Shadow's Decree

The pain in her head was miserable. Safia had difficulty even in opening her eyes. But when finally she did, a chord struck in her throat. A very handsome man was sleeping beside her in his half naked glory with his head ducked to the pillow. Alarm leaped like a hurricane in her head. How did she end up with an unknown man in her bed? Oh wait! This was not her home. The place looked eerily quiet and was way too costly than hers. It screamed power and money. Safia panicked. She was not drunk nor on drugs. How come she has no memory of her past? She carefully slipped away from under the covers. But it was too late. The man beside her had already woken up. "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" Safia squealed in worry. Much against her expectation the guy was very much composed. He signaled to the ring on her finger and opened the drawer beside him before throwing the marriage testament on her face. "We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns." "What?"

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Chapter 8

“The flight has been waiting for us for half an hour but you wouldn't open your eyes. Are you on drugs?” He shouted at her with unlimited indignation.

Safia looked around her, feeling disoriented because of sleep. But when her eyes finally landed on Sion, she felt more like he was acting his anger upon her rather than really having it. That dream…was it really her dream with her in Sion’s arms or it was reality?

Ten minutes later the flight was in the air and the air hostess was openly flirting with him flashing her goods. “Good morning sir! What can I get you for breakfast? We have chicken noodles and fried eggs with toast.”

Safia’s lips tightened in anger but was clueless on why she was feeling jealous. The man sitting beside her was not even her friend. Being a husband is a far lost option.

Sion tried to distance himself, bending backwards on his seat feeling the hesitance with the air hostess. “Ladies first.” He signaled Safia almost leaning over her to avoid the stewardess’s touch.

Safia chewed on her lips in an irk, vacated the seat beside him and sat on the opposite row as if he was poison that she is not supposed to touch.

The air hostess came to her dispirited and Safia could easily see the relent in her eyes. “Thank you very much. I don't want anything. He is all yours.” She wore a plastic smile and told her.

The lady came back to Sion in high spirits. But he stopped, gesturing to her to keep her distance from him. “Don't you see I have company? You will be fired next time you make this unprofessional move.” He warned her by establishing his ascendency and command over her.

“Are you sure you don't want anything to eat? The journey is going to take long.” His temperament immediately transformed to concern when his eyes turned towards Safia.

Her stomach was growling for food. But she was a woman with heightened self-esteem. Safia very well knew that if she was not present they would have already been naked in the bed by then. “I know the type of a person you are. You don't have to act gentlemanly. Carry on with that slut.” She pointed to the door from which the lady went.

In a blink of an eye he was beside her making her appalled. Sion ground his teeth glaring daggers at her but his voice was not more than a whisper. “You don't get to choose the woman I fuck. Understand? Be in your limits.”

Safia's fingers started to shake with the ferocity that surfaced his eyes. But was she going to give up in the battle? “My dialogue is also the same. Be in your limits and stay away from me.” She pointed to the little distance between them.

Sion sat back in his seat without touching her but did not leave the place beside her. What bothered Safia more was, he could not even tell the stewardess that she was his wife.

Safia didn't know why the matter even bothered her because she hated the guy’s guts and couldn't stand his presence even for a few moments.

With the thoughts of Sion in her mind, sleep took over her. After sometime she felt being lifted and her back touched a super soft mattress.

In the sleep she turned around and her fingers touched something warm and hairy. There was a slight movement underneath her fingertips followed by a low growl.

Safia opened her eyes in terror and lol. She saw the monster in her thoughts right beside her. His heavy arm went around her waist and pulled her more into him.

Whatever this was, it was not supposed to be a dream. Because her eyes were wide open. Sion looked very pleasant in his sleep as against the horrific devil she witnessed every day and then all of a sudden reality dawned on her. How could he dare to touch her and also sleep beside her with no shirt? He was the one who asked her to get out of his bedroom in the first place. With the very invitation of the thought Safia’s nerves boiled.

She threw his arm that was around her and sat up on the bed with the whole world of anger. “Who brought me here? How dare you touch me and sleep beside me?” She fumed with temper.

“I brought you here because I found you feeling uncomfortable in the seat you were sleeping in. And what is wrong when I sleep beside you? We are husband and wife?”

“Only on paper. In reality we don't have any connection with each other. And there are no paparazzi here, so we need to act all cozy and in love. Next time you touch me, the result will not be pleasing because I'm not a whore like that lady who will come hopping to your bed and please you.” Safia told him sternly.

“Is it? Then how come you managed your company to float all these days?” Within a heartbeat, Sion pulled her back to bed and was on top of her kissing her wildly with fierceness. His hands glided to all curves of her body as if he possessed and ruled her.

Initially Safia opposed but with passing moments she felt his kiss difficult to resist. His tongue rolled into her mouth like a tsunami sweeping away her existence from earth to a celestial world.

Safia felt like she was swimming in the clouds as his hands crawled over all her curves reaching her buttocks before squeezing them. A soft moan erupted off her and that instigated him to turn their kiss deeper.

His tongue swept all the contours of her mouth with need bringing a nubile victory in her. Her heart began to dance in rhythm with his and body was filled with goosebumps. Safia accosted him in the swing following his tongue movements. His naked hairy chest and muscles arms were doing magic on her. They were hungrily kissing each other until their lungs ran out of air and were forced to depart.

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The elevator's golden numbers climbed steadily—thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine—each floor bringing me closer to what I thought would be the perfect surprise. Chase's penthouse key felt warm in my palm, a symbol of the trust we'd built over two years together. Today marked our anniversary, and I'd planned everything down to the last detail: his favorite wine chilling in my bag, reservations at the restaurant where we'd shared our first kiss, and a small velvet box containing cufflinks engraved with our initials. The hallway stretched before me, silent except for the soft hum of expensive air conditioning. Chase's door stood at the end, mahogany gleaming under crystal chandeliers. I'd surprised him like this before—showing up unannounced with takeout or just because I missed him. He always said it was one of the things he loved about me, how spontaneous I could be. I slipped the key into the lock, turning it slowly to avoid the metallic click that might spoil the surprise. The door swung open on well-oiled hinges, revealing the familiar luxury of Chase's living space. Afternoon sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in golden hues.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Her Body, His Signature ( A CEO's X DEAL )

8.7

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

His Assistant, His Secret

7.6

His Assistant, His Secret Mira Hale is a disciplined, quiet executive assistant who believes professionalism is the only way to stay safe in a demanding workplace. For two years, she has kept her head down, managing the life and schedule of her boss, Julian Cross, a powerful businessman admired for his control, confidence, and success. Julian is married. He has a family, a reputation to protect, and a life that looks perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors, his marriage is strained, and the weight of unspoken dissatisfaction follows him everywhere. Mira notices the change in him long before she understands it. What begins as a strictly professional relationship slowly shifts into something more fragile and dangerous. Late nights, shared vulnerability, and emotional dependence blur the lines they both promised not to cross. As Mira struggles with guilt and restraint, Julian finds himself leaning on her in ways he never intended. When boundaries are finally crossed, consequences follow quickly. An unexpected pregnancy forces hidden truths into the open, shattering the careful balance Mira tried to maintain. Faced with judgment, heartbreak, and uncertainty, she must decide whether love is worth sacrificing her dignity, independence, and future. With the unwavering support of her best friend, Lena Brooks, Mira chooses a harder path one that demands strength, self-respect, and growth. His Assistant, His Secret is a story about forbidden love, power, consequence, and the quiet courage it takes to choose yourself when love is no longer enough.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.7

I Designed His Dream House, He Built a Secret Family

8.7

I was in a high-end mall, browsing a toy store for my friend's daughter's birthday, when my world tilted on its axis. Through the polished glass storefront, I saw him. My husband, Julian. He was in the café opposite, seated beside the sprawling indoor children's play area. He wasn't alone. A woman, Seraphina Vance—a social media influencer whose perfectly curated life I’d occasionally scrolled past—was laughing, her head tilted just so. And between them, a little boy of about four, gleefully mashing a piece of cake into his own dark hair. Julian’s hair. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. An icy dread washed over me. I remembered Julian refusing to have a baby with me, citing the immense pressure of his work. All his business trips, the late nights… were they spent with them? I recalled a night six months ago when Noah had supposedly been sick. Julian had stayed out all night, his voice strained over the phone, telling me a "critical client had a medical emergency." The lie was so easy for him. I must have stared too long. The little boy, Noah, noticed me. He picked up a toy water pistol from their table, aimed it directly at me through the café’s open front, and squeezed the trigger. A jet of cold water hit my silk skirt, leaving a dark, spreading stain. Seraphina Vance turned, her eyes meeting mine. There was no surprise, only a flicker of amusement. She offered a saccharine smile. "Oh, dear. He's just playing with you," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned and walked away, my legs unsteady. I needed to leave, to breathe, to think. In the underground parking garage, I fumbled for my keys, my hands shaking. As I passed Julian’s sleek sedan, something on the passenger seat caught my eye. A heavy, cream-colored card with embossed lettering. "You are joyfully invited to the Christening of Noah Thorne." It was real. More real than a fleeting email. A physical invitation to a life I never knew existed. How could I have been so blind? My phone felt heavy in my hand. I didn’t call my best friend. I didn’t call a lawyer. I called the director of the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him, for us. "I'd like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."

Modern Mystery Romance

9.6

My Fiancé Chose His Dead Brother’s Wife

9.6

My former fiancé's sister-in-law fell ill, and he insisted on ending our engagement. "Blair Meyer and her daughter Thalia have no one else now that she's ill. I can't just ignore them." I didn't stop him; I agreed right away. In a previous lifetime, I had coerced him into marrying me by threatening his family's business and leveraging my pregnancy. It ended in tragedy—Blair couldn't bear the pain and abandonment and chose to end her life on our wedding day. From then on, Skyler Castillo hated me with all his might. He conspired with my enemies and, within six months, destroyed my parents' company, driving them to desperation where they took their own lives. He locked me away in a cellar, tormenting me daily until he eventually caused my death, costing two lives. This time, I chose to let go. The day he announced our breakup, I went to the clinic, terminated the pregnancy, and applied for a study opportunity in the United States.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.7

My Husband Used My Money to Keep His Mistress

8.7

The apartment felt too quiet on New Year's Eve. The clock on the mantle read 11:47 PM as I sat curled on our cream leather sofa, phone pressed to my ear, listening to Eleanor's voice drift through the speaker. My mother-in-law's tone was as crisp as ever, each word precisely measured like she was dictating a medical diagnosis. 'We're just finalizing some details for Kade's promotion celebration,' she was saying. 'Of course, Kate, you'll want to be involved in the planning. After all, it's not every day a Robertson receives such recognition. The hospital board expects—' The line went dead. I stared at my phone, the sudden silence jarring. Eleanor never ended calls abruptly. Never.

Modern Mystery Romance

Shadow's Decree

Chapter 8

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