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Chapter 7
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2026-09-30 05:37:30
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Blackjack Chapter 7
BEAUTIFUL DANGER♠️ISABELLAFunny how people often assumed power was loud.That it came with raised voices, slammed fists and unnecessary displays of dominance.But that was power.Power is quiet. Deadly. Precise.It was never having to prove yourself to anyone, but at the same time commanding respect.Power is money. Connections.It is walking into a room knowing every pair of eyes would follow automatically. While some would stare in admiration, others would stare with hate or jealousy.The elevator doors slid open on the top floor of my company. I was immediately greeted by my staffs as I walked along the hallway. A gigantic picture of myself hung on the wall as I walked past it, heading straight into my office with my assistant, Diane trying to catch up with me.Now before you ask why I’m still at work by this time; well for starters, we have a deadline to meet for our new catalogue, and with fashion week coming up in the next one month, time isn’t on our side. Also, yes, I do p
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♣️72 HOURS DANIEL. The rich scent of her perfume lingered even after she was gone. For reasons I couldn't explain, I found myself staring at the garage entrance long after the glass door had swung shut. The afternoon sun poured through the windows, illuminating tiny flecks of dust floating lazily through the air, but my mind was nowhere near the engines waiting to be repaired. It was still trying to catch up with whatever had just happened. "You gonna keep staring at the door or what?" Seb's voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked before looking over my shoulder. He was standing with his arms folded across his broad chest, a grin stretched so wide across his face that it looked painful. "What?" "What?" He laughed. "Brother, you just got propositioned by a woman who showed up looking like she walked out of a billionaire magazine cover." "It wasn't a proposition. And why on earth were you eavesdropping?" "Oh?" Seb cocked an eyeb
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♣️ HOOK LINE AND SINKER ISABELLA.I stroll in casually into the garage, having driven here all on my own cause I needed to see where he worked, and maybe see his face again. So imagine my surprise- and disappointment when I see that he is not alone- there’s a girl there with him, and another guy who looks to be about his age, but shorter and bulky. But the girl…I’m interrupted from my thoughts when someone clears their throat, calling my attention.“Miss, a bit of a surprise seeing you here. Need a fix? Is the car acting up again?” Daniel asks, now fully facing me. He has that cool air that reverbrates around him that I just can’t describe- it’s pissing me off, but intriguing at the same time.“Not at all. I’m only here because I feel indebted to you. So it’s only natural that I give you what you had rejected earlier on”. I say, pulling out a wad of cash from my purse.In all honesty, I wasn’t here to give him the money- though I would if he eventually takes it- I want to test hi
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♣️ Dystopian Feelings.Something is wrong with me.If there was one thing I disliked more than inefficiency, it was unpredictability.And yet, I found myself arriving at brunch ten minutes early.I never arrived early.I stepped out of the car, handing my keys to the valet without a second glance before walking into the restaurant.It was one of Sofia’s favorites. Minimalist, expensive, and filled with people who pretended not to stare while doing exactly that.I didn’t notice them.I was still thinking about him.That in itself was a problem.“Isabella.”I looked up.Sofia was already seated, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine in hand despite the time of day.Her red hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching the light like fire. She looked effortless, composed, dangerous in a way that matched me but expressed itself differently.Where I was quiet—Sofia was not.“You’re late,” she said, raising a brow.“I’m early.”She checked her watch.Th
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The Woman They Fear♣️♣️ ISABELLA'S POVI don’t sleep much.Not because I can’t.Because I don’t need to.The city stretched beneath me in a quiet glow, California alive even in the early hours of the morning. Lights flickered in the distance, cars moving like slow streams of gold across the highway. From up here, everything looked small.Manageable.I lifted the glass to my lips, taking a slow sip of red wine as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom.White silk brushed against my skin, my robe loosely tied, barely clinging to my frame. The air was cool, but I didn’t feel it. I rarely felt anything I didn’t choose to.My phone buzzed against the glass table behind me.I didn’t turn immediately.I already knew who it was.It rang again.Persistent.I sighed softly, placing the wine down before walking over, picking it up on the third ring.“Uncle.”“You didn’t call.”Straight to the point.Always.I moved back toward the window, resting my hip lightl
Blackjack Chapter 2
The Woman He Built 🖤♣️ The tarp lifted, and the world returned in a flood of light.Isabella blinked once, adjusting, her pupils shrinking against the brightness. The man standing over her did not move like the others. He did not startle. He did not shout.He simply looked.Mateo Reyes.She recognized him immediately. Not because she had seen him often, but because she had been trained to remember faces that mattered. Her father had shown her photographs once. Not with affection, but with purpose.“If anything ever happens, you find him.”Now she had.Mateo’s gaze was steady, heavy, assessing. His face carried the same bones as her father’s, but age and experience had carved deeper lines into it. Where her father had looked controlled, Mateo looked hardened. Less restrained. More dangerous.“You got on my boat,” he said.His tone was not angry. It was factual.Isabella pushed herself up from beneath the tarp, dust clinging to her dress. She stood in front of him, small
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🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.”Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar.Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, he
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