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A Familiar Face
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2026-11-01 21:21:33
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Bound To The Enemy's Heir The Guests in Switzerland
017“Lyra, talk to me,” Dante said. He was out of bed in one second, pulling on his trousers, crossing the room in three long steps. “What is it? What did you find?”I could not speak. I just held the ledger out to him with both hands, my fingers shaking so badly the pages rattled. Tears kept falling down my face and dripping onto the old paper.Dante took the book. He read the last page once, slowly. Then he read it again. I watched his dark eyes move from line to line, and I saw the exact moment he understood.“Residence and care,” he said quietly. “Two guests. Names withheld for their safety.”My parents,” I whispered. “They’re alive, Dante. They never died in that river. My father planned it. He knew Vincenzo would come for them, so he made a plan, and he never told anyone.“Not even you.”He couldn’t have told me, I said, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I was fourteen. If I knew, I would have told someone. A child cannot keep a secret like that. Victoria would have squee
Bound To The Enemy's Heir The North Hills
016The safe house in the north hills was an old stone cottage hidden behind a wall of pine trees. Martha was already there when we arrived, kneeling on the floor with her arms wrapped around Sophie, rocking back and forth and crying into the little girl’s hair. Her daughter and son inlaw sat on a sofa beside her, pale and shaking, wrapped in blankets. Dante’s men had found them tied up in the cellar of an empty farmhouse five miles from Willow Street. They were hurt, but they were alive.Martha lifted her wet face when we came in. She looked at Dante, and she did not say a single word. She just bowed her head to the floor and wept.Dante stood in the doorway for a long time. Then he walked over and knelt beside her. He put one hand on her shoulder.“I’m not angry anymore, Martha,” he said, very softly. “Rest.”She grabbed his hand and kissed it, and I had to look away so he wouldn’t see me crying.The doctor worked on Marcus in the back bedroom for two hours. When he finally came out
Bound To The Enemy's Heir The Dock
015The first bullet came through the window above my head and smashed the lamp on the table. Glass sprayed across the floor.“Down!” Marcus yelled.His heavy body slammed into mine, and we hit the bare floor together. Wood splintered where I had been standing a heartbeat before. More shots followed, a harsh chain of loud cracks coming through the old walls.“Sophie!” I screamed.“I’ve got her!” Marcus crawled across the floor on his elbows, grabbed the blanket bundle in the corner, and dragged the sleeping girl against his chest. She woke up screaming, and the sound twisted my heart. “Lyra, the floor! Third board from the stove! Pull it!”I scrambled through the dark on my knees, my fingers searching for the stove. Bullets thudded into the wall above me. I found the third board and dug my nails under the edge. It wouldn’t move.“Arthur’s blood!” Marcus shouted over the gunfire. “Cut your hand!”Without thinking, I dragged the dagger across my palm. Hot pain shot up my arm. I slapped
Bound To The Enemy's Heir The Past
014The man in the chair did not turn around. The little girl on his lap stirred in her sleep and made a soft sound, and his big hand moved gently over her hair.“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Sophie is safe. She has been asleep since eight o’clock. I gave her warm milk and a blanket. I do not hurt children, Lyra. I never have.”“Turn around,” I said. My voice shook, but I kept my feet planted on the dusty floor. “Turn around right now.”Slowly, the chair scraped against the wood. The man stood, lifted Sophie carefully against his shoulder, and faced me.He was older than I remembered. There were gray streaks in his dark beard and a pale scar running from his left ear down to his jaw. But the eyes were the same. Warm brown eyes, tired and kind, the eyes of the man who used to carry me on his backthrough my father’s garden.“Uncle Marcus,” I whispered.My knees almost gave out. Marcus Hale had been my father’s closest friend and head of security. He taught me how to ride a bike. He was
Bound To The Enemy's Heir A Familiar Face
013Tonight", this game ends," Dante repeated. His voice was quiet now, and that scared me more than his shouting.Martha lifted her wet face from her hands. "Please, Young Master. If you attack him, he will kill them. My daughter, her husband, and little Sophie. He said if I told you anything, he would know.""He already knows you told us," I said slowly. The cold truth settled in my stomach. "The picture, the message on my phone. He watches this house. By now he has guessed that you broke."Martha went pale. "Then they are dead.""Not yet," Dante said.He pulled out his phone and pressed one button. "Rico. Take six men. Go to Martha's daughter's house on Willow Street. No sirens, no noise. Bring the family back here alive. If anyone is in that house, I want them breathing when they arrive."He ended the call and looked at Martha. His eyes were still hard, but I saw something soft under the anger. She had raised him, after all."If they are safe, you live," he said. "If you lie to me
Bound To The Enemy's Heir A Shadow in the House
012I walked fast through the dim hallway, holding the small signal booster tightly in my hand. I pushed open the heavy oak door to Dante’s private office without knocking, throwing the electronic box onto the center of his keyboard and tossing the manila folder right beside it.Dante looked up instantly from his computer screens, his dark eyes locking onto my flushed, angry face. He stood up from his chair so fast it rolled back and hit the wall behind him."What happened?" Dante demanded, his voice sharp and alert as he stepped around the desk toward me. "Did someone hurt you?""Martha found the fake note in the library, took pictures of it with her phone, and sent it using this little box straight to an outside receiver," I snapped, breathing hard as the hot emotions fuelled in anger rushed through my veins. "She is the spy, Dante. She has been feeding information straight to the executioner."Dante stared down at the small electronic device resting on his desk, his face turni
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