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Damon stepped into Knight’s office, which was directly adjacent to the room where Genesis was sleeping.He stopped a few feet from the desk. Knight didn’t turn to face him—he just stood silently, gazing out the glass wall that overlooked the endless stretch of mountains.After a moment, Knight finally turned, his cold eyes meeting Damon’s. He stared at him for a few seconds too long, and that made Damon’s stomach twist. Something was off.Then Knight spoke. “They found the tapes.”Damon’s chest tightened. “Yeah. I heard.”Knight nodded once. “I know. But that’s not why I called you here.”Damon stayed silent, unsure. Knight reached for a white envelope on the desk and slid it toward him. Damon’s heart skipped a beat.Had he done something wrong? Had one of the men?He couldn’t think of anything.He picked up the envelope with slightly trembling fingers and tore it open. As he unfolded the paper inside and read the contents, his eyes grew wider and wider. Then he looked up at Knight, s

Genesis's legs felt like jelly as they made their way toward the car. Knight glanced down at her, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist to steady her. She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, and his smirk widened.“It’s jet lag, Princess.”Her frown deepened. Knight leaned down and swept her up into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in relief. Her legs were grateful.He laughed. “We’ve really come a long way, haven’t we? I still remember how you used to flinch when I so much as brushed against you. Now I carry you around, and you love it.”Genesis’s cheeks flamed, and he rubbed their noses together playfully.Behind them, his men exchanged looks. They'd long lost count of the times their boss had gone soft and cheesy around her. It was... strange. This was Knight, after all. Not Kieran.Genesis had both sides of her husband wrapped tightly around her little finger.“Anyway, jet lag is—” Knight paused as one of the men opened the back door of

Monica turned around and looked back at the house, where she had lived for years and now she couldn't really believe she was leaving it.She didn’t want to leave.Not like this.Not with nothing.But her heels were already clicking across the floor, echoing hollow and cold. The guards didn’t push. They didn’t need to.Her sons followed behind—Jimmy looking like a kicked dog, and Mark, now had no smirk on his face, he wasn’t even talking.At the front door, she stopped.She turned, just once, taking in the foyer one final time. The chandelier. The staircase. The stained-glass crest above the hallway—Caldwell, it read.But it didn’t belong to her anymore.Behind her, the estate staff stood like quiet statues, watching.And at her side, Mr. Parker cleared his throat. “The car is waiting.”Jimmy blinked, coming to a shaky stop just beside his mother. “Wait—where are we even going?”Parker raised an eyebrow, then stepped down one marble stair, buttoning his jacket.“To the Royal Crest Hote

“Princess…” Knight began, glancing at Genesis from the corner of his eye. She turned to him with a soft smile, her body trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation.“You do know Amelia was faking it back at the pool,” he continued, watching her carefully. “She’s very manipulative.”Her smile faded. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she stared at her hands for a moment.Knight was about to say more when she looked back up at him and began to sign.“I don’t think so,” her fingers replied.Knight let out a sigh and turned back to the road, tapping the steering wheel once before slowly pulling the car to a stop on the wide tarmac. The black SUVs trailing behind followed suit, parking neatly behind them in perfect formation.The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the concrete. Ahead, the engines of the private jet whirred steadily, the sleek aircraft gleaming like something out of a dream.Knight stepped out of the driver’s seat without a word, risi

Amelia had made it her mission, ever since stepping foot in Blackwood Mansion, to come between Genesis and Kieran in everything they did. And she wasn't going to stop now.She took a deep breath, pushed open the pool doors, and stepped outside.Genesis and Daisy were in the pool, splashing each other, laughing freely. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. Of course, Amelia hated that. Every bit of it.Then her eyes drifted to Kieran.He was lounging in one of the pool chairs, shirtless, his skin kissed by sunlight. His lips wore a faint, amused grin as he watched the two women in the water, and his eyes, those intense, ice-blue eyes shimmered with something she had never seen in him before.And just seeing him brought it all back.Amelia shivered, the memory from last night crashing over her like cold water. The press of a gun barrel against her head. Kieran’s face, so close, so calm, looking at her like she was nothing. His blue eyes hadn’t blinked. They hadn’t f

MidnightWhile everyone slept, Amelia paced her room like a caged tiger. Just hours ago, she hadn’t even been able to walk without wincing, but after Eliana massaged her swollen feet, she felt better. Not that she’d said thank you. Gratitude didn’t live in Amelia’s chest.But that wasn’t what kept her awake.No, this was something else. Something burning deep inside her ribs.The memory made her want to scream. The way they kissed. The way he touched her. It was like a scene from a dream she wasn't invited to.And the worst part? It made her horny. So badly she wanted to pretend otherwise, but she couldn’t. Her skin itched for touch. Her body begged for release. But who would want her like this—with this giant inconvenience of a belly? Her words. Not even the club was an option. Donald was watching her like a hawk. She had to behave, at least until the paternity results confirmed Kieran was the father.“That old fucking bastard,” she hissed, sinking onto the bed. Her legs spread to ac