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The Gala Showdown
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2026-10-06 05:04:42
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Bound To My Rival's Womb A Direct Line
Julian povBy two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain against the office windows had slowed to asteady drizzle.The three-way tension between Ares, Christian, and me hadn't vanished, but at least wehad established a thin layer of order. Christian spent the rest of the morning at his deskin the outer hallway, quietly making phone calls to port directors in Hamburg. Ares saton the office sofa with his laptop open, occasionally glancing toward the glass doorwhenever a shadow passed by outside.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck where a small knot of fatiguehad settled.Ares set his screen down immediately, stepping over to my desk. He picked up the glassof warm water Christian had refilled an hour ago, set it aside without a word, andreplaced it with a fresh mug of tea he had made himself in the small executive kitchen."You've been staring at those shipping manifests for three hours," Ares said, his voicequiet as he leaned against the corner of
Bound To My Rival's Womb The First Line
Friday morning arrived with an uncomfortable chill in the air. Christian Vance officially started his first day on trial as my executive liaison. By nine o'clock, he had already organized the entire backlog of European port documents that Harrison had left behind, placing them neatly on my desk before I even sat down. He moved around the office with a smooth, silent grace that was almost unnerving. Unlike Harrison, who always looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, Christian seemed entirely relaxed, as if he owned half the floor himself. Ares was sitting in his usual spot on the sofa near the window, his laptop open on his knees. He hadn't said a single word since Christian walked into the suite twenty minutes ago, but the cold aura coming off him filled every inch of the room. "I updated the daily schedule, Julian," Christian said, standing across from my desk with a steaming mug of black coffee in his hand. He placed a clean white sheet on my desk. "I
Bound To My Rival's Womb A New Face in the Room
The executive floor was quieter than usual. With Harrison gone and federal charges pending against Damon, the sharp, constant panic that used to hang in the hallways had cleared out. Miller stood near the main counter, holding a thin blue folder with the three shortlisted candidates for my new executive assistant. Ares stood right beside my desk, wearing a dark blue suit, scanning the background checks on his tablet. "All three passed secondary screening," Ares said, his voice level and steady. "No ties to Damon, no offshore bank accounts, and no connection to any competitor trying to undercut our shipping rates." "Good," I replied, sitting back in my chair and taking a small sip of warm water. "I don't want another mole in my hall." "You won't get one," Ares said smoothly, setting his tablet on the desk. "I personally verified their family records." Before I could reply, a light tap sounded at the open office door. Miller stepped inside, followed by a tall
Bound To My Rival's Womb The Routine Checkup
Dr. Miller arrived at the estate precisely at noon. She walked into the bright living room carrying her small medical bag, looking as professional and unbothered as ever. Her presence was always a grounding reminder that beyond the high-stakes boardrooms and legal battles, there was a tiny, growing life that needed quiet care. Ares stood by the edge of the sofa as Dr. Miller set her equipment down on the low table. He hadn't left my side all morning, his dark eyes watching her every move with a quiet, sharp focus that made the doctor chuckle softly under her breath. "You can relax, Mr. Sterling," Dr. Miller said, pulling out a small blood pressure cuff. "I am only here to run a routine check. I promise not to hurt your partner." "I am perfectly relaxed," Ares replied smoothly, though he didn't step back an inch. "He is not relaxed," I corrected, leaning back against the sofa cushions and rolling up my left sleeve. "He has been staring at the clock every ten min
Bound To My Rival's Womb The Weight of Peace
The morning sun washed through the tall windows of the estate bedroom in a quiet, pale gold light. I woke up late, well past nine o'clock, resting on my side under the thick duvet. My body felt surprisingly heavy, but for the first time in months, it wasn't the bitter weight of anxiety or bone-deep exhaustion. The persistent ache in my lower back had eased into a mild, dull thrum, and my stomach felt entirely calm. I turned my head slowly across the pillow. Ares was sitting in the armchair near the corner of the room, his long legs crossed, dressed in a soft grey sweater and dark trousers. He had a stack of legal documents resting on his lap, but his tablet was sitting dark on the small side table. The moment my eyes opened, his gaze shifted from the papers straight to my face. "How are you feeling?" Ares asked, setting the folder aside and standing up to walk over to the edge of the bed. "Rested," I answered, my voice still raspy from sleep as I pushed mysel
Bound To My Rival's Womb The Midnight Buyout
By eight o'clock on Friday morning, I walked through the double doors of Vane Corp tower with my head held high. On the surface, I looked completely in control. My tailored navy suit fit perfectly, my hair was neatly styled, and my expression remained cool and unbothered. Nobody in the lobby could have guessed that I had spent the night awake at the estate, nursing stomach cramps and running forensic server traces with Ares. Ares walked half a step behind me, broad-shouldered and silent, his dark eyes scanning the executive floor like a hawk. When we reached my corner office, I stepped inside and turned toward the door. "Miller. Harrison. Get in here right now and close the door." Harrison bustled in first, holding a digital tablet against his chest, looking anxious as usual. Miller followed right behind him, her dark hair pinned back, carrying her standard leather legal binder. She pulled the door shut, locking the glass panel with a quiet click. "Sit," I
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