His Queen,Their War
Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.”
She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale.
She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her.
As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown.
Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety-ThreeThe grand hall was completely silent for several long seconds after the recording ended. Hundreds of people sat frozen in their seats, mouths open, eyes wide with disbelief. The air felt thick and heavy, as though the entire room had stopped breathing at once.Everyone was shocked.Salvatore stood near the side entrance like a statue, his face pale and his dark eyes filled with raw pain and utter disbelief. The strong, composed man who had carried me out of a warehouse now looked completely broken. Francesca’s parents rose slowly from the front row. Signora Moretti’s face had gone deathly white. She clutched her husband’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white.“Francesca!” her mother hissed, voice shaking with fury and embarrassment. “What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself right now! Is this true?”Francesca stammered, her perfect mask shattering completely. “Mama… it is not… she twisted my words… I did not mean… it was taken out of context...”"Francesca how could you?" ask
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety-TwoExams swallowed the next few days whole. I threw myself into them with a single-minded focus that left little room for anything else. Morning lectures, afternoon revisions, late nights bent over textbooks and design portfolios in the studio. I answered every question with precision, sketched every required piece with clean lines, and submitted my final projects without a single typo. I avoided Salvatore.Whenever he entered a room, I found a reason to leave it. When he offered coffee in the mornings, I thanked him politely and took my cup to the balcony. During dinner I spoke mostly to Guila or Lorenzo, keeping my replies short and neutral. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His dark eyes followed me constantly, heavy with questions he did not voice. Once, as I passed him in the hallway, his fingers brushed my wrist. I pulled away gently but firmly.“Not now,” I murmured.He did not push. He simply watched me with that quiet intensity that used to make my stomach flutter. Now it only
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety-OneI sat on the edge of my bed long after Guila left the room, the phone still warm in my hand. Francesca’s voice kept replaying in my head like a broken record. Every arrogant laugh, every cruel detail, every time she said “I have Salvatore wrapped around my hand completely.” I should have felt rage. I should have wanted to storm across campus and slap the smugness off her face. But something colder settled over me instead. Clearer. Sharper.Confronting her immediately would give her exactly what she wanted: drama, attention, another chance to play the victim or the devoted fiancée. No. That was too easy. Too small.Graduation was only a few days away.The entire university would be there. Important families. Media. Photographers. Everyone who mattered in our circle. If Francesca wanted to brag publicly about her engagement to Salvatore, then I would destroy her publicly too.The thought bloomed slowly, dangerous and satisfying. I could see it already: the grand hall, lights bright, ca
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Chapter: Chapter NinetyAuthor's POV Giulia pressed herself against the rough brick wall of the university building, hidden behind a thick hedge of evergreen shrubs. The leaves scratched at her coat sleeves, but she barely noticed. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had not expected to find Francesca.The voice drifted through the open window of the student lounge, it sounded so confident and cruel. Francesca stood near the glass with her friend Sienna and they were laughing in that sharp and arrogant way that made Giulia’s blood run cold.“…and honestly, she bought every single word,” Francesca was saying. “I told her Salvatore was always meant for me, that she was just a distraction. Her face. Priceless. She actually believed she had a chance. Foolish girl.”Sienna giggled. “You’re evil. But brilliant.”Francesca leaned against the windowsill, crossing her arms. “Evil? No. I am just being strategic. Men like Salvatore need to be managed. He thinks he’s in control, but he’s bee
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-NineAuthor's POVFrancesca stood in the university courtyard under the pale winter sun, surrounded by her usual group of friends. The air carried the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor cart. She wore a tailored burgundy wool coat, her dark hair falling in perfect waves, and her smile was sharp enough to cut glass. She had waited for this moment.“Next month,” she announced, voice carrying deliberately over the chatter of passing students. “The engagement will be official. My parents are already speaking with his family. Salvatore has always known where his future lies.”One of her friends, a tall blonde in oversized sunglasses, gasped and clutched her arm. “You’re actually doing it? After all this time?”Francesca tilted her head, letting the question hang for dramatic effect. “Some things are inevitable. Blood, loyalty and promises were made when we were barely adults. He walked away for a while, yes. Men do that. But he always comes back to what matters.”The girls ex
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-EightAlessia's POV The peck on the cheek lingered longer than any full kiss ever could have.I stood frozen in the living room long after Salvatore disappeared down the hallway, fingers pressed to the spot where his lips had rested. Warmth radiated from my skin like he had branded me there. My stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies that refused to settle. One second he was distant, respectful, keeping every touch careful and chaste. The next he looked at me like I was the only person breathing in the entire city.I could not understand him anymore.Guila’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Dinner in ten. And breathe, cara. You look like you just saw a ghost.”I managed a weak smile and sank onto the sofa again, legs still unsteady. The butterflies refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the soft press of his mouth, the way he had lingered just long enough to make my pulse race, then pulled away like nothing had happened.Dinner passed in a blur. Lorenzo returned fro
Last Updated: 2026-03-07
My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered.
His voice was a growl, ancient and broken.
“And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you”
"NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!".
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Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect.
Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy.
Evelyn has always felt watched.
Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave.
He’s a monster from history.
The lover from her past life.
And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return.
As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth…
Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-OneI knew that voice the second it reached my ears. That deep, smooth, velvet tone wrapped in quiet command could only belong to one person. My breath caught in my throat as I turned around slowly, my beautiful swan skirt swirling gently around my thighs.The sight of him hit me like a wave.Mr. Evander stood just a few feet away, looking ten times more handsome than I had ever seen him. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build. The crisp white shirt beneath was open at the top, revealing just a hint of his toned chest. His hair was styled neatly but still had that effortlessly sexy tousled look, with a few strands falling across his forehead. Those intense storm-gray eyes locked onto me with such raw intensity that my knees actually felt weak. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a dream. He looked powerful, elegant and dangerous.He started walking toward me with slow and confident strides, each step made my heart
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Chapter: Chapter EightyEvelyn's POV I stepped off the makeshift ice patch in my backyard, breathing hard, cheeks flushed from the cold and exertion. My legs felt pleasantly sore after running through the full routine twice. Every spin, every lift position, every dramatic drop felt smoother than yesterday. I was ready. Tomorrow’s competition no longer terrified me. I actually believed I could do this.I walked back into the house, peeling off my damp training clothes as I headed straight for the bathroom. The moment I turned on the shower and hot water cascaded over my skin, a deep sigh escaped me. The warmth soothed my tired muscles and melted away the lingering tension. Steam filled the small space, carrying the scent of my vanilla body wash. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my face.But even under the soothing spray, I couldn’t shake the feeling that had followed me the entire time I was skating. Someone had been watching me. Not in a creepy way exactly, but with such intensity that I had felt
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-NineDylen's POV I stood on the wide balcony of the estate, the cold wind whipped across my skin as I stared out at the snow-covered forest. Kaela appeared beside me in silence, bowing deeply with her usual respect. “My Lord,” she said softly, “your mate had a powerful dream last night. I monitored her subconscious and saw it clearly.”I turned toward her, arms crossed over my broad chest. “Tell me everything.”Kaela kept her head slightly lowered. “She stood in the ancient courtyard at night, torches burning around her. She saw you first as the Lycan King, silver hair shining under the moonlight, radiating pure power and authority. Behind you, she saw Evander, the version she knows as her skating tutor and her sport psychologist. She felt the connection instantly. When you tilted your head and called her ‘my love, my Avelynne’ while reaching for her, her soul responded with overwhelming longing. She woke up shaken but deeply affected.”I listened intently, my heartbeat steady and strong
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-EightI couldn’t bring myself to go see him.Even though the competition was tomorrow, even though we had spent days perfecting every move, every lift, every spin, I stayed curled up in my room with the curtains half-drawn, staring at the ceiling like it held answers. My skating tutor, Evander. The man whose arms had held me so carefully on the ice, whose voice made my knees weak, whose gray eyes saw straight through every wall I tried to build.And yet, I felt guilty.It was ridiculous. I wasn’t married. I wasn’t promised to anyone. Josh had never even officially asked me out. Still, the dream from last night refused to leave me alone. The silver-haired Lycan King standing in that moonlit courtyard, calling me “my Avelynne” with a voice full of centuries of longing. The way my entire soul had reached for him. The way Evander had stood behind him, watching with nothing in his eyes. Like he didn't care. Was that the reason why he vanished? Because he didn't care? Because he has a woman in hi
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-SevenThe drive home felt shorter than it should have, probably because my mind was still spinning on that rink, replaying every note of Swan Lake and the way Evander’s arm had wrapped around my waist like it belonged there.When the Mercedes pulled up to my curb, the driver opened my door with his usual polite nod. I thanked him, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and watched the car disappear down the street. Evander had insisted on the ride himself. He had texted the driver right after we finished skating, voice low and firm when he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” Even from miles away, his protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket.I let myself into the house, kicking off my boots at the door. The living room light was on, and I could hear soft music drifting from upstairs. Isla was already here. “Evie!” she called from the kitchen the second I hit the stairs. “Get in here before the popcorn gets cold!”I found her perched on the counter, legs swinging, a massive bowl o
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-SixEvelyn's POV The house was quiet after Isla left, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close. I turned off the lights one by one, climbed the stairs, and slipped under the covers still wearing the hoodie that smelled faintly of pine and snow from Evander’s rink. My body was exhausted. My muscles were aching pleasantly from hours on the ice, my stomach full from the late lunch he’d insisted on, but my mind refused to settle.I stared at the ceiling, the shadows shifted with every passing car outside. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, Evander. Not the teacher version of him, not even the gentle one who had lifted me so carefully today. The version that haunted me now was rawer: the way his gray eyes darkened when our faces hovered inches apart during the death drop, the low growl in his throat when I accidentally brushed his skin, the possessive grip of his arm around my waist when he whispered not to enjoy without him.I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow tight. I trie
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Wrapped In Lycan Obsession
CONTENT WARNING:
This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful...
“You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.”
He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enough… until you. Now you’re everything. And I’m going to prove it every single night with my actions, my fingers, my tongue and my cock, until you forget what it feels like to doubt me.”
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~~Raven Sinclair was raised to fear men, to crave the convent’s cold safety. But her secret rebellion as LittleSin drew the deadliest hunter: Jax Blackwood, the billionaire she once robbed and ghosted, now playing her “husband” in a dangerous game of fake amnesia and raw obsession.
Trapped in his penthouse, every touch is punishment and promise. Betrayals explode, masks shatter, love proves more dangerous than any lie.
When the world tries to shame her, Raven reclaims every inch of her desire and Jax proves, night after filthy night, that one woman is more than enough.~~
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Chapter: ~Not Wolf Enough~Chapter 10Lena did not leave when she was supposed to. She found excuses to stay, helping Aunt Dolores organize some old books in the library and chatting with the children until the afternoon light turned golden. Eventually we slipped away together to a secluded corner of the cloister, hidden behind thick curtains of ivy that draped over ancient stone columns. No one ever came back here unless they needed absolute quiet. I leaned against the cool wall, still in my habit, while Lena sat beside me on the narrow stone bench, her sundress riding up her smooth thighs.At first she kept her voice gentle, but I could feel the shift coming. She reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You know… your mother was a real strong wolf, Raven. Luna Elara did not just survive in that pack. She fought battles. She shifted under the full moon and roared loud enough to make grown males lower their heads. I keep thinking… maybe some of that wolf blood made it to you after all. Have you
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Chapter: ~The Gentleman At The Grille~Chapter 9I knelt in the herb garden the next morning, my fingers wrapped around a pair of small shears, snipping mint leaves with more care than they probably needed. The golden scar on my belly felt cool for the first time in days, like it was happy with my decision, but the rest of me did not. Between my legs I still felt swollen and achingly empty, a constant reminder of what I had given up when I blocked ShadowKing and deleted the app. Every time I shifted my weight on the damp earth, a little pulse of frustration moved through me. I hated it. I hated how my body still mourned the loss of those filthy words even while my mind celebrated the freedom.Aunt Dolores worked beside me. The sun had barely climbed above the convent walls, painting the stones in soft gold. My hands shook slightly as I reached for another stem. She noticed, of course. She always noticed.“Victor will be here within the hour,” she said without looking up from the rosemary bush. “He is coming to speak with
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Chapter: ~Finally Letting Go~CHAPTER EIGHTI stared at the phone in my trembling hand, my thumb hovered over the send button. The video I had just recorded waited there, my face was flushed, my lips parted, my eyes were glassy with shameful need. One tap and Jax would see everything. He would own another piece of me. My scar burned hotter beneath the habit, pulsing like it agreed with the hunger between my legs, more like it disagreed. Fresh slickness still coated my inner thighs from the recording. My body wanted this. It craved the danger of his growl, the way his commands made me forget every vow I had ever taken.But my mind screamed no.I held myself back at the last second. My thumb froze. I took a deep breath, then another, the cool garden air filling my lungs like a lifeline. The phone slipped from my fingers onto the soft earth beside the stone well. I sank down after it, knees hitting the ground hard. The rough fabric of my skirt bunched around my hips. I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and
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Chapter: ~Whispers In The Herb Garden~CHAPTER SEVEN I barely slept. When the first gray light of dawn crept through the narrow window of my cell, I was already dressed in my habit, eyes heavy and thighs still treacherously slick from the night before. The golden scar on my belly pulsed with a low, steady heat that refused to fade. Every step toward the chapel for morning prayers made my sensitive folds rub against damp cotton, pulling soft, involuntary breaths from me. I kept my head bowed during the office, lips moving through the familiar psalms while my mind replayed Jax’s messages in that imagined low growl. He's Jax, the shadowKing. The Lycan Emperor I had robbed. Those words kept replaying in my head.The phone in my hidden pocket vibrated again as we filed out toward the herb garden. Once. Twice. Three times. Each buzz sent a jolt straight to my core. I pressed my thighs together under the long skirt and tried to focus on the rows of rosemary and lavender. Aunt Dolores moved ahead of me, her silver hair catching
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Chapter: ~Glowing Scar, Poisoned Screen~CHAPTER SIX I lay curled on the narrow convent bed, knees drawn tight to my chest, the thin blanket twisted around my hips like a guilty confession. The phone rested on the cold stone floor where I had dropped it moments ago, its screen now dark but still radiating danger. My body refused to calm. Every tiny shift of my thighs sent fresh sparks through my swollen folds, drawing soft, helpless whimpers from my lips. I was still so wet, slickness coating my skin and soaking into the simple cotton sheets beneath me. The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear.The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread l
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Chapter: ~The Profile That Shattered Me~Victor would taste like duty if I let him kiss me. He wouldn't taste like sin.The thought arrives unbidden, while I'm still sprawled across tangled sheets with my thighs slick and my chest heaving. One hand curled between my legs like it forgot the performance was over. The video was already sent. The proof he wanted had been delivered. The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash.I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking.Then the phone lights up.‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’‘Next time: in the flesh.’The words hit like a fist to the sternum.My pulse, which had finally started to settle, kicks back into a sprint. ‘I
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In Love With The Hot Billionaire.
Camille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table.
Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked.
Except Adrien knows her.
She is the ex-wife of his best friend.
The woman he was never allowed to look at twice.
He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him.
But fate is cruel.
Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run.
Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks.
He does not touch patients.
He does not betray friends.
He does not want what does not belong to him.
Camille is all three.
Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen.
And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his.
Some love stories are written in stars.
Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.
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Chapter: ~Feeling Protected~He was still looking at me over those glasses.The card rested in his hand and the distance between us felt dangerously small. The towel remained wrapped low around his hips exactly as it had been since he stood up. His bare chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the damp skin catching the light from the monitor, the tattoo across his shoulder and arm standing out boldly against all that exposed muscle and strength.I waited for him to say something.He said nothing for long enough that the silence became its own kind of pressure, the specific weight of a man who understood that most people would fill quiet with words if you let it stretch, and who had apparently decided to let it stretch until I did exactly that.I did not fill it.I was learning.Then he leaned forward slightly, gray eyes sharp behind the dark frames."What did you say earlier, Camille?"The question caught me off guard again. Heat flooded my face as I remembered the soft curse that had slipped out while my eyes h
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Chapter: ~The Money Offer ~I did my hair the Sunday way.It took longer than usual because my hands were not entirely cooperative this morning, still carrying some residual trembling from last night and from Julien's message and from the general accumulated weight of the past several weeks settling into my fingers like something physical. I stood at the mirror and worked through it slowly, section by section, until it fell the way Noé had specified, soft and wavy, the way that had apparently been reported to Luca as evidence of effort.When I was done I looked at my reflection for a moment.I looked like someone who had slept three hours and cried into a pillow and sent a text to her ex husband at dawn that she did not regret but would probably think about for a long time. I looked like someone wearing the blue dress with the buttons that a seven year old had selected with the authority of a person who knew things.I looked, underneath all of that, like someone who was going to have to say the number out loud t
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Chapter: ~Hiding~The marks are purple by morning.I notice them while getting dressed, my sleeve riding up as I reach for my hairbrush. Four distinct ovals pressed into the inside of my left wrist, thumb-shaped and deliberate. I study them for a moment under the bathroom light. Then I pull my sleeve down and finish getting ready.I already know this morning will require both hands to hold together. I can feel it in the way yesterday sits in my body, heavy and undigested. The messages. The numbers. One million euros in fourteen days, Julien's particular brand of cruelty dressed up in legal language and delivered with a tick tock at the end like he was enjoying himself. Which he was. He always enjoyed himself most when I had nowhere to go.And then Adrien on the bathroom floor beside me, breathing with mechanical precision, his voice completely controlled while I fell apart. Counting my inhales like a problem to be solved. Leaving the moment I stabilized, because that was all it had ever been to him. A
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Chapter: ~The Persuasion~Camille's POVI'd just finished giving Noe his bath and was in the kitchen preparing a light lunch when I heard footsteps on the stairs."Camille! We're ready!" Noe's voice rang out with excitement.I turned from the counter and froze.Adrien and Noe descended the stairs together, both dressed for their museum outing. Noe wore dark jeans, a navy sweater, and those little leather shoes that made him look impossibly grown up. His hair was combed neatly, though I gave it five minutes before his energy turned it into its usual chaos.But it was Adrien who made my breath catch.He wore charcoal gray slacks that fit perfectly, a black henley that clung to shoulders I now knew were devastatingly defined, and a tailored jacket that somehow made him look both casually elegant and impossibly sophisticated. His hair was styled, his jaw freshly shaved, and those storm-gray eyes behind his glasses were sharp and focused.He looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine. Like every dangerous fantasy I
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Chapter: ~Spirals~Camille's POVI couldn't stay in my bedroom.The walls were too close, the air was too thick, and the messages kept replaying in my head like a nightmare on loop.Criminal charges…Prison…Public scandal…I stumbled into the attached bathroom, locked the door behind me, and sank to the floor with my back against the bathtub.My chest was too tight. I couldn't get enough air. Each breath came in short, painful gasps that did nothing to fill my lungs.Panic attack. I was having another panic attack.But knowing what it was didn't stop it. It didn't slow my racing heart or clear the black spots dancing at the edges of my vision.One million euros in two weeks? The numbers were impossible.And Julien knew it. That was the point. He wasn't actually expecting payment. He was creating an impossible situation so he could follow through on his threats.He was going to have me arrested.The charges were fabricated. I knew they were fabricated. I'd never stolen jewelry. The account withdrawals he
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Chapter: ~The Moment That's Stuck To My Brain~Camille's POV I forgot how to breathe when Adrien stepped out wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips.Water glistened on his bare chest, droplets tracking down defined muscles I had no business noticing. His dark hair was wet, pushed back from his face, making his bone structure even sharper and more devastating. His skin was still damp, catching the morning light in a way that made my mouth go dry.I'd seen him in his white coat. But this. This was something else entirely.This was the man beneath all those professional layers. Raw and utterly, devastatingly masculine."Noe!" His voice carried that edge of parental exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the light switches in my bathroom? If you spoil them again, I will...."He stopped mid-sentence.We locked eyes.For three seconds, neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. Then reality crashed back in."I'm sorry!" The words burst out of me in a rush. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be
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