Victor Vayne's sharp eyes caught subtle details in the woman's demeanor. Her smile, though alluring, carried a cryptic edge, as if she knew a secret he didn’t. A slight tremor in her hand betrayed a hint of nervousness, and the faintest smack of her lips added an air of mystery.But none of it mattered. Not tonight.The humiliation of the evening burned deep within him, and here she was—a distraction, a balm for his wounded pride. The desire simmering in his chest pushed every rational thought aside.Victor stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as the firelight flickered. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as though the rest of the world had faded."You came here for me," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say."The woman didn’t reply, but her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened. Victor leaned in, c

One Week Later Victor Vayne sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the Voltforge company boardroom. The walls were lined with abstract art, it was a subtle reminder of the company’s innovation and success in the energy sector. Around him sat twelve of the company’s top executives and board members, each holding a sleek tablet loaded with charts, projections, and financial reports.The air buzzed with the seriousness of the moment, but Victor remained composed, his sharp blue suit radiated authority.“We need to act now if Voltforge is to stay ahead of our competitors,” Victor began, his voice was calm but firm. His piercing eyes swept across the room. “Energex has been making aggressive moves in renewable energy development. Their partnerships with government agencies are a direct threat to our market dominance. We can’t let them overshadow us.”Mr. Clark, a stout man with a gruff voice, leaned forward. He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “I agree with you, Mr. Vayne

Victor Vayne's eyes widened in shock as the officer's words sank in. “Under arrest?” he echoed, his voice trembling. “What are you talking about? What crime have I committed?”The lead officer remained calm, his expression was unreadable. “Mr. Vayne, I strongly suggest you come with us to the station. You’ll receive a fair hearing there, and all your questions will be answered.”Victor shot up from his seat, and his anger was barely contained. “Fair hearing?” he barked, his tone rising. “Do you know where you are? This is Voltforge headquarters! My company! What gave you the audacity to walk in here and attempt to arrest me? Do you know who I am?”The officer stood his ground, his tone was firm but measured. “We are fully aware of who you are, Mr. Vayne. That’s why we’re here. Please cooperate and come with us peacefully.”Victor’s nostrils flared as he paced back and forth, his mind racing. He finally stopped and pointed a finger at the officer. “I need to speak to my lawyer right no

Victor’s breathing grew heavier as the young woman’s gaze flickered between him and the DPO. She took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly, then pointed her finger at him.“Yes,” she said firmly, her voice breaking slightly. “He was the one who abused me.”The words struck Victor like a thunderclap. His face contorted with disbelief and fury as he slammed his handcuffed fists onto the desk. “That’s a lie!” he roared. “You know that’s not true!”The DPO raised a hand, silencing him. “Mr. Vayne, you’ll get your turn. Let her speak.”Victor shook his head furiously, his voice rising. “I ordered her services! She agreed to the terms and the payment. She was paid to engage in a consensual BDSM session with me! Everything we did was agreed upon beforehand.”The young woman’s eyes filled with tears as she stared at him. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice was soft and trembling. “You placed an order, but I never agreed to… to that. I didn’t consent to the things you did to me.”Victor scoff

The grand ballroom at the Neovalle State House buzzed with energy. The glittering chandelier lights bathed the room in a golden hue, reflecting off the polished marble floors and ornate decorations. Guests in elegant suits and dazzling gowns mingled, glasses of champagne in hand, exchanging polite smiles and shallow pleasantries. A jazz band played a lively tune in one corner, while uniformed waiters wove through the crowd, offering canapés and refills.This was a celebration of power—the inauguration of Senator David Wesley the new governor of Neovalle. Political elites, influential business moguls, and international delegates filled the room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and the murmur of calculated conversations.Mr. Landon stood near the entrance, his sharp tuxedo was tailored to perfection. His bodyguard loomed behind him, ever watchful. The businessman’s face betrayed none of the inner turmoil brewing from recent events. But the champagne flutes an