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CHAPTER 75ROSE’S POV“Hold on—you run that blog?” Karen’s eyes went wide.Danny’s jaw dropped. “Have mercy, woman. One bomb after the other, you're gonna give us a heart attack!”I chuckled. “Sorry,” I said, then turned to Karen. “Yes, I own the blog. I'm pretty sure that’s what I just said.”Danny gave a low whistle. “Damn. That thing’s everywhere. People are terrified.”“Good.” I stretched out on the couch, smirking. “They should be.”Karen still looked like she was processing. “You’re telling me you’re the one behind all those anonymous exposés? The politicians, the business tycoons, the models? That’s you?”“Do you need to get your ears checked?” I asked, laughing.Danny shook his head, half in awe. “Jesus. And here I was thinking you were just stress-baking when you got bored.”“Please. That blog is my therapy,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Besides, people deserve the truth.”Karen’s jaw dropped again. “Rose, you’ve been exposing criminals. Powerful criminals.”“And?” I said, compl
CHAPTER 74ROSE’S POVI froze.One. Two. Three. Loud, sharp cracks splitting through the night.People’s screams pierced through the air as they scurried around like rabbits; cars came to a screeching halt to avoid accidents, but in a situation like this. It can't be avoided. Another shot rang in the air, and my heart skipped again before slamming against my ribs like it was ready to run for dear life. Where was it coming from?Instinct kicked in, and I ducked behind a parked car, my breath shallow.Another shot rang, closer this time. And I had this gut-wrenching feeling hit me heavily.Shit. Was I the target? Or was this just some random attack? It sure as hell didn't sound like one. Slowly, carefully, I peeked around the edge, and amid the chaos, I picked out a man. He was running, just like every other person, but the difference was that he held a gun, and he looked like he was heading towards my direction. My breath caught in my throat as the man stopped at the place I'd bee
CHAPTER 73NARRATORThe room was dim, heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and lingering smoke. Power clung to the air, thick and unmoving, but for the man at the window, it still wasn’t enough. Not yet.He slowly traced the rim of his glass, eyes locked on the city stretching out beyond the glass, distant but familiar.That skyline belonged to Sterling Corp. Damien Sterling’s empire.The empire that should have been his.He let out a slow breath, his grip tightening around the glass.Soon.“Everything will be mine,” he said quietly. “I’ve waited long enough.”Across from him, another figure sat just outside the reach of light, legs crossed, watching him with quiet attention.It wasn’t Adrian Moreau. Adrian served a purpose, but his lack of discipline made him a liability. And this plan needed more than brute hate. It needed precision, the kind Adrian didn’t possess.“You’re obsessed,” the figure said, sipping calmly from his glas. “Damien doesn’t even know you exist.”“Exactly,” he s
CHAPTER 72NARRATORThe office was silent, almost too quiet to feel natural.Adrian Moreau stood by the window of his penthouse office, overlooking the city far below. The skyline glittered across the glass, but his reflection stared back at him—motionless, cold, unreadable.His fingers tapped a slow, calculated rhythm against the armrest, only stopping when the door creaked open.The spy stepped in hesitantly, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor.She was nervous, the kind of quiet fear that clung to her every step. As she should be, standing in front of Adrian Moreau.Adrian turned slowly, his blue eyes ice-cold. “You have exactly five seconds to explain how the fuck Sterling Corp recovered.”She swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. "Mr. Moreau, I—""One."She froze in place, eyes wide."Two.""Sir, please—""Three." His voice was calm, but there was something lethal in the way he stared at her. "I don’t like repeating myself."She let out a shaky breath, clutching he
CHAPTER 71ROSE’S POVI was still trembling when Damien flipped me onto my back, his body heavy and cock already hard again, pinning me beneath him like I belonged there.My breath hitched, nerves and heat mixing. “Damien—”His hand slid slowly up my throat, tilting my chin until I met his gaze. His thumb brushed over my lip, slow and possessive, eyes locked on mine, dark with heat.“You’re still hungry for it,” he murmured, voice like a promise. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”I nodded, throat tight, heat crawling through me as I swallowed around the ache building low."Open."I obeyed instantly, lips parting under his thumb as my breath caught in anticipation.Spit.Warm spit landed slowly on my tongue, and I whimpered, thighs clenching around the burn it lit inside me."Swallow."I did. I swallowed slowly, my eyes never leaving his, the taste still warm on my tongue.“Good girl,” he breathed, voice husky and full of filthy praise that made my whole body clench.His mouth crashed into min
CHAPTER 70ROSE’S POVI woke up aching, a deep, pulsing throb between my legs.It was the kind of ache that curled low in my belly, deep and hot, impossible to ignore as it bloomed stronger by the second.Heat crawled across my skin, each brush of the sheets too much, every nerve twitching with need.Fucking ovulation. My body was begging for him.For Damien, who was right there, sprawled beside me. One heavy arm resting across my waist, his skin radiating heat against mine, his breath deep and slow.I watched him breathe, my chest lifting in sync with his, caught in the slow rhythm of his sleep. Even when asleep, tension clung to his face, his jaw tight, faint shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes.But God, he was beautiful.And I needed him. Now. My body was already moving before I could stop it.I carefully slipped out from under his arm, heart pounding, thighs clenching at the warmth he left behind.His shorts clung low on his hips, tempting and in the way. They had to go.I