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2025-06-09 08:00:00Brayden stepped into the dimly lit villa, the soft creak of the door barely audible as he made his way inside.
The air was filled with the scent of fresh lavender, something Penelope must have picked up while trying to make herself comfortable. His gaze swept across the cozy yet simple interior, his sharp eyes immediately landing on her.She was curled up on the couch, a book resting on her lap, but she wasn’t reading. She was staring out the window, lost in thought. The dim light cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the weariness in her features.He took a slow step forward, clearing his throat to announce his presence.Penelope flinched slightly before turning to face him, her hazel eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”Brayden exhaled slowly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came to apologize.”A humorless laugh escaped her lips as she stood. “Apologize?” she repeated, crossing her arms. “After everything you did? Afte
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Brayden gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched so hard it felt like it might snap. His patience was razor-thin, and the rage bubbling in his chest was barely restrained as he sped toward the location Inez had sent him. He was always a step ahead, always the one orchestrating the game, and yet tonight, he had been played.Darla had escaped. And she had done it right under his nose.His fingers twitched with the need to break something, but he forced himself to remain composed. He still had one more card left to play.As he pulled up to the dimly lit warehouse, Inez and his men were already waiting, their faces tense. Brayden stepped out of the car, his cold gaze sweeping over the group before landing on Inez.“Where is she?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge that made even the most fearless men uneasy.Inez hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Boss, there’s a situation.”Brayden’s eyes darkened. “Explain.”One o
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Brayden stepped into the dimly lit villa, the soft creak of the door barely audible as he made his way inside. The air was filled with the scent of fresh lavender, something Penelope must have picked up while trying to make herself comfortable. His gaze swept across the cozy yet simple interior, his sharp eyes immediately landing on her.She was curled up on the couch, a book resting on her lap, but she wasn’t reading. She was staring out the window, lost in thought. The dim light cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the weariness in her features.He took a slow step forward, clearing his throat to announce his presence.Penelope flinched slightly before turning to face him, her hazel eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”Brayden exhaled slowly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came to apologize.”A humorless laugh escaped her lips as she stood. “Apologize?” she repeated, crossing her arms. “After everything you did? Afte
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Darla’s breath was shallow, her pulse hammering as she stood in the dimly lit study. The weight of Brayden’s stare pressed down on her, suffocating and unyielding. The man before her wasn’t the Brayden she had seduced, the man she had wrapped around her little finger in the past. No, this man was a different beast entirely—a predator who had caught the scent of a rat.Her mind raced for a way out. Lies, excuses—something to get her out of this mess. She forced a shaky smile, masking the panic rising in her chest. “I already told you, Brayden. I just needed some air. I went out for a walk. I was feeling really suffocated even though the A/c was on, so I went out for a walk to help calm my nerves.”Brayden didn’t blink. Didn’t move. The silence stretched so long that the hairs on her arms stood on edge. Then, without warning, he skillfully brought out a knife from its sheath and he lunged at her— a movement she wasn’t expecting.The flash of silver caught Darla’s
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Haylee sat comfortably in the dimly lit study, swirling the wine in her glass as if she were simply there for casual conversation. But there was nothing casual about this meeting. Her eyes flickered toward Brayden, who sat across from her, his sharp gray gaze cold and unreadable.“You’re a man of your word, aren’t you, Giovanni?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement as she took a slow sip of her drink.Brayden didn’t react, merely resting an elbow on the arm of his chair as he watched her with an unsettling calmness.“Get to the point, Haylee.”She smiled, setting her glass down on the polished mahogany desk between them. “I held up my end of the deal,” she said smoothly. “I brought you the proof you needed—the names, the faces, the people who have been working against you, playing their little games behind your back.”Brayden remained silent, waiting.Haylee leaned forward slightly. “Now, it’s time for you to hold up yours.”Brayden tilted
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Penelope’s eyelids fluttered open, her body shivering against the cold, hard surface beneath her. A dull ache pulsed at the back of her skull, and her limbs felt heavy, lifeless. She inhaled sharply, only for a foul, musty scent to fill her nostrils. The air was thick with sweat, damp wood, and something metallic—blood?Her vision was blurry, her head pounding as she struggled to sit up.Where am I? What the hell happened? Where is this place? She couldn’t help but bombarded herself with different unanswered questions.Her throat burned as if she hadn’t had water in days. Her fingers curled against the grimy floor, and as she shifted, she felt the coarse fabric of torn clothes against her skin.Her breath hitched.She looked down at herself, horror creeping up her spine.Her dress was ripped in places, her arms bruised, her once-perfect curls a tangled mess. She looked like she had been dragged through hell.Her heart raced violently.“What
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The moment Penelope stepped out of Brayden’s office, her stomach twisted violently.Her hands trembled as she clutched the edges of her dress, trying to steady herself, but the humiliation, the unbearable sting of betrayal, wrapped around her like a suffocating noose.She barely made it down the hall before her body betrayed her.A sharp wave of nausea hit her, and without thinking, she rushed to her room, flinging the door shut behind her.The moment she was inside, she collapsed onto her knees, her body heaving as she emptied her stomach.She had never felt so disgusted, so humiliated.Her stomach clenched, but it wasn’t just from nausea—it was the pain.The raw, bitter ache of seeing Brayden look through her like she was nothing while he f**ked Darla in her face.She clutched the sink, her fingers gripping it tightly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.Her red-rimmed eyes, the way her lips trembled, the sheer vulnerability on her fac
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