so
close to slipping through my fingers.

Then, my phone buzzed again. It was one of the guards.

"Sir," he began, "Ms. Marcelline is… insisting she needs to go

somewhere. She’s been shouting for us to let her leave."

I clenched my jaw. She was trying to get away, to slip out of my reach.
But I couldn’t allow that, not without me.

"I’ll be back soon," I replied, keeping my tone steady. "Don’t let her
leave, no matter what. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," he affirmed, and I ended the call.

Without another thought, I pushed my paperwork aside, grabbed my coat,

and left the office.

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THE ROSE

I was practically fuming, my voice echoing through Riven’s house as I

shouted at his guards.
"Let me out of here!" They exchanged looks but didn’t budge, standing
there like stone walls.

"Ma’am, Mr Riven will be back soon. He asked us to wait for him, and
then you can go wherever you need to." One of the guards' faces stayed
stoic, his voice annoyingly calm.

I let out a loud, frustrated sigh, almost growling,

"What the fuck is this? I’m not his property! This is insane." I cursed
under my breath, louder than I meant to. "Screw him, honestly. Who does
he think he is?”

And as if on cue, Riven’s deep, low voice filled the doorway.

"Celine, darling, I’m here," he drawled, each word dipping in that
infuriating charm.
"Tell me where you want to go."

I spun around to see him, and a shiver ran up my spine at the way he was
looking at me. "Don’t touch me," I warned, taking a step back, putting a
thin barrier between us.

He shrugged, raising his hands in a show of feigned innocence. "Wouldn’t

dream of it," he replied, though his eyes were still glued to me with that
dark, possessive glint.

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 "What do you want, Riven?" I snapped, exasperated.
"I need to get to my office. I have things to do, and I don’t need you
treating me like a child. I can take care of myself, alright?"
But he just smirked, that infuriating curve of his lips making me clench
my fists.
"Oh, my darling, I know you’re not a child. And I know you don’t need
my protection. But you see, I have to protect what’s mine."

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. But he caught it, that smirk
stretching wider, dangerously so.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" he asked, his voice going low, laced
with a warning.
"Yes, I did. And?" I threw back, challenging him, meeting his gaze head-
on.

His voice dropped, hushed but stern. "Just... keep that attitude in check,
Celline," he murmured, his gaze holding me captive. I sighed, feeling both
defiant and completely tangled up in whatever dangerous game we were
playing.

"Fine," he said after a beat.

"Let’s go shopping. I know you need clothes, and maybe a few more
things to make you comfortable."
"I can go on my own," I replied, but he cut me off, his voice going sharp,
just a bit harsher.

"Celine, I’ll say it again, I’m never letting you go anywhere without me.
Don’t provoke me, or you’ll be the one to face the consequences."

I stared at him, feeling my blood boil as his words settled over me, heavy
and possessive. The nerve.
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 He was beyond controlling, and yet... I sighed in reluctant surrender,
muttering,
"Fine. But I’m not going out there in whatever I’m wearing now." I
gestured to the loose, ill-fitting clothes. "Give me one of your suits or
something decent to wear."
His chuckle was deep, that smirk not fading as he leaned closer, eyes
alight with satisfaction. "That’s my girl."

His words caught me off guard, making my heart skip.

His girl?
God, he’s so delusional.

I followed him down the hallway, and he opened the door to his closet,
pulling out some suits, shirts, and pants. I scanned the options, lifting an
eyebrow.
"Your fashion sense doesn’t exactly match my dark, feminine vibe," I
scoffed, picking up a black pair of pants and a coffee-colored polo shirt
with a sigh. "But I’ll make do."

He didn’t stop staring, those intense, dark eyes boring into me, and I
fought the urge to shift under his gaze.
"Do you mind?" I muttered, folding my arms as I stared back at him.

He only smirked. "I’ll wait downstairs," he said. "But you have ten
minutes, Celine. Don’t keep me waiting."

I took a few moments, standing in front of the mirror. I ran a hand through
my hair, setting it in place, then reached for my lipstick, applying it
carefully. Just as I was about to step back, I heard a knock.

One of Riven’s guards popped his head in. "Ms. Marcelline, sir is waiting
for you."
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 I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Tell him to wait a little longer," I muttered, adjusting my hair one last
time. The guard hesitated, then added,
"If you’re not down in one minute, he said he’ll come up and... carry you
down himself."
I froze, the absurdity of it making my jaw drop.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Shaking my head, I grabbed my purse
and stormed out of the room.

As I started down the staircase, I could feel his eyes on me. Riven was
watching me, that dark, smoldering look in his gaze that sent heat pooling
low in my stomach despite myself. His smirk was maddeningly seductive,
his eyes trailing over me like he wanted to devour me whole. I shivered,
cursing under my breath.
God, his gaze is so intense...

I reached him, feeling the weight of his stare. He didn’t move, still
drinking me in, his dark, possessive energy wrapping around me like a
vice.

"Can we go now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He nodded, gesturing for me to follow him to the car. As we walked

outside, he led me to his sleek black SUV Porsche. The car gleamed under
the sunlight, a luxurious, imposing sight that seemed to fit him perfectly.
He opened the door for me, and I slid into the passenger seat, feeling his
eyes on me the whole time.

He closed the door and walked around, sliding into the driver’s seat. As
the engine roared to life, I glanced over at him, feeling the thrill and tension
between us rise with each passing second.

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THE SERPENT

While I was driving, I found myself unable to keep my eyes off of

Marcelline.
She was breathtaking,
Her seductive beauty is completely natural and intoxicating. Being in her
presence was like a slow, sensual torment, sending heat coursing through
my body. Even as I tried to maintain a neutral expression, my lips curled
into a smirk, as the desire to touch her became increasingly difficult to
resist. Feeling my gaze, she shot me a sharp glare, making me wonder if
she could sense the struggle I was having to keep my hands to myself.
“Focus on driving, Riven,” she said, her voice low but commanding.

I chuckled, turning my gaze back to the road, but her words lingered.
Even her defiance was irresistible.

We arrived at an upscale shopping mall and I parked the car, quickly

getting out to open her door.
She stepped out and looked at me briefly before walking ahead, her eyes
scanning the surroundings.
She began browsing the clothing, grabbing a few shirts, pants, and a lacy
black set that caught her eye.

I followed closely behind her, studying her every move. As she picked out
the lingerie, I leaned in, my voice a soft murmur in her ear. "Planning
something special for tonight, darling?"

She rolled her eyes at me, a sly smile playing on her lips, and walked
away without a word. I followed her to the counter and watched as she

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browsed through the clothes, picking a few items. Ignoring her half-hearted
protest, I pulled out my card and paid for the purchases.
She looked away, a hint of embarrassment in her voice as she mumbled,
"I'll pay you back... soon."

As the elevator doors closed behind us, I smirked, dropping the bags at
our feet. I quickly closed the distance between us, pressing her against the
wall, trapping her with my body. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
I watched as her gaze met mine, a mix of annoyance and undeniable
desire flickering in her eyes.

"Riven!" Her protest came out as a breathless whisper.

I chuckled, my voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.
"Mm-Hmm, Darling, What’s wrong?"

She was trying to sound firm but her voice trembled with each word as I
drew closer.
"You said you wouldn't touch me without my permission," she said, a hint
of challenge in her eyes.

I leaned in even closer, my gaze dark and intense.

"Celine," I murmured, my fingers softly caressing her hair. "Your
seductive beauty makes it nearly impossible for me to keep any promises."

My fingers gently tangled in her hair, and I traced the curve of her lips
with my thumb, feeling the warmth of her breath on my skin.
She tried to resist but her body leaned ever so slightly into my touch,
betraying her own desire.
She tried to push me away with a single finger, her expression stern,
"Keep your limits."

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 I paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her beautiful face, then I bent
down to pick up the bags, a low chuckle escaping my lips.
"Darling, you should know by now that I don't have any limits," I replied,
stepping out of the elevator.
She sighed deeply, catching up to me as we made our way back to the car.
She followed me to the car and slumped into the passenger seat, her
annoyance still palpable. As we sat there, She suddenly said, "I want to go
to my place."

I smirked at her request and said simply, "Then, darling, I'll be staying
with you at your place."

She sighed, her voice gentler now.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Why do you insist on keeping me by your side?"
"You know why, Celline, I won’t repeat myself.”

She sighed, silently acknowledging that arguing would be pointless. She

settled into the car and I drove us back to my place. When we arrived, she
headed to the room and closed the door behind her.
I waited a moment before following her into the room, reminding her that
it was my room but she didn’t listen.

After a few moments, I entered the bathroom and found her under the
shower.
She was unfazed, I stood there, watching her as she gasped in surprise.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed, clearly annoyed.
"I'm naked, and you just barged in without even bothering to knock."

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 I let out a chuckle, She shot me a frustrated look, her hands fidgeting as
she tried to cover herself from my gaze, the water from the shower
splashing against her.

"Darling, this is my room," I reminded her again.

"Where else would I be?"

She said, "Don’t look at me." I responded with a smirk, my voice deep
and sensual.
“Darling, mind your own business. I’m not looking or doing anything.
You can take a shower and then go.”

After a moment, out of the shower, she grabbed a bathrobe and hurried
out of the bathroom, clearly doing her best to avoid my gaze.
I chuckled to myself, admiring the sight of her.
She was a goddess, and it was incredibly difficult to control my desires
around her, especially when she walked around me like that...

I chuckled to myself as I stayed behind after she left. I could still smell her
perfume lingering in the air, and it only intensified my desire for her. I
stepped back into the shower and continued cleaning myself, although the
thought of her was now consuming my thoughts.

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 CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

THE ROSE

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes narrowed as my mind

spiraled in frustration.
What the fuck is he?
What’s wrong with him?
He’s absolutely insane.
Who does he think he is?”

The day had been surreal, Riven's possessiveness clinging to me like a

shadow I couldn't shake. A part of me bristled at the way he commanded,
like I belonged to him. My eyes drifted to the door, and for a moment, I
wondered if there was a way to slip out of this place without him noticing.
But the reality was clear: there were guards outside, and Riven wasn’t the
kind of man you could easily evade.

With a sigh, I moved to the bed, sinking down as I considered my options.

Just then, I heard the bathroom door open, and Riven stepped out, wearing
only a bathrobe, his damp hair tousled and darkened from the water. He
walked over to a chair near the window, picking up a bottle of champagne
and pouring it into a glass he’d placed on the small table beside him. I gave
him a side-eye, pretending to scroll through my phone to avoid his
penetrating gaze.

After a few silent moments, I couldn’t stand the quiet any longer.
“I’m sleeping here, right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, his
eyes never leaving me.

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 “And what about you?” I continued, feeling the edge of my voice sharpen.
The last thing I wanted was to be trapped with him any longer than
necessary.
“Right beside you.” His answer was smooth, his smirk barely hidden as he
lifted the glass to his lips.

I froze, my pulse quickening. “What?” I scoffed. “I’m not spending the

night with you.”

He merely chuckled, taking a slow sip of his champagne, his gaze dancing
over me. “Oh, this is my room, darling. You know that.” His voice was
infuriatingly calm, too confident for my liking.

My jaw clenched. “Then sleep in another room. Don’t you have others?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I do, but they’re locked. Haven’t been used or

cleaned in ages.” He looked back at me, as if daring me to protest further.

I glared at him. “Fine,” I snapped. “But remember your words.”

He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on me, dark and intense. The weight of his
stare was unsettling, like he was studying every part of me, absorbing my
every reaction. A shiver ran down my spine, and I wondered, what exactly
had he fallen for? Was it my beauty? Or just my body?

Exhaling sharply, I forced myself to lie down, pulling the sheets over me
as I kept my back turned to him. I heard him move quietly, sliding onto the
other side of the bed. He kept a respectable distance, which gave me some
relief. After a moment, he reached over to turn off the lights, leaving the
room in shadows save for the thin streaks of moonlight filtering through the
window.

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 I closed my eyes, my mind racing with questions and doubts, hoping he’d
respect the space I’d carved out between us.

After what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning, I drifted into a
fitful sleep, the tension in the room weighing on me even as my mind
surrendered to exhaustion.
✦✦✦

A soft light filtered through the room, stirring me awake. I opened my

eyes to see the faint morning glow creeping in through the curtains. My
first instinct was to check beside me, and there he was.
Riven lay there, eyes closed, his breathing even and calm, his face
softened in sleep.

I exhaled, my heart beating a little faster. This was my chance. I couldn’t

let it slip away.

Silently, I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound as I grabbed my

purse and gathered a few belongings. The air was thick with tension as I
tiptoed to the door, every step feeling like a test of my nerves.

Finally, I reached the door, and to my surprise, I found the hallway empty.
No guards. The eerie quiet made me hesitate.. where were they? Had he
dismissed them for the night, or was it something else? But I shook off the
unease. This was the break I needed, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

As I hurried through the corridors and approached the front door, I still
felt a ripple of fear coursing through me. My heart was fluttering with the
residual dread of being caught. The thought of Riven discovering my
escape and capturing me with that intense stare was terrifying. But I knew I
had to seize this opportunity. With one last, defiant breath, I stepped out
into the cool morning air and took off, refusing to look back.
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 My heart pounded so loudly, I was sure it would burst out of my chest. As
I sprinted down the long drive, the imposing mansion receded into the
distance behind me.

Freedom.
It was finally within my grasp.

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THE SERPENT

She was gone..

She wasn’t there. I sat up, staring at the empty spot where she should
have been, my pulse picking up as I scanned the room.

Marcelline?
I called out, expecting her to emerge from the shadows or from the
adjoining rooms, but there was only silence. I swung my legs over the bed,
running a hand through my hair as irritation flared inside me.

I stood, searching the entire bedroom, then the halls, the adjoining rooms,
my steps growing quicker, more forceful with each empty space. Each
empty corner made the reality sink in a bit more, and with it, my anger
grew hotter, sharper.

I stopped in the middle of the living room, fists clenched as my

frustration bubbled over.
She’s gone..
What the hell does she think she’s doing?
Does she really think she can just…run away from me?

I halted in the middle of the living room, my hands clenched into fists as
my annoyance boiled over. She’d disappeared.

A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips. What the fuck she thinks. Does she
seriously believe she can simply…run away from me?

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 I clenched my fists tighter, the anger boiling within me like a raging
inferno. The audacity of her, to think that she could run and hide from me,
it was laughable, a pathetic attempt at defiance. She was naive to think she
could escape my grasp, to believe I wouldn't hunt her down like a
predator.
Her recklessness only fueled my determination to find her, to teach her a
lesson she wouldn't forget.
I fumbled for my phone and immediately dialed my head of security,
who answered after a single ring.
“Where the fuck are you?” I barked, my voice colder than I’d ever heard
it.
“Sir,”
“you gave us the night off, so we..”
“I gave you the night off,” I interrupted, my voice seething with anger,
“but I didn’t say anything about this morning, did I?”

The man hesitated, clearly confused. “What happened, sir?”

“What happened?” I repeated the words like acid on my tongue.

“Marcelline is gone, and it’s because you fools weren’t here to do your
jobs.”
The rage in my voice was barely contained. “Why did I even bother hiring
you useless idiots?” I paused, my teeth clenched so hard I could practically
feel the pressure in my skull.
“You’re fired. Never show me your face again.”

I hung up, my grip on the phone so tight my knuckles were almost white. I
clenched my jaw and stared down at the screen, my aggravation mounting.

Pick up,

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 But the only response I received was the sound of her voicemail message.

My jaw tightened, and I cursed under my breath.

Marcelline, you don’t know what you’ve done.
You’ve made a mistake, a colossal mistake, and it’s going to be one you
regret.

Her actions had triggered a storm within me, the anger building with
every passing moment, until it reached a boiling point. A primal roar tore
from my throat,
Fuuuuuuuuck!
The sound of my voice reverberating off the walls filled the air, a violent
release of the anger and disbelief that she had dared to disappear.

I squeezed my fists tighter, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to

regain control of the rage that threatened to consume me. My mind fixated
on her with an almost painful clarity. Marcelline, you can try to run, you
can try to hide, but I will always find you. You can’t escape. You belong
to me, and that will never change, little pet.

I typed out a message, each word a promise, each letter a warning,

Little pet. You don’t know what you’ve just done. You will
regret it soon.

The message sent, and without hesitation, I sent another,

You can’t ever run from me. There’s no escape, little pet.

My eyes locked onto the screen, the glow of my words mirroring back at
me. A smirk tugged at my lips, satisfied with the darker, more frigid
undertone.
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 I set the phone aside and remained seated in my chair, closing my eyes
and taking a deep, steadying breath. I attempted to concentrate, to bring my
thoughts into alignment, but the quiet did little to quell the adrenaline
surging through me. The thrill of the chase lingered, consuming my every
thought.

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THE ROSE

“Little pet. You don’t know what you’ve just done. You will
regret it soon.”

I stared at the message, feeling a coldness creeping down my spine.

Little pet?
My heart pounded as I read the words over and over, my thoughts racing.
Who would call me that?

A chill settled over me as a name crept into my mind, Riven. Could he

have sent this? Had he somehow found me already?

Another message appeared almost immediately, my phone vibrating in my

hand.

“You can’t ever run from me. There’s no escape, little pet.”

My fingers tightened around the phone, and I felt my breath catch. The
words blurred as panic threatened to consume me.
Run from me?
No escape?

I sank into the nearest chair, my gaze locked on the messages. For a
moment, the whole room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in. If this
was Riven…then he was watching, tracking my every move.
But how?
And why call me that?

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 The messages felt threatening, mocking, and they echoed in my mind as if
the words were spoken aloud.
I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm myself. I clicked the screen
off, letting the phone go dark in my hand, hoping the silence would ease the
panic clawing at my chest. Just focus, I told myself, forcing my mind to
snap back to the present. There was work to be done, and whatever these
messages meant, I needed to hold myself together. Pushing down the panic,
I turned to my work, but every few minutes, my thoughts strayed back to
those words.

✦✦✦

Hours later, I found myself finally back in my own space, surrounded by

the familiar warmth and quiet that usually helped me relax. My colleague,
Maya, sat across from me, reviewing some final details on our project, But
I was distracted by the texts I received.

“Are you okay, Marcelline?” she asked, a hint of concern in her eyes as
she noticed my distraction.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m just…a little tired, I guess. It’s been a long
day.”

She nodded, glancing back at her notes. “Makes sense. Well, you did great
handling everything today. I’ll let you get some rest,” “Thanks, Maya,” I
replied, walking her to the door.

As she left, the silence filled the space around me again, but my nerves
stayed sharp. I felt as though eyes were on me, though there was nothing
but empty space around. Shaking off the feeling, I headed to the kitchen,
craving a strong coffee to calm my racing thoughts.

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 Just as I was stirring the mug, something in the hallway caught my
attention, a slight shift, maybe the faintest shadow slipping past. I stilled,
my breath held tight as I strained to hear, to catch any sound.
Nothing.
A pervasive sense of being watched clung to me like a shadow, thick and
unsettling. I gingerly set my coffee aside and took a few hesitant steps
towards the hallway, my gaze flicking nervously around. The shadows
seemed darker, the air heavier, almost suffocating. With a slow, measured
breath, I ascended the stairs, my heart palpitating in my chest as each creak
of the steps echoed around me.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY

THE SERPENT

I sat in my car, eyes locked on the soft glow of Mercelline’s house. My

fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as I waited,
watching shadows shift across the curtains. It wasn’t long before I saw a
figure moving toward the door, her colleague, no doubt.
The woman finally left, stepping out into the night with a casual wave,
unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away.

I watched her disappear down the driveway before stepping out of my car,
keeping low and silent. The house was cast in the warm glow of dim,
golden lights that only made the shadows seem thicker, heavier. I slipped
inside, each step calculated and quiet, feeling the thrill of anticipation as I
moved toward her bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar. Inside, only a dim, red LED light glowed,
casting everything in a dark, crimson hue. Perfect. I crossed the threshold
silently, my footsteps soundless on the floor, and positioned myself in the
shadows by her closet, a concealed vantage point with a clear view of the
room. I waited, listening to the sounds of her moving in the kitchen,
preparing something, a coffee, maybe? My mind raced, picturing her, the
way she’d look when she finally entered. When she finally saw me.

A few moments passed, and then I heard her footsteps approach the room.
I felt my pulse quicken.

She stepped into the room, a soft glow spilling over her as she moved
inside, oblivious to my presence. Wearing nothing but a thin tank top, her
nipples poking through the material, every curve accentuated by the fabric.

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She looked almost too perfect, like a vision, unaware of the shadow lurking
in her own space.
She set her coffee cup down on the bedside table and leaned down
slightly, adjusting something by the bed. The moment was there, her guard
was down, completely vulnerable. In an instant, I moved behind her,
catching her by surprise.

One hand wrapped firmly around her neck while the other held the cold
edge of a knife just above her throat. Her body went rigid, and I felt a pulse
beneath my grip, her breath catching in her chest. The only sound in the
room was the slight rasp of her breath as she tried to make sense of the
presence pressing in on her.

"Don’t make a sound, little pet," I whispered close to her ear, letting the
words sink in, tainting the air between us with a dark promise.
"Or it’ll be the last thing you do."

She trembled, barely breathing.

“Who…who are you?”
I smirked behind the ghostly mask I wore, the sight of her so vulnerable,
so unguarded, filling me with a dark satisfaction. My disguise, a black
hoodie, dark trousers, and this mask, left me entirely concealed, an
ominous figure right in her sanctuary, yet still, she couldn’t piece together
who I was.

"Little pet," I said, my voice low, each word a slow, sinister taunt.
"You’re so naive. You don’t even know what you’ve done."

She swallowed hard, her body stiff beneath my grip.

“W-What do you mean?” The slight quiver in her voice told me she was
afraid, yet she was trying to hold herself together, a fragile resolve shining
through her fear.
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 I tightened my grip on her neck slightly, bringing the knife closer to her
skin, just enough for her to feel its cold, metallic edge.
“You know exactly what I mean,” I murmured, letting my breath brush
against her neck. “You can’t just run away, thinking there’d be no
consequences. You belong to me, and there’s no escape.”

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, my grip steadfast as I pulled her in

close. I leaned in, nuzzling her neck with my tongue softly.

She begged in a hushed tone, her voice raw with near-sobs,

“Please, let me go. Let me go, please, please.” I pushed her back against
the wall, keeping her hands pinned above her head as I slowly traced the
keen edge of the knife along her soft, supple skin, from her jaw to her
cheek, sending chills coursing through her body.

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at my masked face, a mixture
of fear and confusion. My voice was low and deep as I spoke, "Little pet,
don't be scared. I'm here to teach you a lesson you need to learn. "

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Riven? Is that you?" I chuckled softly,
replying,
"I'm impressed. You recognized me by my voice. Impressive." She then
inquired, "Why are you hunting me like this?"

I removed the mask, and my gaze met hers, dark and obsessional. I
repeated my words, my voice tinged with a hint of irritation, "I warned you
there would be consequences.” The knife glided gently down to her thighs.

She began to cry and sobbed, her voice filled with distress, "Riven, please
leave me alone. I can't be with you. I hate you, I hate you so much."

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 I chuckled softly at her words, my gaze unwavering as I responded, "Oh,
little pet, I already know you detest me. I love it. I love your hatred."

She tried to push me back, her voice echoing loudly,

"Leave me ALONE!!" Her words were like a fierce rebuke, filled with
anger and frustration.
"I don't want you," she continued,
"You're my opponent, my enemy, the one I despise most. How could I
ever love you?"

I tightened my grip around her neck, pinning her harder against the wall,
my body pressed against hers almost possessively.
"I don't care whether you love me or hate me," I said firmly, my voice low
and intense. I kept my tight grip on her neck as I continued speaking, my
voice laced with dark and obsessive undertones.
"You are mine, little pet," I said, my voice dripping with possessive
intent.
"You are my toy to play with, my obsession to be consumed by. Your
body is mine to manipulate, to control,"

I leaned closer, my breath hot against her neck as I continued to speak.

"Not just your body, little pet," I whispered, my voice dripping with dark
possessiveness. "Your soul, your heart, your mind, every part of
you...they're all mine. You belong to me, completely and utterly.
Everything that you are, everything that you could be, it's all mine to claim
and control."

She chuckled with a hint of resistance, clearly unmoved by my words.

"You don't understand the true extent of your significance to me." I
responded, my voice laced with an air of certainty.

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 "Fuck you, and your shitty feelings. I don't trust you." She said, I let out a
low, cold chuckle as her words hit my ears.
"You may not trust me, and that's fine. In time, I'll make you realize that
trust is irrelevant compared to the power I hold over you. You can fight me
all you want, little pet, but in the end, you'll learn to submit.” I continue,
“I only need your submission, your surrender to me. And believe me, little
pet, I will make you submit, one way or another."

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 CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

THE ROSE

It’s him, again

Riven
He loomed over me, his dark presence filling the room, like a
predator stalking its prey. His gaze was intense, fixated on me as he
gently traced the cold blade of his knife across my inner thighs.

"I don't give a fuck about your feelings for me," I repeated, my voice
steady and resolute. "You're a murderer, a danger to society, and I can
never be with someone like you."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
"You're safe as long as you're under my watchful eye," he assured me, his
voice taking on a dangerous edge.
"I won't hurt your emotions, but your..." He paused, his dark gaze tracing
over my body, my heart racing with trepidation.

He slowly moved the knife’s handle toward my most sensitive area, to my

clit as he circles around, his voice dropping to a deep tone as he whispered,
"But I might hurt your body, your little pussy, and your beautiful ass.” He
gripped the firm handle of his knife and roughly shoved it into me as I
trembled in fear.
Though I didn't want this, a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips. His
malicious smirk only intensified as he intensified his crude advances,
pinning me in place. Panic surged, urging me to flee, but my limbs felt like
lead, unable to move.

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 "Riven... Fucking stop this, Please!" I wailed, my body quivering with
terror. He was scaring the shit out of me.
How could I escape this monster?
I desperately wanted to bolt from his vicious clutches.
"I'm just teaching you a lesson, little pet," he growled. He worked the
thick handle in and out of my violated pussy, slow and torturous. The pain
and humiliation were beyond anything I could've imagined in my worst
nightmares.
"I fucking hate you!" I shrieked, my voice raw from sobbing.
My hatred for him burned hotter than the fires of hell. He was my mortal
enemy, the vilest scum to ever pollute my existence.
"Prove it, little pet!" he taunted, ramming the brutal handle deeper into my
abused cunt with savage force. I screamed in agony, certain he was tearing
me apart from the inside.

"Ahh!" I cried out, my body convulsing as he worked the brutal knife

handle deeper. The mix of agonizing pain and unwanted pleasure was
overwhelming. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as terror gripped
me.

"Riven, please... you're tearing me apart!" I begged through choked sobs.

"Stop this madness!"
"You're learning your lesson, little pet. Every inch of you belongs to me
now and forever."

His pace increased, the knife handle plunging in and out mercilessly. To
my shame and horror, I felt an orgasm building low in my belly.

"No... not like this..." I whimpered, even as my hips betrayed me, rocking
against the brutal invasion.

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 He leaned in close, his hot breath on my ear.
"Just like this. Cum for me, little pet. Show me how much you love being
conquered."

My body tensed, right on the edge of a ruinous orgasm.

How could he fuck me like this with just a knife? The cruelty and danger
only seemed to heighten every sensation. I was lost, drowning in a sea of
fear, pain and forbidden ecstasy.

"Look little pet, your own body is betraying you. Look how your body
likes it when I'm near you, when I touch or make you cum," he taunted, his
smirk widening as he watched me unravel.
His cruel words cut deep as waves of unwanted pleasure crashed over me.
My body shuddered and convulsed, muscles clenching around the intruding
knife handle as an intense orgasm ripped through me.
I felt utterly betrayed by my own flesh, reduced to a quivering mess at his
feet. I wanted to disappear, to wake up from this nightmare.
Finally, he stopped and licked the knife's handle, tasting my juices.
"You taste so divine, little pet," he said, looking at me with a deep, hungry
gaze.

When I noticed the blood on his hand, I felt a wave of panic.

"Riven… this blood?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Don’t worry little pet, Just a small reminder of our time together," He
replied, wrapping a napkin around the cut.
He looked at me and he carried me to the bed, his touch gentle, I stared at
him in confusion.
How could someone who hurt me so badly also show such care?
He arranged me on the mattress, caressing my hairs and wiping my tears
with his thumb.
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 "Sleep now, darling," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. I
couldn't help but notice the strange look in his eyes. It was hard to decipher,
but it felt almost... love?
Closing my eyes, I tried to make sense of the tangled emotions inside me.
He had dominated my body and mind, but his actions now were a puzzle I
couldn't solve.

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I turned away and shut my eyes, the
weight of the day's events bearing down on me. Through the corner of my
eye, I sensed his presence beside me, his gaze fixed on my profile as if
trying to read my every thought and emotion. The intensity of his stare both
unnerved and thrilled me, a constant reminder of the hold he had over me,
body and soul.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

THE SERPENT

I woke up to the room drenched in soft silence, sunlight slipping through

the edges of the curtains. My eyes landed on Mercelline, asleep beside me,
and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
Fuck.
She looked like some dream conjured up just for me, a princess asleep in
her castle, oblivious to the shadows surrounding her.

I brushed a strand of hair off her face, letting my fingers linger a little too
long, tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. I was captivated, helpless
against her quiet beauty. My world narrowed, and all I could see was her.

She stirred, her lashes fluttering, then slowly blinked awake. She looked
around, her gaze finally landing on me. Her eyes softened for a beat, then
narrowed, half-teasing, half-suspicious.
“Why are you looking at me with those eyes?” she murmured, a yawn
slipping through.

I smirked, leaning closer. “What eyes, little pet?”

She rolled her eyes and shifted to get up. “Where do you think you’re
going?” I asked, my voice a low drawl as I watched her stretch.

“For a shower,” she said simply.

I couldn’t help myself. “I think I’ll join you.”

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 She turned and gave me a pointed look, a challenge glinting in her eyes.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, her voice barely above a whisper
but carrying all the defiance I loved.
I shrugged and let her go, watching her disappear into the bathroom, the
door clicking shut behind her. The moment she was out of sight, I threw
back the covers and made my way down to the main floor, taking in her
place, the high ceilings, the lavish decor. Everything here whispered of
elegance, all hers.

After a few minutes, I heard her footsteps on the stairs. She’d dressed,
slipping into a sharp black suit, something that clung to her body in a way
that made it impossible to look away. My mouth curved. She looked lethal.
Utterly untouchable.

“Little pet, you look breathtaking,” I said, watching the faint color rise in
her cheeks as she tried to brush it off.

“I’m heading to the office,” she replied.

I nodded. “I’ve got guards assigned to you. They’ll be with you.”

She stopped, turned to me, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Riven, I
don’t need guards.”

My gaze hardened. “Darling, you’re safe only under my watch.”

She sighed, resigning for now, and headed toward the door where my men
stood waiting beside her car. Before she could get in, I quickly grabbed her
by the waist, pulling her close to me, and pressed a soft kiss against the
smooth skin of her neck.

“Riven…” she breathed, voice wavering slightly.

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 “Please, I’m in a hurry.”

I let her go, watching as she slipped into her car, my guards following
close behind. I stayed there for a moment, listening to the sound of her
engine fading down the drive, a satisfied chuckle rumbling up from my
chest. She thought she could keep her distance, keep that edge of control.
But every move she made, I’d be there, watching. Protecting. Possessing.

Turning, I headed to my own car. There was work to be done, but the
thought of her stayed with me, lingering like a promise for later.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

THE ROSE

The city pulsed with life as I stepped out of the car, heels clicking against
the polished floor of the building’s entrance. Two silent guards flanked my
path, stationed there by Riven himself, a fact I still grappled with. Their
presence was always unnerving, but I brushed it off and entered the office.

The second I stepped in, I noticed the air was buzzing with an unusual
energy. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the space, an odd sight
in a place usually so quiet and focused. My employees, my team, were
practically beaming. Olivia, my team manager, broke away from the crowd
and rushed over, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ms. Mercelline! We have big news for you," she said, grinning from ear
to ear.

I chuckled, both confused and intrigued. "What is it, Olivia? Tell me!"

“Ms. Mercelline, our brand just won the ELLE International Beauty
Award!”

I blinked, her words hanging in the air like a shockwave. “What?”

She nodded, smiling even brighter. “It’s true! We did it!”

Suddenly, all the stress, all the late nights, the endless revisions, the
doubts, everything faded away, replaced by a wave of euphoria. Without
another thought, I hugged her, caught up in pure, unbridled joy.

“Congratulations, Olivia,” I said, my voice breathless with excitement,

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"and to the entire team."
One by one, I moved around the room, shaking hands, hugging, clinking
glasses with the people who made this victory possible. Their laughter
filled the room, each of them congratulating me with words that warmed
my heart.

“Ms. Mercelline, this is all because of you,” they’d say, and I’d brush it
off, smiling as I thanked them in return.

"To MELF Cosmetics!" I raised a champagne flute, and everyone echoed

my toast, the bubbles tingling on my tongue like the taste of triumph itself.

But as I made my way to my private office, closing the door behind me,
the noise and the celebrations faded, leaving only the quiet aftermath of
elation and exhaustion. I sank into my chair, my heart still pounding, and
closed my eyes for a moment, letting it all sink in. We did it.

We really did it. I whispered a silent thank you, a prayer of gratitude for
everything that had led to this moment.

Then my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen to see Riven's name

flashing. A smirk played on my lips as I answered.

"Congratulations," he said. His tone was soft, almost as though he were

truly… pleased for me.

"Thank you, Riven," I replied, smiling. “I did it.”

He chuckled, a dark sound that both teased and taunted. "Are you satisfied
now?"

“More than satisfied,” I replied, my happiness steady, grounded. “I

achieved my goal.”
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 "You did good, Mercelline," he said, a rare compliment from him.
“Yes, but it was my team's hard work that made it happen," I responded,
knowing it was true.

“Hmm,” he murmured, a sound of acknowledgment, and then the line fell

silent. We lingered in that quiet tension for a moment before I ended the
call.

As I scrolled through my phone, countless messages flooded my inbox,

congratulations from colleagues, friends, and industry insiders. I replied to
each, feeling the satisfaction settle deep within me like a soothing warmth.

Then my phone rang again. An unknown number.

Frowning, I answered, bringing the phone to my ear.

But the voice on the other end froze the blood in my veins.

"Mercelline," the voice hissed, low and menacing.

“Don’t get too comfortable in your little victory. Did you forget your time
with Jack? How he kissed you, touched you… almost forced himself on
you?”

A shiver ran down my spine, memories crashing down on me like shards

of broken glass. How did this stranger know?

The voice laughed, a sinister, mocking sound. “I remember, even if you

try to forget. I wonder how long you’ll be able to keep that little secret."

My breath hitched, panic clawing at my throat. “Who are you? What do

you want from me?”

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 “Just a reminder, Don’t get too comfortable.” Another chuckle, hollow
and haunting, and then the line went dead.

I sat there, heart hammering as I clutched the phone in a white-knuckled

grip. What if he leaked the story? What if everyone found out? The scandal,
the shame, my hands were shaking as the realization took root. This
unknown voice held a piece of my past I’d buried deep, and now it was
threatening to claw its way back to the surface.

I stared at my office, suddenly feeling trapped, the celebration that had

filled this space moments ago now tainted. My eyes flitted around, taking
in the faces of my team outside my office window, blissfully unaware.
Would they still respect me if they knew?

Numb, I gathered my things and moved quickly toward the exit, feeling
the weight of the guards’ presence behind me as I left. I barely
acknowledged them, my mind reeling with a thousand worst-case
scenarios. Every step toward the car felt heavier, dread settling over me like
a dark cloud.

As I climbed into my car, I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady

my breathing. The memory of that horrible night with Jack surged forward,
unbidden. I had fought to bury it, to forget it, but now, the shadow of that
moment lurked like an open wound.

Whoever that caller was, he wanted to drag me back to the darkest

moments of my past. And as I sat in the dim solitude of my car, I felt a seed
of fear take root, one that I couldn’t ignore. This was far from over.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

THE SERPENT

“Status update on the Dubai acquisition?” I asked, my voice cutting

through the silence of the room. I leaned against the soft-cube couch,
swirling a glass of whiskey as Elias, my assistant, scrolled through his
tablet.

“The deal is progressing,” he replied, his tone measured. “The board

approved the initial terms, but the local regulators are pushing back on
asset transfers. They’re demanding stricter oversight.”

I smirked, lifting the glass to my lips. Of course, they were. “Money

loosens convictions, Elias. Double the offer.”

He hesitated. “Doubling the offer could draw scrutiny..”

“I don’t care about their scrutiny,” I snapped, lowering the glass. “I want
their signatures. Make it happen.”

“Yes, sir,” Elias said, typing furiously on his device. “And regarding the
logistics hub in Singapore, the architects submitted revised plans, but
there’s been a delay with the environmental clearances. The regional office
is handling it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Handling it? That’s what they call stalling these
days? Tell them to expedite the process or replace the team.”

“Understood,” Elias replied, nodding. “Should I schedule a call with the

Singapore team tomorrow?”

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 “No,” I said, brushing him off. “If they don’t have results by the end of
business, I’ll handle it personally.”
“Noted, sir,” he said. After a brief pause, he added, “That’s all for now.”

“Good. Get out.”

Elias nodded and left without another word, the door clicking shut behind
him. I exhaled slowly, setting the glass down. Business was done, but
something else tugged at my focus.

My eyes shifted to the bedroom.

She was there,
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her figure faintly illuminated by the city
lights spilling through the windows. Mercelline looked small, fragile even,
like she was carrying the weight of the world on her narrow shoulders. She
was too quiet, too still. That wasn’t like her.

I moved toward her, my steps deliberate and unhurried. The closer I got,
the more I could feel it, the tension radiating from her like a storm about to
break. She didn’t notice me or pretended not to. Her gaze was fixed on
some invisible point, lost in whatever hell her mind had conjured.

Reaching the bed, I crouched slightly, letting my finger glide along the
soft skin of her leg. “Darling,” I murmured, my voice soft but insistent.
“What happened?”

Nothing. She didn’t flinch, didn’t react. It was as if I weren’t even there.

I placed my hand on her thigh, my thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles.

“Darling,” I said again, quieter this time, a hint of edge creeping into my
tone. “Why are you so quiet?”

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 Finally, she looked at me, her wide eyes betraying everything she tried to
hide. Vulnerability. Stress. Fear. It was all there, written in the fine lines of
her face.
“Nothing,” she whispered, her voice so faint I almost didn’t hear it. She
looked away again, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Go to sleep.”

I chuckled under my breath, the sound low and dark, as I shifted closer.
“No, little pet,” I said, catching her chin between my fingers and tilting her
face toward me. “I know you too well. There’s something you’re hiding
from me.”

Her lips parted like she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. “It’s
nothing,” she said again, her voice firmer this time, though the tremor in it
betrayed her.

“Liar,” I whispered, the word a soft accusation as my thumb brushed over

her jaw. “You think I can’t see it? The way you’re shutting me out? I don’t
like being kept in the dark, Mercelline.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

She never did.
It was one of the things I loved about her, how she could stand her ground
even when she was crumbling inside. But this time, her silence wasn’t
defiance. It was fear.

She pushed gently at my chest, creating a sliver of distance between us.

“Riven, just let it go,” she said, her voice steadier now. “Please.”

I leaned back, studying her. My little pet thought she could keep secrets
from me, but that wasn’t how this worked. Not between us.

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 Her breath hitched as my lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her
neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Riven..” her voice was low, her heart was pounding inside.
My left hand trailed along the supple curve of her shoulder, inching closer
to the tantalizing mounds of flesh just begging for attention."Mm-Hmm,"
was all I managed in response to her whispered plea, my own heart
pounding in sync with hers. Her racing pulse was like a siren's call,
drawing me deeper into the vortex of our twisted desires.It took every
ounce of self-control not to devour every inch of exposed skin when
Mercelline finally found her voice again.

"I... I have something to tell you," she stammered, and I paused mid-kiss
to gaze at her with hooded eyes.
"What is it, darling?"

She sniffles "Someone else is threatening me... He's bullying me, telling
me he knows about Jack, the tragedy I had..." She trails off into silent
sobs.
I reach out quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Who is he?" My voice is laced with fury.
"I don't know him," she stammers through tears.
"He just called today and his words keep echoing in my mind." her voice
was flinching.

My fingers closed around her phone, the device cold and sleek in my palm
as I accessed her call log. The unfamiliar number glared back at me, a
potential threat to be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. I sent it to my own
phone before turning my attention back to her.

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 Her tears had slowed, replaced by a look of fragile trust as she leaned into
my touch. I caress gentled over her face, cupping her jaw tenderly while
tugging lightly on the soft strands of her hair.
"Don't worry, little pet," I murmured against her lips, the endearment
slipping out unbidden but fitting perfectly in this moment.
"I'll handle this situation." My thumb stroked across her cheekbone
reassuringly as I gazed into those haunted eyes.
"With me by your side, no one will ever harm you again," I vowed
fiercely, pouring all my protective instincts into the promise.

"Riven..." her voice was tinged with suspicion as she searched my gaze,
her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Is it you? Are you bullying me?" She wasn't convinced by my words or
the sincerity etched on my face. I sensed her wariness and chose to address
it directly.

My fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh, the touch light but deliberate.
"Little pet, remember what I've always said," I affirmed in a low, clear tone
that brooked no argument.
"I never aim to hurt your feelings... only your body."My statement hung
between us like a challenge and a promise. She let out a soft hum, then
exhaled deeply as if releasing some pent-up tension.

The action drew me closer until our lips almost touched. Without warning,
I claimed hers in a tender kiss against her lower lip, an intimate gesture
meant to reassure and seduce simultaneously. God, how alluring she was!

Her lips softened against mine as she surrendered to the kiss, her earlier
tension melting away. I couldn't help but smirk at this small victory, my
fingers gently sweeping aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her
face.

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 As our mouths moved together in a sensual dance, I savored the taste of
her, sweet and addictive. But before things could escalate further, she
surprised me by pushing herself up and straddling my lap. Her arms
wrapped around my neck as she gazed into my eyes with an unspoken plea
for comfort.
"I just want to get rid of this fear," she whispered firmly, her voice low but
laced with hesitation. The vulnerability in her tone tugged at something
deep within me, urging me to offer solace and protection.
Without a word, I sealed my promise with a searing kiss, plunging my
tongue past her parted lips to explore the warm cavern of her mouth
thoroughly.

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THE ROSE

As fear and uncertainty gnawed at my insides, I found myself drowning in

a sea of turbulent thoughts. Desperate for respite, I sought solace in the one
place I knew would offer temporary escape, His embrace.
Kissing him was like a lifeline tossing out to me from the chaos that had
become my mind. The moment our lips met, it all fell away - the anxiety,
the dread, the crippling self-doubt. In its place was an overwhelming sense
of relief and peace.Riven's tongue plunged deep into my mouth with a
roughness that sent shivers down my spine. His grip on my ass tightened as
he pulled me flush against his hard body. I could feel every contour of his
muscles through his clothes, each touch igniting sparks beneath my skin.
His lips were a perfection,
Soft yet firm,
Gentle yet demanding. It was impossible to describe just how exquisite
they felt against mine.

As his fingers began their sensual exploration, I couldn't help but let out a
soft sigh into the kiss. His touch was like ice against my heated skin,
sending delightful shivers coursing through me as he circled my sensitive
clit with his thumb.

When he slid a single finger inside me, I moaned softly, my heart racing
in anticipation of what was to come. The sensation of his digit penetrating
me was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once.
"Riven..."
I breathed out his name, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my
pulse in my ears. Every nerve ending felt alive and on high alert as he

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worked that finger within me, stoking the flames of desire that had been
building for so long.
"Mm-Hmm, little pet," he murmured against my ear, his deep voice
sending another ripple of pleasure through me.
"Oh, Look little pet, how much you need this... How desperately you
crave it."

As his fingers delved deeper, stroking and curling inside me with

increasing pace, my moans grew louder. The pleasure was so intense it
bordered on pain, a delicious ache that had me writhing against him
involuntarily.
"I still hate you, Riven," I spat out the words even as they felt hollow.
My voice was steady despite the turmoil within me, but there was no
denying the truth in them.Yet, even as hatred coursed through my veins, his
touch banished every other emotion, fear, anxiety, trepidation - leaving
only raw need in its wake.
His grip on my neck tightened slightly,
"Prove it then," he challenged softly against my ear.
"You have another chance, Little pet" as he added second finger alongside
the first one pumping into me.

I was powerless against the onslaught of pleasure as his fingers unleashed

within me. Each deliberate stroke and curl sent shockwaves of ecstasy
rippling through my core, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.
My mind screamed at me to resist,
To hate him for playing with me like this, but my body had other ideas. As
he pumped his fingers faster, I found myself arching into him helplessly, a
futile attempt to gain more of that exquisite friction.

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 The soft glow of the TV lit the room as I curled up on the couch, a warm
blanket draped over my legs. A rom-com I’d seen a hundred times played
on the screen. The coffee table in front of me was littered with snacks, half-
eaten chips, a bowl of popcorn, and an untouched glass of wine. I wasn’t
even hungry, but eating gave my restless hands something to do.
He was gone, off handling whatever shadowy business demanded his
attention. For once, the apartment was quiet, no brooding presence
hovering nearby, no sharp eyes dissecting my every move. It felt strange. I
should have been relaxed, but my mind was still a storm, replaying the
stranger’s threatening words over and over.

Don’t be so happy… Did you forget your time with Jack?

A shiver ran through me. I hugged the blanket tighter around myself,
trying to shake the memory. I hated how much power that voice had over
me, how it made me feel small and helpless. But more than anything, I
hated the lingering fear that he might strike again.

He would find him, I had no doubt about that. If there was one thing I
knew about Riven, it was that he didn’t let threats go unanswered. He’d
hunt down that stranger, tear apart their life piece by piece if necessary.
And though his methods terrified me, I found a small comfort in knowing
he’d protect me in his own twisted way.

I sighed, forcing myself to let the thoughts go. They wouldn’t help me
now. Turning my focus back to the movie, I grabbed a handful of popcorn
and tried to lose myself in the predictable, cheesy romance on the screen.

Just as I began to relax, my phone buzzed on the couch beside me. I

picked it up, squinting at the screen. It’s Lyra.

It’d been ages since we’d spoken. A small smile tugged at my lips as I
answered. “Lyra! Oh my God, where have you been?”
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 “Mercelline,” her voice came through warm and familiar.
“I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

I laughed softly. “Me? Forget about you? Please, you’re the one who
disappeared off the face of the earth. How are you? How’s life? How’s
your husband?”
“Busy, as always. Minjun’s good, he’s been working a lot, but that’s
nothing new. And me, well, I’m surviving. How about you? How’s your
life?”

“Oh, you know,” I said, leaning back against the couch.

“Same chaos, different day. Work’s been insane lately, but I’m
managing..And” I hesitated, rolling my eyes. “But enough about me.
What’s new with you? What’s the real reason for this call after so long?”

Lyra sighed dramatically. “I know, I know. I’ve been terrible at keeping in

touch. Life just got crazy, you know? Between work, Minjun, and
everything else, I’ve barely had time to breathe. But I missed you, and I
figured it was about time I checked in before you wrote me off
completely.”

“Well, consider this your redemption,” I teased. “It’s good to hear your
voice.”
“Yours too,” she said softly.

I hesitated for a moment, the words sitting heavy on my tongue.

“Actually, there is something,” I said slowly.

“Oh?” Lyra’s voice perked up. “What is it? Spill!”

“Not over the phone,” I said, biting my lip. “It’s… something I’d rather
tell you in person.”

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 “Mercelline,” she said, drawing out my name in mock frustration. “You
can’t drop something like that and leave me hanging.”

“Trust me,” I said with a small laugh. “It’s better this way. Are you free to
meet soon?”

Lyra sighed, a mix of exasperation and curiosity. “Fine, fine. Where and
when?”
I thought for a moment. “How about that little café we used to love? The
one on Fifth?”

“Perfect,” she said. “Tomorrow? Noon?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed, a little knot of excitement forming in my chest.

It had been so long since I’d had a normal, uncomplicated conversation
with her.

“Alright,” Lyra said. “But you’d better have something juicy for me. I’m
not letting you off the hook this time.”

“Oh, I promise,” I said, my smile widening. “It’s worth the wait.”

We chatted a little longer, catching up on the little details of life, her

recent vacation, a funny story about Carter burning dinner, and my chaotic
schedule. It felt good, I leaned back against the couch, feeling lighter.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

THE SERPENT

“Garette,” I said, my tone sharp as I leaned against the window, staring

out at the city skyline. The phone was pressed to my ear, and I could hear
the faint rustle of papers on his end.
“I’m sending you a number. I want you to track it.”
“Yes, sir,” Garette replied immediately, his professionalism unwavering.
“Do you have any preliminary information on the caller?”

“No,” I said curtly. “That’s your job. I want everything, a name, a face,
his connections. When you find him, inform me directly. I’ll handle the
rest.”

“Understood,” Garette said without hesitation. “I’ll get started right

away.”

“Good.” I ended the call without another word, my jaw tightening as I slid
the phone into my pocket. The sunlight streaming through the window did
nothing to temper the simmering anger in my chest. Whoever had the
audacity to threaten her would regret it. I’d make sure of that.

Minutes passed in silence before I pulled out my phone again, dialing

Mercelline. It rang twice before she picked up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m heading out,” she replied. “Meeting a friend.”
“A friend?” I chuckled darkly. “Alright, I’ll come with you.”
“What?”

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 “No, you are not coming with me. At least let me have some privacy with
my friend.”

I smirked at her resistance, amused by her attempt to set boundaries.

“Little pet,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, commanding tone, “there is
no privacy between us.”
Before she could argue, I ended the call. The grin tugging at my lips
lingered as I imagined the mix of annoyance and exasperation that must’ve
flashed across her face. She hated when I did that, and I enjoyed every
second of it.

✦✦✦

The café had a quaint charm, its warm ambiance blending with the soft
hum of conversation and clinking glasses. I stepped inside with Mercelline,
scanning the room out of habit. She spotted someone and moved ahead of
me, a bright smile lighting up her face. She reached a table and hugged a
woman, her friend. Lyra, watching them from a distance. So, this was her.

She sat across from Lyra, her laughter carrying softly through the room. I
leaned against the wall, observing her. She seemed so carefree, her face
glowing with happiness as she spoke animatedly.

God, her smile. It was captivating. She looked so beautiful when she
laughed, her features soft and unguarded. For a moment, I was lost in her
radiance.

But I wasn’t the kind of man who lingered in the background. After a few
minutes, I made my way over to them, my presence immediately drawing
attention. Lyra glanced up, her brow arching in surprise, while Mercelline
shot me a sidelong glare.

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 “Hello, Riven,” Lyra greeted, clearing her throat. “What’s up?”

I shrugged, lowering myself into the seat next to Mercelline. “Hello, Lyra.
I’m good. And you?”
“I’m doing well.” she replied.
Her eyes darted to Mercelline, silently asking why I was here. Mercelline
sighed deeply, clearly annoyed.
“Riven,” she said through clenched teeth,
“Can you please give us a moment? I need to talk to her. Privately.”

I smirked, letting her irritation wash over me like a breeze. Slowly, I let
my thumb brush against her thigh through the fabric of her skirt, savoring
the subtle friction.
“Little pet,” I murmured, my voice low, “you have twenty minutes.” I
stood, adjusting my suit jacket. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

I left without another word, the corner of my mouth still lifted in a knowing
smile.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

THE ROSE

Lyra’s jaw dropped the moment the words left his mouth. “Little pet?” she
repeated, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

I felt the heat crawl up my cheeks and brushed my brow with hesitation.
Smiling faintly, I let out a sigh. “He’s the tea I wanted to spill,” I
confessed.

Lyra blinked, then burst into laughter, though the confusion in her eyes
remained. “Mercelline, what the fuck is going on? Tell me!” Her tone
shifted, growing sharper with suspicion.

I sighed deeply, trying to gather my thoughts. “Lyra,” I began, my voice

low but steady, “you know who he is. My enemy. My biggest competitor.
The one I hated.”
“Yeah… I remember.”
“He’s…” I hesitated, feeling the weight of my own admission.
“He’s obsessed with me, Lyra. He wants me. But I… I hate him.”
“What? He’s obsessed with you, and you hate him? What do you even
want?” Her voice cracked with astonishment, laced with frustration.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, feeling my throat tighten.
“He’s… living with me. And I don’t know how, but… his actions, they
make me betray myself.”

The words felt heavy as I spoke them, each one tugging at the conflict
brewing inside me. Lyra stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, then let out
a chuckle, shaking her head.
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 “Mercelline,” she said, leaning back in her chair,
“It’s obvious you’re tied up in this mess. Look, in my opinion, the past is
the past. He was your enemy, but now? Just do what you want. I’m with
you.”
I hummed softly, unsure how to respond. My head dipped as I sighed, the
knot in my chest refusing to loosen.

Lyra took a sip of her coffee, setting the cup down with a soft clink. She
leaned forward with a teasing smile. “Look, sweetheart,” she said, “He's
tall, handsome, and very much your type. Isn’t that what you always
wanted?”

“Come on, Lyra,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m confused, and you’re
making jokes.”

Lyra chuckled again, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Alright,

alright. Just think it through. And whatever you decide? Do what makes
you happy. Okay?”

“Okay,” I murmured, nodding weakly.

✦✦✦

I was sitting in his car, staring out of the window while waiting for him.
The city lights flickered in the distance, but my thoughts were focused
elsewhere. My mind wandered back to Lyra’s words, then to Riven.

How can I resist him? I whispered to myself, feeling the weight of my

own turmoil. My body betrays me when he’s close, when he touches me. I
want to run, but my heart, my soul… what do they even want? I sighed
deeply. He’s handsome, yes. Exactly my type. But I hate him.
I can’t even lie to myself about that, but…
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 Before I could finish my thought, the car door opened, and he slid into the
driver’s seat, carrying a small bag. He held up two ice creams, one in each
hand.
“Little pet,”
“Which one do you want?”
“Chocolate,” I said,
“Good choice,” he replied, handing it to me without hesitation. I
unwrapped it and took a bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. As I
glanced over, I noticed him watching me, his ice cream untouched.
“Riven,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Eat yours. And drive.”

He smirked, finally unwrapping his own ice cream. He licked it

deliberately, his tongue tracing the edges as his gaze flicked back to me.
“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice low, “tastes good.”
“Hmm”
“But as good as you.” he murmured slowly.

I offered him a small side glance, but then, out of the corner of my eye, I
noticed the way he was eating his slow, deliberate licks that sent dirty
thoughts spiraling through my mind. Heat crept into my cheeks at the
realization, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
Our innocent outing had taken a decidedly erotic turn in my imagination. I
could almost picture his tongue applying similar attention to other parts of
me...

He noticed, of course. The corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing grin.

“Little pet,” he said, his voice a teasing purr,
“Do you want this?”
My heart raced as his words pulled me back to reality.

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 “Oh, no. No, I’m good with this,” I stammered, quickly taking another
bite of my own ice cream to distract myself.

God, was he just licking his ice cream, or was that something else
entirely? I rolled my eyes, trying to shake the thought away.

Moments later, his phone rang. He picked it up, his tone instantly more
formal. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll be there.”

“Where? Who was it?” I murmured.

“The man who threatened you has been found,”

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 CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

THE SERPENT

The bass-heavy beat of the club vibrated in my chest even before I

stepped inside. I killed the engine of the car, turning to look at her.
Mercelline.
Her face was shadowed by the glow of the club’s neon lights,
“Stay here,” I said, my tone leaving no room for debate.
“Do not come inside.”
“Riven, I… ”
“Stay in the car, Mercelline,” I interrupted, my voice harder this time.
“Don’t make me say it again.”

She looked away, crossing her arms.

“Fine. But don’t take too long.”

I didn’t respond. I stepped out into the cool night air and headed for the
entrance, leaving her behind.

✦✦✦

The club was a mess of sound and movement, flashing lights, bodies
grinding together, and the thrum of music so loud it felt like it was trying to
burrow into my skull. I scanned the crowd, my eyes slicing through the
chaos, searching.

“Riven,” a familiar voice called.

I turned to see Garette making his way toward me.

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 “He’s here,” he said, nodding toward the far corner of the room.

My gaze followed him, landing on the man slouched in a booth. Curly

brown hair fell over his forehead in messy tangles, and his clothes looked
like he’d slept in them for weeks. He was laughing, loud and obnoxious,
completely unaware of me.

This was the bastard. The one who thought he could mess with
Mercelline, hurt her, and get away with it.

By the time I reached him, I already had my gun in hand. I pressed it

against his temple, and the laughter stopped.

The man froze, slowly turning to look at me. His confusion turned into a
smirk, and it pissed me off more than it should have.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked, like this was all some joke.

I grabbed his collar, hauling him to his feet. His smirk faltered as I leaned
in, my voice low and sharp.
“Why were you bullying her?”
“Oh, her,” he drawled, like he’d just solved a riddle.
“So, you’re her new target, huh? Another poor idiot she’s got dangling by
a thread?”

I slammed the butt of my gun into the side of his head, hard enough to
send him crashing to the floor. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the
club, but I didn’t care.

I grabbed him again, dragging him upright like he weighed nothing. Blood
trickled down his temple, but he still had the nerve to look smug.

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 “Listen, bastard,” I said,
“How many people are behind this? Tell me, or I swear I’ll put every
bullet I’ve got into your skull.”

He laughed, low and broken.

“You really think killing me will change anything? There’s always
someone else. She’s trouble, and you’re just the next sucker caught in her
web.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I straightened, released the safety, and fired. The sound of the shot, cut
through the club like a thunderclap. His body hit the floor, lifeless, but I
wasn’t done. One shot became two, then three. I didn’t stop until the clip
was empty, his face unrecognizable.

Screams erupted around me. People were running, shoving past each other
in a panic, but I tuned it all out.

“Take his phone,” I said to Garette,

“Go through every call, every message. Find out if there’s anyone else
involved, and let me know.”
Garette nodded, stepping over the body without hesitation.

I gave the corpse one last look, my lip curling in disgust, then turned and
headed for the exit.

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 CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

THE SERPENT

When I reached the car, she was exactly where I’d left her.
Mercelline.

Her head was tilted to the side, her hair cascading over her face. She was
asleep, her lips slightly parted, looking too delicate for this world.

I opened the door quietly, leaning in. My fingers brushed her hair back
from her face, and for the first time tonight, I felt something other than
rage.

I started the car and drove. The city blurred around us, but all I could see
was her.

✦✦✦

I stepped out of the car and moved to her side. Pulling the door open
gently, I crouched down and slid my arms under her, She sighed softly, her
body instinctively curling closer to me as I lifted her into my arms.

Her weight was nothing. Carrying her felt as natural as breathing, I

nudged open the bedroom door with my foot and stepped inside, the dim
light from the hallway casting a faint glow over the room.

The bed was soft beneath her as I lowered her onto it. I moved slowly,
taking my time to ensure she stayed comfortable. Her hair spilled over the
pillow in messy waves, her lashes resting against her cheeks like dark
crescents.
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 For a moment, I just stood there, taking her in, the way the soft rise and
fall of her chest hinted at how deeply she slept.
I couldn’t help myself. I sat down beside her, the mattress dipping slightly
under my weight. My hand moved on its own, my fingers brushing against
the supple skin of her cheek. It was impossibly soft, like silk under my
touch.
“Don’t… touch me,” she mumbled in her sleep, her voice groggy and
barely audible.
I couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at my lips. Even unconscious, she
was defiant, her fire still burning quietly beneath the surface.

I let my hand fall away but didn’t move. I stayed where I was, my eyes
fixed on her face. She had no idea how mesmerizing she was.. not just her
beauty but everything about her. The way she talked, with that sharp tongue
that could cut anyone to ribbons. The way she walked, her movements
deliberate and graceful, like she knew the world belonged to her.

Her laugh.. God, her laugh wasn’t something I heard often, but when I
did, it felt like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. And her smile? It
was rare and fleeting, but when it came, it could bring a man to his knees.
She’s a goddess,
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. And somehow, some
way, she was mine to protect. Mine to obsess over. I crave her existence.

I leaned back slightly, resting my elbows on my knees as I continued to

watch her. Sleep didn’t come for me.. it never did when she was near. How
could it? She was a storm in human form, and I was a man who thrived in
chaos.

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THE ROSE

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the weight on my hand.
Something warm and solid rested against it, cradling it gently. My fingers
twitched instinctively, brushing against...
I blinked, my vision adjusting to the dim light, and froze.
His face.
His cheek was pressed against my hand, his lashes dark and long against
his sharp cheekbones. He was asleep, his body relaxed in a way I’d never
seen before. My hand, trapped under his cheek, was held loosely in his
grip, like he’d claimed it even in sleep.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at him,
my mind a chaotic mess. Why was he holding my hand? And why did he
look... like that?

He looked different, softer. Gone was the predatory sharpness that seemed
to define him when he was awake. His face was calm, almost peaceful, and
I hated the way my chest tightened at the sight. He looked... better like this.
More human. Less dangerous.
What the fuck?
Am I falling for him?
No. No way. Absolutely not.
I clenched my teeth, glaring at him as if that might banish the absurd
notion from my head. I hated him. He was infuriating, controlling, and too
intense for anyone’s good. I hated him... didn’t I?

My eyes betrayed me, though, lingering on the faint stubble shadowing

his jawline and the curve of his lips. My fingers twitched again, this time

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involuntarily, the urge to brush his face overwhelming me. I had no idea
what had gotten into me,
But I was leaning closer,
My fingertips hovering just above his skin.
Before I could make contact, his lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened.
I froze.
Those piercing eyes, still heavy with sleep, locked onto mine. A lazy,
quiet smile tugged at his lips, and my heart stuttered.
“What were you looking at, little pet?” he murmured, his voice low and
rough from sleep.

Panic rose in my chest, hot and sharp. I quickly pulled my hand back,
tearing it from under his face as if it had burned me. My eyes darted
everywhere but at him, my voice rushing out in a breathless mess.
“Nothing. I was just... taking my hand off from under your face.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in the space between us.

His gaze, however, didn’t waver. It stayed on me, steady and sharp, as if
he was trying to dissect me without saying another word.
I hated that look.
I also hated the way it made my stomach twist.

Just as I reached for the blanket to uncover myself, he suddenly grabbed

my shoulder and yanked me back down onto the bed. Before I could even
protest, he pinned my wrists above my head, our bodies now pressed
together.
"Riven, let me go," I demanded,
"Little pet...I crave you madly," he murmured,
“Let me eat you, little pet.”

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 His thumb brushed across mine with a featherlight touch that sent shivers
down my spine. Then without warning, he bit his own lower lip while
maintaining eye contact.

As his mouth touched mine, I felt myself melting into him, succumbing to
the softness of his lips that promised untold pleasures. His kiss was slow
and deliberate, each brush of our mouths igniting a flutter in my stomach. It
was as if he savored every second, drinking in the taste and feel of me with
an almost reverent intensity. His tongue delved inside, exploring the depths
of my mouth with languid strokes that left me breathless.
I couldn't help but respond, my own tongue tangling with his in a sensual
dance that stole what little coherence remained in my mind.
His lips on mine, his body pressed against me, and the overwhelming
desire coursing through every vein.

As his kiss deepened, a war raged within me.

Was my body simply betraying me?
Or was it my heart that melted under his touch?
Confusion swirled in my mind like a maelstrom, but I found myself
surrendering to the moment nonetheless. I returned his kiss with equal
fervor, his skillful mouth worked wonders on mine, sending sparks of
pleasure through every nerve ending.
It was as if he had mastered the art of kissing, and perhaps everything else
too. In that instant, rational thought fled as I lost myself in the sensation of
his lips against mine.

His hands glided over the silk fabric of my gown, my nipples were
tightening by the spark of his touch. I'd worn this dress last night and
changed nothing because I slept in his car, an unplanned intimacy that now
felt oddly fitting given our current situation.

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 His fingers traced slow circles around my nipples through the delicate
material, sending butterflies to my stomach.
The sensation was maddening, each gentle press against my sensitive
flesh stoking the flames of desire burning within me.I let out a soft gasp as
he continued his exploration, my body instinctively arching into his touch.
His icy calm only heightened the feverish need coursing through me.

"Darling, you don't know who you are, in my world."

"In your world?" I asked
"In my world, You are the only woman I crave, I'm obsessed with, I'm
addicted to, I loved, I'm mad for."
I was speechless at his words, his deep voice vibrating in a whole room to
my heart.

"Little pet, I love you,"

What? I got goosebumps at his confession, it felt real but I can’t
understand myself that he was my competitor, I can’t even think of
anything..
“I hate you, Riven”
“I love you too, little pet.”
What? Too? I said I hate him and he…
He captured my lips once more,
This time with a fierce possessiveness that stole my breath away. His
mouth devoured mine, swallowing any protest or objection whole. As our
tongues clashed and teeth nipped, I felt myself being pulled under by a
maelstrom of raw desire. I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the
storm of passion that raged between us.

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THE ROSE

He rose to his knees, suddenly took off his shirt.

God,
His chest was covered in intricate tattoos. I stared, transfixed by the spider
and web designs that snaked across his skin along with other symbols I
couldn't quite decipher.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't respond, instead grabbing the hem of my gown and tearing it
away with brutal force. The silk ripped like tissue paper under his hands,
leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath him. A thrill of fear mixed with
excitement coursed through me at the aggressive display of dominance. I
should have protested, pushed him away... but words failed me as he leaned
in once more, kissing me roughly. His mouth claimed mine possessively
while his body pressed against mine without mercy.

His kiss was a force of nature, claiming my mouth with an intensity that
left me breathless. I found myself helplessly returning his fervor, my hands
tangling in his hair as he ravaged my lips.
When he finally broke the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, I
shivered at the searing heat of his touch. Without warning, he yanked away
my black laced bra, leaving me exposed and panting beneath him.
Can’t he just ask to take off? I sighed
His fingers closed around one while his tongue swirled around its twin
nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I squirmed beneath him,
overwhelmed by sensation and emotion alike.
He devoured me like he was starving,
Leaving no inch of skin unclaimed or untouched.
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 “Riven…” I gasped
His mouth trailed a scorching path across my skin, leaving goosebumps in
its wake. His tongue darted out to taste me as I gasped and writhed beneath
him, helpless against the onslaught of sensation.
His teeth closed around the waistband of my panties with a rough tug that
sent sparks skittering up my spine. As he pulled them down, his eyes
locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. The smirk
playing on his lips only added to the air of dominance surrounding us.
“Fuck..” he grinned
Looking at my little wet pussy.
“Look, How wet you are just from my touch, Little pet.”
I couldn't respond to his words but just closed my eyes. My fingers tangled
in his hair as I leaned into him involuntarily, craving more contact despite
myself.
As his tongue danced around my sensitive clit, I couldn't suppress a low
moan that escaped my lips. The contrast of his cold, wet tongue against my
heated flesh sent sparks coursing through me with each slow circle he
traced.
My hips bucked involuntarily as the pleasure mounted, making him grip
my thighs tighter around his neck. His mouth worked its magic deeper,
delving into the folds of my vagina with increasing fervor. I tightened my
grip on his hair instinctively, arching into him as waves of ecstasy crashed
over me.
"You taste so divine," He breathed
I couldn't help but cover my mouth with a shaking hand, desperate to
muffle the needy moans that threatened to spill out. His pace quickened,
each stroke of his talented tongue sending sparks of pleasure racing through
me. It was almost too much, the skillful caress of his lips and tongue
combining in a sensual assault that left me trembling on the edge.
"I can't..."

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 “Please..” I whimpered against my knuckle,
Struggling to maintain some semblance of control even as his
ministrations pushed me closer to the precipice. His hands gripped my
thighs tighter as he ravaged me with renewed fervor, determined to wring
every last drop of pleasure from my quivering body.

He suddenly stopped, gripping my thighs as he yanked me against him.

My eyes widened in shock as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants,
freeing his enormous cock from its confines. The sheer size of it took my
breath away. I couldn't meet his gaze, my jaw dropping open in awe and
trepidation at the sight before me.
God, I breathed out shakily, trying to compose myself.
"It's enough for today... I need to go." I attempted to pull away,
"Little pet, I’m not letting you go.." he said silkily,
"At least for the next 5-6 hours." His words sent a chill down my spine
“What?”
“Yes, I want to see just how much loathing you can muster for me while I
claim every inch of your body."
Before I could respond, he shoved himself inside me with brutal force.
The sheer size and girth stretching me wide made me cry out in pain and
shock. He didn't pause or slow down, instead he began pumping into me
with relentless ferocity.
"Ahh!"
I cried out loudly as his thick cock pounded into me with ruthless
intensity. His grip on my neck tightened, his fingers digging in like steel
vice against my skin. At the same time, he pinned my wrists above my
head, rendering me helpless and exposed beneath him.
Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pain through my body, mingling
with the relentless pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. I was
stretched to the limit by his enormous girth, feeling every ridge and vein as
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he claimed me so savagely.Riven ground against me mercilessly, grinding
our hips together until I thought I might shatter from the sheer force of it
all. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by
my ragged gasps and moans.I tried to struggle against his unyielding hold
but it was futile, this man had me completely at his mercy now.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as his harsh thrusts pushed him
deeper inside me. The pain was intense, bordering on unbearable, yet
somehow it only intensified the pleasure coursing through my veins.
"Riven..." I moan out his name between ragged breaths,
I didn’t want to moan his name but the word slipped past my lips before I
could stop it. His grin turned wicked at my helpless plea, a cruel
satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
"Fuck," he growled approvingly, seeming to savor every moment of my
distress and desire mixed together.Pinned beneath him with no escape or
respite from his brutal claiming, all I could do was arch into each punishing
stroke and pray for mercy.
God,
The conflicting sensations were driving me mad. With each brutal thrust, I
couldn't help but wonder how something so painful could feel so incredibly
pleasurable at the same time. His skillful cock was pushing me closer and
closer to cum with every forceful stroke.
My body seemed to respond of its own accord, arching into him like a
puppet on strings as he claimed me over and over again. And yet, despite
everything,
a part of me craved more...
wanted him to push even harder until there was nothing left but this
all-consuming pleasure that threatened to consume us both whole.

His phone rang, piercing the tense silence that had fallen over us. "Shh,
little pet, It's an important call" he whispered urgently into my ear, his
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breath hot against my skin despite the cold sweat beading on his forehead.
But he didn't stop moving, his thrusts grew even more forceful as he
cradled my leg on his shoulder and pushed deeper inside me.
I bit back a scream as he hit a particularly sensitive spot within me, my
body jolting in response. The urge to make noise was overwhelming.
How could I remain silent when every fiber of my being screamed in
pleasure or pain?
Desperately trying to stifle any sounds, I brought a hand up to cover my
own mouth as Riven continued to ravage me without mercy.
"Okay," he grunted into the receiver before hanging up abruptly.
He smacked my ass hard, the sudden impact making me gasp. He picked
up the pace even more frantically, his cock pounding into me with reckless
abandon.
"Oh, darling... you're cumming for me," he purred against my ear, a self-
satisfied smirk playing on his lips as I felt the telltale flutter of release
inside.
"Nooo!" I cried out in denial even as my body betrayed me, again,
writhing beneath him as pleasure overtook all reason.I couldn't help but
moan into his mouth when he kissed me roughly, it was impossible to resist
this man who had reduced me to nothing more than a quivering mass of
need and desire under his touch.
His skill was unmatched, every stroke, every grind sent shockwaves of
ecstasy through my core until I was drowning in sensation. It was both
terrifying and exhilarating, being at the mercy of such an expert in carnal
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 CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

THE ROSE

"You're meaningful to me," he said, his voice low and husky as he gazed
into my eyes with an intensity that made my heart race.
"You're the one I've fallen for in this entire lifetime. I know you'll never
accept it... but your body, your soul craves me. Wants me more."
It was impossible to disagree when faced with such brutal honesty. As
much as I hated to admit it, every fiber of my being yearned for him - not
just physically, but deep down in some primal part of my psyche where
emotion resided. I felt safe when he was close, even if that safety came
wrapped in a package of danger and obsession.
I knew Riven was right. His words cut through my resistance like a hot
knife through butter, laying bare the truth I'd been denying for so long.
I felt like I was drowning in confusion, torn between the hatred and fear
that Riven inspired... and the undeniable pull of his dark magnetism.
I hate him
But I crave him, frustration and self-loathing simmering just beneath the
surface. And yet... every time we were together, every touch, every word he
spoke seemed to chip away at my resolve until all that remained was this
overwhelming need.
I think I love him
More than I hate him,
It was true - despite everything, my heart yearned for this man in a way
that defied logic or reason.I felt lost and broken inside, caught in a web of
twisted emotions with no clear escape route.
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 "I'm always right, little pet," he murmured against my neck, his warm
breath igniting sparks of desire across my skin. As he kissed and licked the
sensitive flesh of my throat, I couldn't help but arch into him, craving more
contact, more stimulation. It was as if every nerve ending in my body had
been set ablaze by his touch.
God,
I breathed out shakily, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of our
connection. Despite everything, the fear, the pain, the twisted game we
were playing - when he touched me like this... it felt so good. So right. His
lips trailed lower, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder as one hand
continued to caress through my hair.
"Riven.. I need to ask something."
"Mm-hmm, darling." he respond
"What you did to that stranger last night."
"I killed him. He is dead now. You are safe now, little pet."
I sighed at his words. He killed another man, for me.. He is cruel, harsh
but his heart is soft. I felt softness, obsession and possessiveness in his
touch, in his eyes.
No one had ever looked at me like that before...
with such intensity, such depth.
Riven's touch was gentle as he stroked my hair,
And maybe I was... safer than I'd ever been before with anyone else.
I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips as I leaned down to
capture his lips in a searing kiss. My hands roamed over his face, fingers
threading through the soft curls of hair at his nape before trailing down to
grasp and guide his own wandering hands up and down my waist.
"Don't be delusional, I still hate you, Riven." I lied breathlessly against his
mouth, even as pleasure sparked beneath my touch. The words were
hollow, a desperate attempt to cling to the anger that should have defined
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 But it was all a charade. In truth, I'd fallen for him completely...
body, soul, and heart. And from the wicked chuckle that rumbled deep
in his chest as he returned my kiss with equal fervor, he knew it too. "I
know, little pet,"
"I love you too." he murmured against my lips.
As his tongue explored the depths of my mouth, I felt a thrill course
through me. His touch was soft and light on my back as he pulled me
closer, our bodies molding together like two pieces of a puzzle that had
finally found their match.
Thank God,
I think I've found the man I want... my type.
The past was behind us now, the enmity, the fear. All that remained was
this intoxicating desire for him.
He smiled at me then, his lips curling up in a way that made my heart skip
a beat. It was such a small gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the gentle
side of his nature - a side I'd never suspected existed until now.
I loved him
More than words could express... loved his kindness, his tenderness, even
his cruel streaks intermingled with affection.

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