Chapter: Chapter 201 "I didn't," Ava said. She said it to the whole garden, in a voice stretched thin as thread. The back steps creaked as she took one step down and then stopped, as if the grass might not hold her. "I swear to you, Jazz. I never opened that gate. I've never touched that gate." "No one said you did," Eleanor said. "You looked at me." "I looked at the house. You happened to be standing in front of it." My grandmother's voice was gentler than I'd expected. "Invited is not the same as let in on purpose. A key left under a pot. A door propped for a delivery. A child who can reach a latch if she stands on the right stool." "She can't reach that bolt," Theo said. "It's at my shoulder." "Then someone taller." Nobody said anything. The pear tree dripped in the dusk. My daughter had wandered back to the bench and sat talking to her rabbit in a low, confiding murmur, and I couldn't make myself hear what she was telling it. "The plumber," Ava said suddenly. "Tuesday. He came for th
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Chapter: Chapter 200 "Ava," I said into the phone. "Where is Jasmine right now?" "At the kitchen table. With a bowl of grapes and the rabbit, and she's completely fine." My sister's voice was shaking, but the words came out in careful order, like items on a list. "I'm sitting across from her. I haven't looked away since I saw the drawing." "Lock the front door. The back too. Don't open either one for anyone." "Jazz, who is she?" "I'll explain when I get there. Twenty minutes." I lowered the phone and found three faces watching me: Theo by the window, my father gripping the edge of the cutting table, and Eleanor, who hadn't moved since she'd said the sentence that tilted the room. "I have never been to your house," she said again, more quietly. "I heard you." "Then we go. Now." She pulled her key from the table's lock and tucked it into her coat. "Bring the document. Leave the drawer open. It no longer matters who sees it." "Why?" Theo asked. "Because the drawer was never the thing wort
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Chapter: Chapter 199 "You're dead," I said. It was the only sentence I had. My great-grandmother's workroom held its breath around us. The dust lay undisturbed on the cutting tables. The black-and-white photograph shook slightly in my hand. "I'm told it was a lovely funeral," said my grandmother Eleanor. "Closed casket. Lilies. Your mother wore gray." "I was six. I held your hand." "You held a stranger's hand in a lace glove, and you asked why I'd gotten so cold." She said it gently, the way you'd correct a child on a point of fact. "I've never forgotten it." Behind me, my father had risen from the stool. The wooden box slid to the floor, but he didn't seem to notice. His face had gone the color of old plaster. "Ellie," he whispered. "Dennis." She inclined her head. "You kept it. I wasn't certain you would." "You said you'd never come back." "I said I'd never stay. You were nineteen. You heard what you wanted." Theo moved into the room at last, one careful step at a time, and stopped
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Chapter: Chapter 198 "Go," Theo said. He was already on his feet, already holding out his hand. "I'll drive." "Your call. Hendriks." "Can wait." He thumbed out a text as we took the stairs two at a time and showed me the screen without breaking stride. Family emergency. Need until tonight. Will answer by midnight your time. "If they pull the offer over eight hours, then it wasn't an offer. It was a leash." I looked at him, and at the way he had said it, without a flicker, and something in my chest turned over. "You didn't have to do that." "I know," Theo said. "That's why I did." --- The old atelier on Fennimore Street sat at the end of a block that had given up on itself years ago: a dry cleaner with paper in the windows, a locksmith with a faded sign, and at the corner a narrow three-story building with green shutters gone gray. My great-grandmother had worked there before the studio, before the move uptown, before any of it. I had been inside exactly once as a child and remembered only th
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Chapter: Chapter 197 "Forty minutes," Theo said. "I can do a lot of arguing in forty minutes." "You've been arguing for two hours." "That was the warm-up." We were on the back stairwell of the studio at ten past one, the only place in the building with no glass and no ears. I sat three steps above him with the Rotterdam contract open on my knees. A sandwich Diana had pressed into my hands sat untouched on the landing between us. Below us, the building hummed with the ordinary work of people who didn't know the studio might be sold by noon tomorrow. "Page thirty-one," he said, without looking up from his phone. "Relocation. Read it." I read it. Housing for twelve months, schooling at an international academy, a spouse's career transition fund. A spouse's career transition fund, as though a studio of forty people was a hobby to be wound down gently. "They've thought of everything," I said. "They've thought of everything except you." "That's not fair. This is generous." "It's generous to
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Chapter: Chapter 196 "Forty seconds," Walter said, holding the receiver out like a live wire. I took it. My hand wasn't steady, so I pressed it flat against my hip and counted two breaths. Mei Lin's phone sat in my other palm, still warm from her grip. "Mr. Crane." "Ms. Reed. How good of you to take my call." The velvet was back in his voice, a performance for a rattled audience. "I'd begun to worry." "You said you'd take the offer to my father." "I said I'd consider it." "Don't." It came out harder than I'd planned. "Whatever you think he knows, he's seventy-one, he has a bad heart, and he is not part of this negotiation." "On that point, I respectfully disagree. He's been part of it for a very long time." A pause, almost kind. "But I'd rather speak with you. Have you reached a decision?" "I've reached a counterproposal." "Ah." "Thirty minutes. I'll call you back." "My clients dislike delay." "Your clients can survive thirty minutes," I said, and hung up before he could answer.
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The Pleasure Archive
A dark, gripping tale of secrets and consequences. Once you begin, there's no turning back.
Lila Bennett thought one mistake would be the end of it. She was wrong.
Her secret relationship with her brilliant, enigmatic literature professor, Elias Voss, was supposed to stay hidden. But one late-night meeting in his office set something in motion that neither of them could control. Then hidden cameras capture everything, and a mysterious blackmailer threatens to destroy them both.
Now Lila is pulled into a dangerous game of leverage and deception. From her professor's tight grip, she is forced into the ruthless world of a cold, commanding billionaire CEO who demands her loyalty. Soon after, she finds herself inside an exclusive midnight society ruled by the city's most powerful figures, where every rule is written to serve them.
As the stakes rise, the quiet student begins to change. Lila grows sharper, bolder, and harder to recognize, with no limit left in sight.
⚠️ This is not a love story. It's a dark, compulsive thriller of power, obsession, and betrayal that unfolds across 200 chapters.
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 7🙈💦Natalia Volkov dragged me by the collar into the vast underground ritual chamber beneath the main compound as the final night of my initiation reached its peak. The massive space was lit by hundreds of torches, their flames casting flickering shadows across the stone walls and the enormous circular platform in the center. Nearly a hundred of the highest-ranking members of the Volkov Bratva, Pakhan, Underbosses, Brigadiers, Enforcers, and soldiers, stood in a wide circle around the altar, their eyes burning with raw, collective hunger.“On the altar, my perfect toy,” Natalia commanded, her voice echoing through the chamber. She shoved me forward onto the silk-covered stone. “Tonight the entire hierarchy claims you together. You will be bred by every rank of the Volkov family under one roof. Show them why you were chosen as the Blood Princess’s shared whore.”I climbed onto the altar and lay on my back, spreading my legs as wide as humanly possible, pulling my knees back to my shoulders
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 6🙈💦Natalia Volkov dragged me by the collar down the dimly lit corridor toward the soldiers’ barracks again, my legs still shaking from the Enforcers’ brutal session earlier. Cum was still leaking down my thighs with every step, making my skin sticky and my pussy throb.The heavy doors opened and the loud, crude voices of over forty off-duty soldiers filled the air. They were drinking, playing cards, and laughing until they saw me. The room went quiet for a second, then erupted in hungry cheers.“On the floor, toy,” Natalia ordered, shoving me into the center of the room. “The soldiers get you for the rest of the night. Show them how well you serve the lowest ranks.”I dropped to my knees immediately, spreading my legs wide and reaching down to open my swollen, dripping pussy for all of them. “Please… all of you,” I moaned, voice already desperate. “Use your shared Bratva toy. Fuck every hole raw. Fill me with soldier cum until I can’t take anymore. I need the whole barracks tonight.”The
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 5🙈💦Natalia Volkov shoved me through the reinforced steel doors of the underground training wing, my bare feet slapping against the cold concrete. My body was still sore and leaking from the Brigadiers’ long session, but the second I entered the dimly lit room, a dozen elite Enforcers turned toward me with dark, predatory hunger.“On your knees, toy,” Natalia ordered, yanking my collar. “These are the Enforcers, the ones who make problems disappear. Today they get to play with their Princess’s favorite new whore.”I dropped instantly in the center of the room, spreading my thighs wide and reaching down to part my swollen, dripping pussy. “Please… use me,” I moaned, voice already shaking with need. “All of you. Stretch every hole. Fuck your shared Bratva toy until I can’t walk. I need the Enforcers to ruin me.”The biggest Enforcer, a bald mountain of muscle named Ivan, stepped forward first. He grabbed my hair roughly and shoved his massive, thick cock straight down my throat.“Suck it li
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 4🙈💦Natalia Volkov yanked my collar hard, pulling me into the dimly lit Brigadiers’ private lounge on the upper floor of the compound. The room smelled of cigar smoke, expensive vodka, and raw masculine power. Six Brigadiers, the captains who commanded their own crews, lounged on leather couches, their shirts open to reveal heavy tattoos and scars.“On the table, toy,” Natalia ordered, shoving me forward. “The Brigadiers have been waiting to test their share of the Blood Princess’s new pet.”I climbed onto the heavy oak table in the center of the room and immediately dropped onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pulling my knees toward my chest. My voice came out needy and broken. “Please, Brigadiers… use your shared Bratva toy. Stretch every hole while you talk business. Fill me with your loads. I need to feel what your rank does to a whore like me.”The senior Brigadier, a broad man named Dimitri with a thick beard and cold eyes, stood first. He dropped his pants and ru
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 3🙈💦Natalia Volkov pulled me by the collar through the long corridor of the Bratva compound toward the soldiers’ barracks as the sun began to set. My body was still sore and leaking from the morning hierarchy meeting on the table, but the moment the heavy steel doors opened, the roar of dozens of voices filled the air.The barracks common room was packed with over thirty off-duty soldiers, the lowest but most numerous rank in the Volkov structure. Hard, tattooed men who did the dirty work: beatings, collections, protection runs. They all turned when Natalia shoved me into the center of the room.“Listen up,” Natalia announced loudly, her voice cutting through the noise. “This is Lila, the Blood Princess’s new shared toy. She belongs to the entire family. Tonight she is yours. Use her until she can’t stand. Show her what real Bratva soldiers do to their property.”I dropped to my knees immediately in the center of the room, spreading my thighs wide and reaching down to spread my swollen pu
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Chapter: BRATVA BLOOD PRINCESS’S TOY 2🙈💦Natalia Volkov dragged me by the collar through the marble halls of the main Bratva compound at dawn, my naked body still marked and sticky from the snowy courtyard initiation. Two massive enforcers flanked us as we entered a grand strategy room with a long oak table. Seated around it were the core hierarchy of the Volkov family, the men who truly ran the empire.“On the table, toy,” Natalia ordered, shoving me forward. “You will learn exactly who owns you while they use you.”I climbed onto the polished oak and spread my legs wide, pulling my knees back so my swollen pussy and ass were completely exposed to the entire room. “Please… honored members of the Volkov Bratva… use your new shared toy. Stretch every hole while you discuss business. I need to feel the full hierarchy inside me.”Natalia sat at the head of the table like a queen. “This is Lila, our new Blood Princess’s personal fucktoy. She will serve the entire structure — from the Pakhan’s inner circle down to the lowest sold
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My Brother, My Ruin
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At Riverside University, Cassandra Bills and her devastatingly handsome stepbrother Alexander Gray share more than just family bond, they share a burning, insatiable hunger for each other that could destroy both their families if discovered.
What began as stolen glances has exploded into raw, passionate nights of forbidden pleasure behind closed doors.
But their dangerous secret grows more complicated when Alexander’s charming best friend, Brady Collins, falls hard for Cassandra and refuses to back down. As stolen kisses turn into desperate, risky encounters across campus, library stacks, late-night showers, backseat thrill rides, and hidden rooftops, their love becomes deeper, hotter, and far more perilous.
In this collection of forbidden love, follow Cassandra and Alexander as they balance intense, addictive loveplay, tender love, overwhelming jealousy, and the constant threat of exposure.
Will their taboo romance survive the fire… or will it consume them both?
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Chapter: WHAT BECAME OF USChapter 143: What We KeepCassandraWe sat with Mom’s message for a long time after the phone went dark.The offer was simple. Money for a bus. Money for a short rental somewhere else. Distance from the relatives who kept testing the door. No lectures. No demands to come home. Just an exit.Alexander leaned forward on the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. I stayed beside him with my hands resting over the small curve of my stomach. Thirteen weeks. The baby was the size of a lemon now. Real enough to change every decision we made.“I don’t want to take her money,” I said finally. “Not because I’m proud. Because every time we let them in, even sideways, they start thinking they still have a vote.”“I know.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But Carol already warned us. The store is starting to feel the rumors. The family isn’t getting bored. If we stay, we stay knowing the pressure continues. If we leave, we leave on our terms with a plan, not because they
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Chapter: BOUNDARIES 3Chapter 142: The Wider CircleCassandraThe message stayed on the phone overnight like a stone we couldn’t put down.“The family isn’t the only ones who know where you live now. Some people are tired of watching this play out quietly. You should decide how public you want the next part to be.”Alexander and I read it again in the morning light. No name. No demand for money. Just the clear implication that the audience for our life had grown.“We treat it the same as the rest,” he said while I ate crackers on the edge of the mattress. “No reply. Document it. Tell Carol. Keep the door locked. If something actually happens, we call the police. We don’t chase ghosts.”I nodded. The baby was twelve weeks. The nausea had eased a little, but the fatigue and the constant low-level awareness of being watched had not. We were still on track for rent. The clinic fund was intact. The ordinary pieces of survival were holding. The noise around them kept trying to grow.At the store Jess took one lo
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Chapter: BOUNDARIES 2Chapter 141: The Line They CrossedCassandraCarol’s text sat between us like a warning flare.They had come to the house. They now knew the exact door.Alexander locked the phone, set it face-down, and pulled the chain across the door even though it was already locked. We didn’t talk much after that. There was nothing useful to say. The family had decided that cutting us off was not enough. They wanted the last word in person.Morning came with the same nausea and a sharper edge of dread. Alexander left for the warehouse later than usual so we could walk out together. The street was clear. No unfamiliar cars. No relatives waiting. The ordinary quiet felt temporary.At the store Jess took one look at my face and said, “You’re doing the ‘someone is about to ruin my day’ walk. Who do I need to scare?”“Possibly my aunt and uncle again. They found the house last night.”Jess’s expression flattened. “They show up here, I call the cops and then I key their car. I’m not joking.”“I know you
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Chapter: BOUNDARIES 1Chapter 140: BoundariesCassandraMom’s visit left the room feeling exposed for the rest of the night. Alexander double-checked the lock and the chain. We kept the phone on the floor between us, volume low but not off. Sleep came in short stretches. Every time a car slowed on the street I woke up. He did too.In the morning he sat on the edge of the mattress tying his shoes while I ate crackers and tried to settle my stomach.“If anyone from the family shows up, we don’t open the door,” he said. “We tell Carol. If they push it, we call the police. This is our place. They don’t get to turn it into another family meeting.”“Agreed.”He kissed me, rested his hand on my stomach for a second the way he always did now, and left for the warehouse. I walked to the store with my shoulders tight and the phone in my back pocket on silent.Jess took one look at me and raised an eyebrow. “You look like you slept inside a washing machine. Family noise again?”“Something like that.”“Want me to star
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Chapter: SOMETHING DIFFERENT 10Chapter 139: Noise Travels Cassandra The text sat on the phone like a hand on the back of my neck. “Heard the pregnancy rumor reached the grocery store. Shame. Family’s talking more than you think. Some of them are less content to stay quiet than others. Watch your back.” Alexander and I read it twice in the dark. Then he turned the phone completely off and set it on the floor face-down. “We’re not answering,” he said. “We’re not chasing it. Same rule as the old threats. Silence first.” I nodded against his chest, but sleep did not come after that. Every creak of the house made me tense. The baby was only the size of a raspberry according to the last pamphlet, and yet the idea of it was already large enough to draw blood from people who had already decided we were a scandal. Morning arrived too early. The nausea was sharper than usual, probably from the stress. I ate crackers in bed while Alexander dressed for the warehouse. He kissed the top of my head and reminded me to keep
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Chapter: SOMETHING DIFFERENT 9Chapter 138: The Weight of Ordinary Days Cassandra The crib stayed in pieces against the wall because there was nowhere else to put it. Every time I looked at it I felt the future press a little harder against the present. Ten weeks. The nurse had said the nausea might start easing soon. So far it had only changed shape—less sharp in the mornings, more like a constant low tide that rose whenever I got too hungry or too tired. Alexander left for the warehouse before it was fully light. I walked to the store with the ginger chews Jess had forced on me and the prenatal vitamin already taken. The air was cooler. My jeans bit at the waist in a way that meant I would need to do something about clothes soon. Another expense we hadn’t fully written into the notebook yet. Jess was already at express, restocking gum with unnecessary aggression. She glanced up as I clocked in. “You look like someone who slept. Miracles happen. Earl left you a banana that is only morally compromised, not ful
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Chapter: الفصل الأربعونلم أنم أنا أيضاً، ليس حقاً. فقط انجرفت داخل وخارج شيء ضحل أكثر مما ينبغي ليُسمى راحة، الجدال يعيد تشغيل نفسه في شذرات في كل مرة اقتربت فيها فعلاً من النوم.«أصل تموضع استراتيجي.»«أعرف أنني صفقة لك.» كرهت كم المساحة التي يمكن لأربع كلمات أن تأخذها في عقل شعر، قبل يوم واحد فقط، في سلام تام.في مكان ما حول الثالثة صباحاً، تخلّيت عن المحاولة واستلقيت أحدق في السقف بدلاً من ذلك، أصنّف كل سبب لدي للغضب فعلاً وكل سبب لدي للاعتراف بأنني قد أكون أبالغ في رد الفعل، وأجد، بشكل مزعج، أن كلتا القائمتين تظلان تنموان بنفس المعدل.سمعته قبل أن أراه، الصوت الهادئ المتعمد لباب جناح الضيف يفتح بعد الخامسة مباشرة، حريصاً ألا يوقظني، بوضوح لا يتوقع أنني مستيقظة بالفعل. جلست بينما دخل نوح إلى الباب، ما زال في ملابس الأمس، شعره أشعث بطريقة قالت لي إنه لم ينم أفضل مني.«رأيت الضوء مطفأ» قال بهدوء. «لم أكن سأوقظكِ. أردت فقط أن أرى إن كنتِ ترتاحين.»«لم أكن.» سحبت ركبتيّ تحت البطانية، أراقبه بحذر. «ولا أنت، بالنظر إليه.»«لا.» استند إلى إطار الباب، لا يدخل تماماً، كأنه غير متأكد بعد إن كان دُعي. «مررت بالمحاد
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Chapter: الفصل التاسع والثلاثونفي صباح ما بعد الحفلة، استيقظت أبطأ من المعتاد، النوع الجيد من التعب يستقر في أطرافي، ضوء الشمس يتسلق بالفعل عبر سقف جناح الضيف. لوقت استلقيت فقط هناك، أعيد تشغيل قطع من الليلة السابقة — الفستان الذهبي، البوابة، ذراع نوح حول كتفيّ في الظلام الهادئ — أدع نفسي أشعر، بلا ذنب أو استعداد، سعيدة ببساطة.لم يستمر.تجولت نحو المطبخ للقهوة، ما زلت نصف في رضا الأمس، حين سمعت صوت نوح من المكتب في الممر، منخفضاً وعملياً، بوضوح في منتصف مكالمة. لم أكن أحاول الاستماع. قلت لنفسي ذلك لاحقاً، أكثر من مرة، في الساعات التي تلت، أنني لم أذهب أبحث عن أي شيء لأسمعه. كنت أمر فقط، القهوة في يدي، حين وصلتني حفنة من الكلمات وأوقفتني باردة في الممر.«…البصريات كانت مفيدة، بوضوح. إليانور راضية، التغطية الصحفية كانت مواتية، والترتيب فعل بالضبط ما احتاجه كأصل تموضع استراتيجي. لا أتوقع أي تعقيدات إلى الأمام.»وقفت هناك، القهوة تبرد في يديّ، الكلمة تكرر نفسها في جمجمتي كشيء عالق في حلقة.أصل تموضع استراتيجي؟ أنا؟ ذلك ما كنت، على ما يبدو، في نسخة هذه القصة التي رواها للناس الذين يهمون أعماله، ليس المرأة التي قبلها في
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Chapter: الفصل الثامن والثلاثونراقبت نوح يعبر العشب بنوع من الغرض غير المستعجل الذي شعر بطريقة ما أكثر ترهيباً مما لو كان اقتحم البوابة. هدأت المحادثات حولي درجات، الضيوف يستديرون ليتبعوا التوتر بالطريقة التي تفعل بها الغرفة دائماً، يشعرون بقصة تنكشف قبل أن يشرح أحد ما كانت.«ديانا» قلت بهدوء، وكانت بالفعل بجانبي، الشامبانيا متروكة في مكان ما، يدها تجد يدي.«أنا معكِ» همست. «مهما يحدث. أنا معكِ.»عند البوابة، وصل نوح إلى رايان، وحتى من هذه المسافة استطعت أن أقرأ شكل المحادثة في أجسادهما — رايان يومئ، متحمساً، يحاول بوضوح أن يجادل طريقه عبر شيء غير قابل للتحريك. وقف نوح ويداه مرتخيتان إلى جانبيه، ساكناً، غير منزعج، وضعية رجل فاز بالفعل بجدال قبل أن يبدأ وينتظر ببساطة أن يلاحظ الشخص الآخر.لم أستطع سماع الكلمات من حيث وقفت، لكنني لم أحتج. راقبت نوح يتعامل مع غرف كافية الآن لأتعرف على الاقتصاد الخاص لقسوته حين يختار استخدامها، لا صوت مرفوع، لا إيماءة درامية، فقط وضوح دقيق مدمر يُسلَّم بهدوء شديد حتى يستغرق المستمع لحظة ليفهم أنه قُطع.تغير وجه رايان بينما تكلم نوح. أي شجاعة حملته إلى هذا الحد نزفت منه في الوقت الحقيقي
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Chapter: الفصل السابع والثلاثونحدقت في لقطة الشاشة حتى تشوشت الكلمات، ديانا تقرأ فوق كتفي بلعنة منخفضة غير مصدقة.«هو سيقتحم عقار إليانور فوس» قالت. «هذا ما يقوله، أليس كذلك؟ لست أخطئ في القراءة؟»«هذا ما يقوله.» صارت يداي باردتين حول الهاتف. «لم يُدعَ. ولا هما. إليانور تأكدت من ذلك.»«مما يعني أنه يخطط للظهور على أي حال.» صار صوت ديانا حاداً، واقياً. «جاسمين، تحتاجين أن تتصلين بنوح.»كان إبهامي بالفعل على اتصاله قبل أن تنهي الجملة. أجاب في الرنة الثانية، صوته خشن من النوم لكنه متيقظ فوراً في اللحظة التي سمع فيها صوتي.«ما الخطأ؟»«رايان.» قرأت له الرسالة، صوتي أكثر ثباتاً مما توقعت بالنظر إلى مدى قوة طرق قلبي. «يخبر فريقه أنه قادم غداً. مهما كان هذا الوضع الذي يظن أنه يخصه… هو يخطط للظهور في الحفلة.»صمت على الخط لحظة، واستطعت أن أتخيله يجلس، يمر بالفعل عبر الاحتمالات كما يفعل مع كل شيء.«لن يتجاوز البوابة» قال نوح أخيراً، هادئاً ومتأكداً. «الأمن لديه قائمة الضيوف الكاملة، وطاقم إليانور لا يقدمون استثناءات لمليارديرات في تراجع غير مدعوين يمرون بأسبوع سيئ. لكنني سأتصل برئيس الأمن بنفسي الليلة، فقط لأتأكد أنه لا يوج
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Chapter: الفصل السادس والثلاثونمرت الأسابيع التي سبقت حفلة الخطوبة أسرع مما توقعت، مليئة بالفوضى الخاصة بإليانور فوس تقرر أن تفعل شيئاً «بشكل صحيح» مما يعني لا تفصيل صغيراً أكثر مما ينبغي ليُستجوب، ولا مورد إنجازاً أكثر مما ينبغي ليهرب من معاييرها الدقيقة.«اتصلت ببائع الزهور مرتين اليوم» قالت لينا، تمرر جهازاً لوحياً عبر جزيرة المطبخ بتعبير تسلية طويلة المعاناة. «لمناقشة إن كانت الفاوانيا تقرأ كـ«انتصارية» أو مجرد «جميلة». لا أعرف تماماً كيف تبدو الفاوانيا الانتصارية، لكن على ما يبدو سنحصل عليها.»«بالطبع سنفعل» قلت، أضحك رغم الإرهاق الذي يتسلل إلى أسبوعي. بين تحضيرات الحفلة ومجموعتي التي تتجه إلى دفعها الإنتاجية النهائية، بدأت أنام بعض الليالي في منتصف الرسم، القلم ما زال في يدي.صممت فستاني الخاص للمناسبة، لأنني بالطبع فعلت، لأن بعد عمر من ارتداء ما جعلني أبدو أصغر، ما قررته أم أو خطيب أنه يصور أفضل، لم أكن على وشك أن أدع أحداً آخر يختار ما أقف فيه حين أمشي أخيراً إلى غرفة بشروطي الخاصة. ذهب، مهيكل عبر الصدر بالطريقة التي تعلمت أن أفعلها بشكل صحيح الآن، يسقط فضفاضاً وواثقاً في كل مكان آخر. بكت ديانا قليلاً أول م
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Chapter: الفصل الخامس والثلاثونلم يتعرف رايان على شكل سقوطه الخاص حتى فات الأوان ليسبقه، ذلك الشيء الذي فهمته الآن، أراقبته ينكشف من مسافة حذرة، أنه بنى هويته كلها على أن يُستصغر بشكل مواتٍ، ولم يفكر مرة واحدة في ما سيشعر به أن يُستصغر بالطريقة الأخرى.قاعة الاجتماعات، حين سمعت عنها من طرف ثانٍ عبر الزميلة السابقة نفسها التي تركت ذلك التعليق عبر الإنترنت، لم تسر جيداً على ما يبدو.«طلبوا منه أن يمر بهم على الاتجاه الإبداعي لخط الخريف» قالت لي على القهوة، غير قادرة على إبقاء الرضا تماماً خارج صوتها رغم أنها كانت تحاول بوضوح. «فقط… يشرح الرؤية. أشياء أساسية. تحدث لعشر دقائق وقال لا شيء. راقبت عضوين في المجلس يتبادلان نظرة لم أرَها إلا مباشرة قبل أن يُطرد أحد.»«هو لا يعرف» قلت ببطء. «أليس كذلك؟ أنه نوح.»«لا أظن ذلك. ليس بعد. يعرف أن شيئاً يحدث… عملاء ينسحبون، موردون يعيدون التفاوض، مستثمرون يسألون أسئلة أحدّ مما كانوا يفعلون. لكن ليس لديه اسم له بعد.» درست وجهي بحذر. «هل يزعجكِ ذلك؟ معرفة أنه قادم له وهو لا يراه؟»فكرت في السؤال أطول مما توقعت. «لا أعرف. بعض الأيام يشعر كعدالة. أيام أخرى يشعر فقط بالحزن، أراقب شخصاً
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