When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 • 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝. ... "Anything I want?" He repeats, making it a question this time. "Yes." To my surprise, he gets on his knees, places an open mouth kiss onto my naked thigh and makes me open my legs until one of them is resting on his shoulder. ... Sophia Romano was a stereotypical trophy wife, getting treated like one by her husband in a dehumanizing way for as long as she can remember. That is until she discovers said husband is cheating on her, making her realise she not only lost the alleged love of her life, but also herself along the long way of her marriage. Now Sophia realises that she doesn't want to serve anyone but herself anymore. She wants to find herself again, do whatever she wants while- for the first time in forever, taking what she desires. ... ~ not edited yet

She was a nobody-a ghost surviving on quiet strength and borrowed stability. A girl who learned early that the world doesn't pause for tears, she had nothing that mattered in a world of luxury. No powerful family name, no past to protect her, and a future that belonged entirely to someone else's payroll. Until she stepped into *his* empire. He was the pinnacle of wealth, malice, and absolute power-the **Sinister Sovereign**. A man so obscenely rich he bought nations, and so terrifyingly ruthless that the world held its breath at his name. In his calculated, blood-soaked reality, humans were either tools to be used or obstacles to be crushed. He had everything, yet felt absolutely nothing. Until his dark, merciless gaze fell upon the simple maid sweeping his floors. It wasn't a sudden spark-it was a slow, consuming obsession. To the man who owned the world, her innocence became a poison he couldn't resist. In a world full of masks and greed, her fear, her quiet strength, and the way she flinched at his presence unraveled him completely. He didn't just notice her. He became obsessed with her. He started watching-quietly, constantly-claiming her space, her breath, her thoughts without ever touching her. For her, even meeting his eyes felt like danger. A man who ruled the darkness, feared by all, should have been nothing but a warning. But her heart betrayed her anyway. She was only a maid. And he... was the man who should never have wanted her. But logic is a useless shield against a sovereign who refuses to let go. Will the innocent maid survive the guilt of loving the world's most dangerous man? Or will she realize that her quiet innocence is the only weapon capable of bringing the ruthless Sinister Sovereign to his knees? Step into a dark, intoxicating tale of power, trauma, and a forbidden obsession so deep... he would gladly burn the entire world to ashes just to keep his beautiful sin by his side.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved