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Julia~He was going to actually kill her.The cold, unhurried look in his eyes said it all. Ryan wasn’t threatening her. He was hunting her.Julia’s heart jackhammered in her chest as she clutched her bleeding side, staggering backward. She didn’t even think, she spun and ran, naked and barefooted. Droplets of blood seeping through her fingers, staining the marble floor. However, just before a few steps forward, the deadly hiss of a silent pistol came again. Pfft!Pain exploded in her right shoulder, so sharp her knees almost buckled. She screamed, stumbling forward, her bleeding fingers scraping the surface of the couch, landing on her purse.“Keep running, Julia,” Ryan’s voice was calm, almost teasing. “It’s cute when you think you can actually get away.”Gripping her purse tight as if to anchor her, she continued forward, her breath came in short, ragged bursts. The world tilted, her vision swaying, but she refused to stop. She had to reach the door. She had to live.“Please—Ryan
Trigger alert: this chapter is on the darker side. Please, read with caution. Julia~ Inside the shower, not just the water was running, lewd sound and groans were too. From the shower, they brought their tangled body to the bedroom, and then, back to the living room. The whole night was spent fucking, like wolves on heat. Ryan's back was filled with crosscross lines from Julia's nails, and Julia's body was no better. After what seemed like hours, when they looked like they'd exhausted all the stamina they had, they collapsed in a heap on the rug. He brushed her birdnest hair away from her face and commented. “You are the best woman I’ve ever had,” he said. “I don't think I'll ever get used to your absence.” “Then, don't discard me. I can always serve you.” He sighed and pushed himself off the ground, heading towards the mini bar. “With how dumb you are, having you around will only ruin things.” Her stomach turned cold. “Ryan?” He picked up a glass of whiskey, took a si
Julia~Unlike the previous times she was dragged on the internet, this time was worse.The second her flight arrived in Greenville airport, hundreds of angry anti-fans were already waiting.She didn’t think they’d be this enraged to come out this time, even though she deliberately waited until night to sneak into the city. At the sight of her approaching the airport gate, placards and slogans rose into the air like hunting flags.“The thief is here!”“Rot in prison, Julia, that's where you belong!”“Whore!”“Adele is the real designer! You are a fraud!”“You don’t deserve a place in any industry!”“Julia, go die!”It was chaos. Pure chaos. Eggs were already hitting her, white powered substance, liquid from bottles thrown at her – her hair, her dress. In mere minutes, she looked ready to be baked. Airport security swung into action, not because they cared about Julia, but because if something untold happened to her, the airport would suffer damage, so they formed a human barricade ar
Adele~ We arrive at one of Detroit's properties in the peninsula, just as the sky shifts into a soft muted purple. The air feels different here – quiet… private… untouched. Elias and Gaya bid us farewell before driving off. Detroit didn't allow me to look around, as he pulled out a tie from his pocket and blindfolded me. “Detroit—” “Shh,” he murmured against my ear. “I want your first sight inside to belong only to the moment. No spoilers.” He guided me carefully, his hand warm and firm against my lower back as we walked inside. My heels clicked lightly against the polished floor, the scent of sandalwood and warm smoke filling the air the deeper we went. Then came the sound of the door opening and closing. We continued walking until we stopped. The blindfold came off … and before my vision even fully adjusted, his lips brushed the top of my ear. “Congratulations.” “Did I win a lottery?” I smiled, trying to adjust my eyesight. “You're half-way done with your revenge,” he w
Adele~Just as we walked out of the venue, I froze in my steps. Ahead of me was the love of my life, stepping out of his sedan. My stomach flipped, butterflies swimming. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks but it felt like eternity.He didn’t speak, just opened his arms.My heart melted. I didn’t even think twice, I ran straight into him, into the warmth, the scent I’ve missed, the arms that felt like home. Detroit wrapped me up instantly, lifting me slightly off the ground as his lips pressed into my hair.A few people were pouring out from the back door just like us, to avoid the sea of cameras. That stood there watching us, but neither Detroit nor I cared. I wanted to melt into him. “Cinnamon…” he breathed like he’d been holding his breath for days. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”“Cinnamon?” I blink at him through my lashes, slightly flushed. When did he start calling me that? He smirks against my hair. “Spicy and sweet… addictive… and my favorite flavor.” His hand
Ethan watched the live show, saw how once again, Julia had made a fool of herself, and clenched his fist so tight his small knuckles cracked.“She’s a thief too?” he whispered, feeling a bitterness in his chest. He bit his lip, grabbed his phone, and began going through the few contacts he had. Just as he was about to dial a number, he paused, glancing around the living room.There they were—his caregivers and bodyguards. He gripped his phone tighter. He wanted to make a call but was afraid they’d know he was in contact with his father.He knew what to do, so he stood up, made an excuse that he wanted to use the toilet, and climbed the stairs. As he did, one of the guards shadowed him.Ethan didn’t object. It had always been like this.For the past three months, he’d been watched like a fragile antique dish that might shatter if left alone for one second. Every time he moved, someone followed him. Every time he blinked, someone was already anticipating his next breath. If he coughed,







