Chapter: Hot Glue and Heart DamageIt was almost eight by the time I got back to Nicholas’s mansion.I came through the foyer with sore shoulders, aching heels, and a bag full of samples that had suddenly gained an extra seven pounds because apparently I was also hauling home my irritation.I caught the soft glow of the kitchen lights, the distant sound of the TV from the family room, and the faint smell of grilled cheese mixed with hot glue.I stopped for a second.Hot glue?Angela came out from the pantry carrying a bowl of popcorn. “Don’t too loud,”I slipped off my blazer. “Why does this luxury mansion smell like a craft store and make bad decisions?”Angela tipped her chin toward the family room.I turned.Then went still.Nicholas was sitting on the floor, half leaning against the sofa, his long legs bent any which way, still in his work shirt. His tie was gone. The top two buttons were open. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows. His phone lay sideways across one thigh, the screen full of emails. There was a sin
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Chapter: Acts of EfficiencyIt had been three days since that fucking little nostalgia trip in the penthouse of that damn amnesiac boy, and Manhattan bit at the tip of my nose as I stepped out of the car and stopped in front of Sea & Sun’s new building with a coffee too expensive to be worth what it cost.Three days ago, this space had still felt like a promise made too fast. Empty, cold, and full of possibilities that could keep me stressed out at three in the morning.Still...today was going to be a mess.I’d woken up with a mental list long enough to make a sane person change religions. At least Sienna was already taken care of. Off to school with Angela glued to her side and one of Nicholas’s drivers behind the wheel, looking more put together than most men in New York. I wasn’t too worried about the social part. Sienna could walk into a strange room and, five minutes later, act like she owned the building.Too bad, I had less charming survival skills.The chandelier for the meeting room still wasn’t confirm
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Chapter: Before I Knew BetterFlahsbackThere had been nights in this penthouse when everything felt far too ordinary to be suspicious.I sat on the long sofa by the window, laptop open across my thighs, one tender file to my left, one spreadsheet glowing on the screen, and a glass of water I still hadn’t touched since setting it down fifteen minutes ago. City lights spilled across the tall glass, and New York shimmered outside like a woman who had dressed on purpose to ruin lives.My white blouse was still neat, at least the parts people could see. My blazer had already been tossed over the back of a chair. My heels were lying somewhere because Nicholas had told me I was “too loud” every time I paced across his wooden floors.“I need the final numbers before morning,” I muttered, typing. “If this shipping section is off by even one percent, legal is going to drop dead as a group.”No answer.Just the warm weight in my lap.Nicholas was stretched out along the sofa, ankles crossed in lazy comfort, shirt sleeves ro
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Chapter: Old Keys, Old GhostsNicholas moved first. He laid a light hand against my lower back, guiding me away from the dessert table, away from the pillar, away from the man in the black tux who had just made the back of my neck feel like it had been doused in ice water.“Going home?” I asked quietly.“Not yet.”“Where are we going?”“I need to pick something up.”“Where?”“My old penthouse.”The private elevator took us down to the lobby. Manhattan’s night air slapped me across the face the second the building doors opened. The driver was already waiting beside a gleaming black sedan. Nicholas opened the door for me. I got in without a word.The car glided past rows of city lights. The window reflected my face in a faint blur, and New York beyond the glass looked like an old rich woman who was still beautiful, still cold, and knew every secret her city had ever buried.Nicholas sat beside me and immediately reached for his phone. His tie was already slightly loosened.“What did you see in that man back there?”
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Chapter: We Look Good in RuinsThere it was.Finally.I turned to her fully. “A lot of people also think gluten is the greatest threat facing humanity. Life is full of confusion.”She gave a laugh, but her eyes didn’t retreat all the way. “I just mean... the two of you look very well matched.”I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.From the outside, we looked like the kind of couple who knew each other down to the smallest habits. The cold man who only softened beside his wife. The beautiful wife, and yes, my self-confidence was probably a public hazard, who knew exactly when to speak, when to stay quiet, and how to stand under public attention without wavering.When in reality, I was standing next to the man who had once wrecked me, now tending our image with a perfection that was almost romantic, while half the room seemed ready to hate me or admire me for all the wrong reasons.Nicholas returned before I could follow that thought too far. His hand settled at my back again, light, precise, as if he knew the exact
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Chapter: Champagne and ScrutinyMy black dress fell straight to my ankles, simple in the front, smooth through the waist, with thin straps over my shoulders that made them look longer without making it seem like I was trying too hard.I turned a little, studying my reflection. Not bad.I picked up my clutch, smoothed a strand of hair near my temple, then stepped out and turned toward Sienna’s room first.I opened the white door carved with seashells.The mermaid room still looked like someone had taken the ocean, soothed it, and set it gently inside four walls. Tiny starfish-shaped lights glowed softly. A smiling whale stretched across the mural on the wall. On the pale blue round rug, Sienna sat with her legs sprawled wide, short hair messy, bangs falling over her forehead, working on a puzzle with the kind of grave concentration that suggested the fate of entire nations rested on the clownfish piece in her left hand.Angela sat beside her, propping her chin on one hand, clearly deep into boredom mode.Sushi was cu
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His Son, Her Secret
In the grand church where her dreams are meant to come true, Belva Moguel’s world shatters in an instant. A damning video plays—Pascha Romanov, the man she’s about to marry, tangled in betrayal with her best friend. The vows remain unspoken, the promises broken before they even begin.
Heartbroken, Belva walks away from everything: the man she thought she knew, the family she cherished, and the perfect future she had once envisioned.
Five years passed. In San Francisco, Belva rebuilds her life from the rubble of the past, living peaceful days with the big secret she’s been hiding: a little boy the world has never known, let alone his father.
Yet, her fragile peace crumbles when destiny thrusts her back into the path of the man who once shattered her heart.
A ghost from her past who ignites chaos with a single, reckless night of passion. His intoxicating charm pulls her into a whirlwind she swore she’d never revisit, leaving her reeling from the thunderous echoes of her mistake.
Pascha is no longer the man she knew. He has turned into a cold, vengeful figure with a dark charm that shakes Belva's walls.
Amidst the chaos, Belva must face the fact that Pascha has another woman by his side, while she desperately protects the secret about their son.
As past and present collide, Belva is caught between love, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything. Can she hold on to the world she has built, or must she give up everything, once again?
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Chapter: MINEThey say a kid won’t remember their fifth birthday.Clearly, they never met Max Romanov.The mansion tucked between the pine forests was barely visible from the entrance road now, thanks to the absolutely ridiculous amount of decorations. Silver robot-shaped helium balloons, neon lights, and a giant sign at the edge of the lawn that screamed, “MAXIMUS PRIME TURNS 5.”I planned all of it. Hired a Moscow decor crew that usually handled oligarch weddings. Even had my team build a small stage with hidden speakers directly synced to Max’s personal playlist.Because today....today was about him.My son. And I wasn’t half-assing it.Naturally, Max was far too busy chasing after two kittens, one gray, one orange, that he’d just received from Igor, who declared them “a personal gift from my Siberian cabin.”He named them Luna and Zuko, and was now desperately trying to get them into miniature capes and onto the driver’s seat of his toy car.“Come on, Zuko! You be the driver! LUNA, YOU'RE HIS B
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Chapter: THE END : coffee, dictatorship, and youPascha.The pine trees outside the window swayed gently as the northern wind swept through their tops. The cries of winter gulls echoed faintly from the valley below, mingling with the creaking of hard-packed snow on the wooden rooftop.Or… mansion, as Belva would call it. But I still think that’s pretentious. It’s just a house. A house with a private sauna, a helipad, and a secret elevator to the basement, sure—but still just a house.I sat in my favorite leather chair, Max’s pick, staring at a projected P&L report on my tablet. The numbers were not pretty. But they were less infuriating than the fact that my father, Alexandr Romanov, had just handed over full control of Romanov International to me… and then jetted off on a second honeymoon to the Faroe Islands.“Perfect timing,” he said in that granite-carved voice of his.Translation: it’s time I stop being “the troublesome second son” and start acting like the head of the family.Unfortunately, he was right. Even more unfortunatel
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Chapter: CCLXI : what i never said in time“I... want to see Mikaela.”He just shifted slightly, turning to face me completely, one brow arched. “The nurse said her contractions came back briefly last night.”“Exactly,” I murmured, swallowing the weight that suddenly thickened in my chest. “I need to see her.”“You feel guilty.”“She was taken because of me. Dragged into Ben’s chaos because of me. And she almost lost her baby because of... everything.” I stood, smoothing down the sweater I’d been wearing since morning.“Bee.” He chuckled under his breath. “You don’t have to pay for other people’s wounds with your own body.”I looked at him, sharp. “If I don’t try to calm her, who else will? She’s been used by Ben for so long. Threatened. Silenced. Manipulated. So don’t tell me I don’t owe her anything.”Pascha lifted one corner of his mouth. “You know… I bought them an island.”I blinked. “What?”“A private island,” he said casually. “For Ronan and Mikaela. A wedding gift... or a ‘hey, you almost died twice this year’ kind of
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Chapter: CCLX : May God Strengthen YouThe first thing I saw when the door opened was Max, standing on a little step stool beside the bed, spoon-feeding porridge to Pascha with an expression so serious, you’d think he was taming a tiger that might bite at any second.“Daddy, stop faking,” Max commanded. “It’s good. Chew. I see your right molar’s still not doing any work.”Pascha groaned and opened his mouth, chewing with the dramatic expression of a war martyr. “Tastes like prison food…”“You’ve never been to prison,” Max cut in without mercy. “So don’t lie.”I bit back a laugh and stepped inside. But before I could say anything, my attention was drawn to the far corner of the room, where Mischa was standing with her hands on her hips, nose-to-nose with her mother.Tatiana, hair swept into a pristine updo and dressed in a pastel spring ensemble that looked more runway than recovery room, was staring at her daughter with a mix of frustration and confusion.“I only said maybe you could consider going back to summer ballet,”
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Chapter: CCLIX : Men Who TryI slipped back into Pascha’s room after making sure Mischa and Max were fed and half-asleep from the tiny war they’d waged in the lounge with Clara.Pascha was already curled up in bed like a lazy burrito, the hospital blanket tucked up to his chin. His eyes narrowed the second he saw me standing in the doorway with a cup of tea in hand.“Bee,” he groaned, raspy, and dripping with manipulative drama. “I think… I’m going to die tonight.”I raised an eyebrow. “You had porridge, soup, and you’ve been complaining every two hours. That doesn’t qualify as ‘near death.’”He sighed dramatically, then shifted slightly to face me. In a whisper that was equal parts theatrical and pathetic, he said, “I need… my wife’s touch to fall asleep in peace.”I snorted, setting the tea down on the side table. “Your wife’s touch, or Max’s cookie stash in the left drawer?”He gave a crooked smile, half mischief, half something I could never quite read. “Both.”I laughed quietly and sat down on the edge of hi
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Chapter: CCLVIII : slow-motion heroes This room… was far too big to be called a hospital room. The ceiling stretched high above us, the glass windows opened onto a private garden, and the sheer white curtains fluttered gently in the breeze from a near-silent ventilation system. The walls didn’t look anything like a hospital’s, they looked more like a five-star hotel suite.And all of it… was because of one name.Romanov.The hospital director greeted us last night with a smile so tight, I was convinced he iced his face the moment we left. Within five minutes, the entire upper wing of the hospital was cleared and sanitized. Nurses were switched out. Two specialists were called in at four in the afternoon.All because Alexandr Romanov said, “My son will be here.”Now, that son was sitting up in bed like a spoiled patient who’d watched too much daytime TV.Pascha was wearing a loose white t-shirt and joggers, a blanket draped over his lap. A tray of hospital chicken porridge sat on a movable table across his bed.“Who made t
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My Sister's Fiance
On the night of my sister’s engagement party, my life officially crashes. Again.
All because of one name on the invitation.
Zachary de Sanctis.
My sister’s fiancé. Fiona.
My ex, the guy I punched in the face five years ago.
Heir to the richest old-money family in Europe.
And one tiny detail only God and I know: he’s the father of my twins.
For the past five years, I’ve been hiding out in a little town in Oregon, working as the CEO of a IT firm while chasing two four-year-olds who look more like their father than me.
Isaac and Isabella: two mini De Sanctis clones with the last name Gómez, razor-sharp mouths, brains that run too fast, and a talent for causing trouble exactly when I need peace.
My family knows I came home pregnant and alone. They just never asked who the father is, and I never offered an answer. As far as they’re concerned, I’m still Arabella Gómez, the wild one who lost her way.
I thought going to Fiona’s engagement party would just mean a few hours of fake laughing, then a quiet drive back to my glass-walled house in Oregon and two sets of blue eyes calling me Mommy.
Until Zach walks into my parents’ living room holding Fiona’s hand… and his gaze stays on my face a little too long.
He can’t find out about Isaac and Isabella.
Fiona can’t find out her perfect fiancé was mine first.
And my family can’t know what really happened five years ago.
Hiding a scandal between two rich dynasties is one thing.
Hiding two chaotic twins who are basically their father’s face copy-pasted? That’s the real nightmare.
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Chapter: Inherited TroubleTwo in the afternoon in Oregon is always the color of a depressed rich person.Gray sky. Thin rain. Low fog threading through the pines. My glass house sits on top of the hill like a woman too beautiful to be honest, and usually that view is enough to make my head stop throwing glasses at the wall. Usually.I had barely parked before my eyes narrowed.There was a white G-Wagon too clean for a normal life, and a black Range Rover that always parked crooked like painted lines weren’t the law.My hand was still a little tight when I reached for my bag. The imprint from earlier on the steering wheel hadn’t fully faded yet. I shut the car door, walked fast to the porch, and the second the front door opened, the house hit me with sound.The twins screaming.Women laughing.A pan sizzling.Someone saying, “No, you cannot quote me on that,” in a tone that was obviously a lie.I stopped in the foyer.The family room was full of motion.Bianna was asleep on the big gray sofa by the window, half
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Chapter: The Price of Walking AwayI couldn’t answer. It felt like my tongue had frozen too.“Do you know what private infrastructure clients hear when a vendor walks out in the middle of a transition?” He paused for half a second. “Not that pretty woman is stressed. They hear unstable. Under-capitalized. Not ready for scale.”My breathing shifted.“Two calls to the bank backing your operating line,” he said, “one disclosure to the insurer, one rumor wrapped in legal language, and your little Seattle expansion dies before the logo even makes it onto the glass.”I bit the inside of my cheek until the taste of iron rose on my tongue. “So this,” I said finally, “isn’t just you buying your way back into my life. You also checked my financials like a stalker.”“Due diligence.” His eyes never left my face.I wanted to laugh. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to smash my work bag into his head.Instead, I lifted my chin. “You think this scares me?”“No.” He held my gaze a few seconds too long. “I think it makes you stop lying to
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Chapter: One Slap Below GroundTwo syllables. One nod. Then Zach turned his attention back to the deck on the screen as if I hadn’t just looked straight at the face of the man who had once wrecked my life and who was now, somehow, sitting at the end of my conference table with legal rights over the biggest project of my career.Cute.Ethan started talking again. Claire added something about documentation controls. Tania took notes. Arun shifted his laptop a little. Someone walked past in the hallway. The AC hummed softly.Every sound was normal.I hated normal sounds.I waited until Ethan finished wrapping up the session with some cheap corporate line about alignment and next steps, then stood before anyone could say thank you for your time.“My team will send the follow-up before five,” I said, voice steady, my hand already locking around my tablet. “Claire, I want the final escalation tree. Ethan, I want an owner list that wasn’t produced in meditation. Clear. Usable.”“Of course,” Ethan said, still wearing the s
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Chapter: Assessment First, Breakdown LaterEthan, a man seemingly assembled from spreadsheets and bad intentions, straightened on the screen. “Since we’re all here,” he said, his CFO smile as slick as a marble tabletop, “let me do this properly.”I reached for the bottle of mineral water in front of me. The glass was cold against my fingers. I needed something cold before my old instincts told me to throw a stylus at someone’s forehead.“Arabella,” Ethan went on, “this is Zachary de Sanctis. Principal behind the acquisition, chairman and controlling owner of Casa de Sanctis.”Zach had already pulled out the chair at the end of the table.He sat down like this room had belonged to him back when the building was still concrete and debt. His dark suit was immaculate without looking stiff. The watch at his wrist flashed once when he set one hand on the table. His expression was flat, almost bored.“Casa de Sanctis,” Ethan added, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the room, “is the parent entity managing this acquisition.
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Chapter: One Thin LineThe meeting settled into the kind of rhythm I liked. The part where the people across the table started realizing I wasn’t here to look competent. I was here to pry open everything they’d shoved under the rug, behind folders, and inside filenames that started with final_v2_real_final.They gave us additional access slots. Claire promised the final escalation tree before noon. Ethan said the cleaned-up owner list would be in within the hour. I told him cleaned up sounded ambiguous, and I hated ambiguous before lunch.“What if the service-account lineage slips?” I asked.Ethan laced his fingers together. “We’ll do our best to make sure it doesn’t.”“I prefer answers that sound more like commitments.”“Are you always like this?”“I get paid too well to be worse than this.”Tania turned slightly toward me, pleased.I knew that look.That was Tania’s face when she thought her boss was being pretty and a little poisonous. She liked both.For a few minutes, the meeting felt almost easy.Almos
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Chapter: KickoffMornings in Oregon always started with rain that sounded polite.Not Latin rain, the kind that came down like it was here to contest a will. The rain here tapped softly against the huge kitchen windows, like it was asking permission first.I was already at the stove before the sun had fully woken up, flipping arepas and occasionally glancing at the laptop open on the island. My Northlake inbox was full, as usual. Claire had sent the final agenda. Ethan had sent a revised attendee list. Tania had sent three messages, all with the same energy:(Boss, please don’t kill anyone if they ask for a scope change at the start of the meeting.)I poured eggs into the pan, took a sip of coffee, and looked around my kitchen, which, for once, actually felt like home again.Not a bunker.Not a guard post.Home.Bianna came down first, still wearing an oversized gray zip-up hoodie with sunglasses pushed up on her head. She yawned, opened the fridge, and pulled out Greek yogurt like it was one of her co
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Only the Second Best
I was born just one minute after Tiara, but the world treated that one minute as if it lasted a lifetime.
She was the star. I was the shadow.
She was flawless. I was the afterthought.
She was loved. I was forgotten.
Even by Reagan de Russo, heir to the wealthiest family in the country and the man I had secretly loved for the past ten years.
But to him, there was only Tiara.
And when he proposed to her, I knew my quiet little dream had finally died.
Until that day came.
The day Tiara left him at the altar.
The day the world stopped turning for just a second.
The day the man who had never even glanced my way, turned to me and asked me to take her place.
I knew what I was.
An escape. A damage control. A backup plan.
And I... I was too tired of being strong.
So I said yes.
We married. Without love. Without a future.
Just a one-year contract and a life of make-believe in front of flashing cameras and watching eyes.
But the longer I stayed by his side, the harder it became to tell what was real and what was just part of the performance.
Because for the first time... Reagan saw me.
But can love truly grow from the ruins of lies, old wounds, and the shadow of a woman who’s always been his first choice?
Or will I always be… only the second best?
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Chapter: I Married Power, I Miss KindnessThe car cruised slowly down the winding roads of Rancho San Marino Alta, city lights beginning to flicker like scattered jewels across the Los Angeles skyline. Inside the black sedan, meant to be quiet and cool, the air had started to heat up, and not in a good way.“I still can’t believe they said that about Tiara,” I muttered, arms crossed over my chest, eyes locked on the road beyond the window. “In front of strangers, no less.”Reagan, sitting calmly in the passenger seat, lifted a brow. “You’re not a stranger, Tara. You’re my wife.”I turned sharply toward him. “That’s crap. They treated me like some marketable replacement. Like just because I haven’t burned down a kitchen, I’m somehow the better prize.”“Aren’t you?” he replied smoothly. “You’re more stable. More composed. Less dangerous.”I shifted my body to face him fully. “And that makes me more deserving?”He didn’t answer. His gaze stayed fixed on the window, his jaw tightening like he was holding something back.“I know y
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Chapter: the girl in the borrowed placeThe De Russo estate sat at the highest point of Rancho San Marino Alta, a hidden enclave tucked into the hills of Pacific Heights. A place so private it didn’t show up on Google Maps unless you had the right kind of access.My fingers clutched a small satin clutch too tightly. My breath had been shallow ever since we passed the iron gates engraved with the De Russo crest in bronze.“Relax,” Reagan said beside me.I turned to him. “I am relax.”“If you squeeze that bag any harder, you’re going to tear the leather.”I exhaled. “I’m just not used to having dinner with people who watched me ‘replace the bride’ three days ago.”He gave me a sideways glance. “Don’t worry about that. They’ll pretend it never happened. Families like ours are experts at that.”The car slowed to a stop in front of what, if i'm being honest, was not a house. It was a palace. Spanish contemporary style, wide terrace facing south, lined with reflecting pools and bonsai gardens that were far too symmetrical to have
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Chapter: a marriage of mirrorsNight had completely fallen by the time I arrived at the De Russo mansion.I came in through the front doors. The polished marble floor gleamed under the low lights. There wasn’t a sound, except for the soft ticking of the antique clock in the sitting room. The staff had probably already retreated to their quarters.I exhaled and took a deep breath, hoping the stillness of this place would calm the mess in my head after that dinner with Geraldo.But of course, I was hoping for too much."You finally came home."The voice came from down the hallway.Reagan was standing by the fireplace, which wasn’t lit. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark gray joggers, his hair a little tousled like he’d just showered. A phone was in his hand, and from the look on his face, he hadn’t exactly been waiting for me.I straightened my shoulders. "Don’t start."He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t respond to any of my texts. You took my car and didn’t say you were leaving it at your office
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Chapter: Was I the storm in your glass heart?The sun was already hanging low when I stepped out of the office.Reagan’s car was still there. That sleek black Aston Martin looked like some exotic animal in the wrong ecosystem. Flashy. Threatening. Out of place.I stared at it for a while before deciding to just leave it. Let Reagan deal with it.Geraldo was waiting by the curb. Leaning casually against his white SUV, wearing a light gray linen shirt with the top buttons undone and a pair of chinos. His slightly messy hair blew in the breeze, and that face, always glowing like sunshine, lit up the moment he saw me.“Hey, princesa,” Geraldo grinned, opening his arms like he always did.I fell into his hug before I could even say anything.Warm. Safe.Home.His embrace never felt like a palace built on chaos the way the De Russo world did. It wasn’t a grand performance. It was home. Simple. Honest. Real.He rubbed my back gently, then laughed quietly near my ear. “Rough day, huh?”I nodded into his shoulder. “Long. And heavy.”He ki
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Chapter: Panic EyesAfternoons at the office usually moved faster than this. It wasn’t the work. SketchUp and AutoCAD still demanded precision, the monitors glowed bright as always, and the steady footsteps from the engineering division down the hall echoed just like every other day.But there was a fog in my head. Heavy. Like waking up from a bad dream and not quite remembering it was just a dream.The studio I worked at sat in one of those small industrial buildings in Beverly Hills, exposed brick walls, monstera plants hanging from the ceiling, and long solid wood tables divided between architects, interior designers, and the creative team. It always smelled like espresso and freshly cut wood.I sat in my favorite corner, at the walnut desk by the window, with two monitors glowing in front of me. I had a beachfront residence project open for a client in Santa Barbara. But after an hour, all I’d done was stare at the blue lines on the screen.My hand reached for my phone. Again.Still no reply from Tia
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Chapter: Breakfast. Brunch.The morning air was already warming up as I came down the stairs, dressed in an oversized white button-up with the sleeves rolled and a pair of light brown trousers. My hair was half-up, my work bag slung over one shoulder. I wanted to leave. Fast.I needed space to breathe..and honestly, I needed to see a face that wasn’t the man who was now, technically, my husband.I stopped in my tracks when I saw Reagan standing by the front door, leaning casually against one of the marble columns with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’d already showered. His slightly damp hair gave it away and he wore a black sweater paired with tailored gray trousers.Way too handsome for such an infuriating morning.“Headed to work?” he asked.I shot him a blank stare and kept walking toward the door, but he didn’t move.He tilted his head slightly and raised his cup. “I’ll drive you.”I paused. Turned slowly. “What?”“You heard me.” He gave a lazy smile. “I’ll take you to work.”I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”“Bec
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