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Meeting The Wolves

作者: Mirai Yume
last update 公開日: 2026-04-07 21:27:40

The silence stretched so long that I thought he had hung up. Then, “You make me feel things I’d forgotten I could feel. I don’t know if that’s happiness or torture.”

My heart stuttered. "Damien."

"I have to go. Meeting in five. Lucas will call you soon."

Before I could answer, he disconnected.

I looked at the dress, the note, my phone with his name on it.

"You make me feel things I’d forgotten I could feel. "

We were here to pretend. Performing. Playing parts.

So why did everything he said feel
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  • Bound by Obsession   Meeting The Wolves

    The silence stretched so long that I thought he had hung up. Then, “You make me feel things I’d forgotten I could feel. I don’t know if that’s happiness or torture.”My heart stuttered. "Damien.""I have to go. Meeting in five. Lucas will call you soon."Before I could answer, he disconnected.I looked at the dress, the note, my phone with his name on it."You make me feel things I’d forgotten I could feel. "We were here to pretend. Performing. Playing parts.So why did everything he said feel devastatingly real?***It was the kind of restaurant where they don't list prices on the menu because if you have to ask, you can't afford it.I sat alone at a table by the window, wearing a beige pantsuit Lucas had sent me with a note:"The first rule of war: dress like you've already won. -L"I was going to war with my mother-in-law before I could even survive this week-old marriage.Perfect.Vivienne Cross arrived on time—yes, of course—smelling of Chanel No. 5 and a barely concealed sense

  • Bound by Obsession   Rules We Pretend To Keep

    I answered the phone. "Hey, Soph.""Finally! I've been trying to get in touch with you all day. Are you okay? How’s married life in your billionaire tower?"It's..." I gazed around my empty kitchen, half-eaten dinner on the table and two wine glasses still lurking a little too close together. "Complicated.""Complicated good or complicated bad?""I don't know yet.""Then you’d better come up with a plan pretty quickly, babe, because TMZ just ran pictures of you and Damien leaving the hospital earlier today. And let me tell you, the sexual tension is visible from space."My stomach dropped. "What?"“Wait, I’m texting you the link.”I received her text on my phone. I opened it up, and there we were, riding in the back of the car, his hand on my face, eyes closed tight, bodies pushed together. It looked intimate. It looked real.It appeared as if we were a couple in love.“That was him talking me down from a panic attack,” I said."Uh huh. And that’s why he is staring at you like you’re

  • Bound by Obsession   A Dangerous Nearness

    The dinner was punctual at seven.For the past hour, I’d been in my new studio, unpacking art supplies like they were all treasure and avoiding thinking about how Damien Cross had just handed me something no one else ever had — a place to be myself.Not thinking about what that meant.Just not thinking of him at all.I failed spectacularly.When I got out of the studio, Lucas was in the kitchen unpacking enough food to feed an army. He glanced up as I came in, and there was a real smile on his face."Mrs. Cross. Or, as I like to call it, artist in residence?”“Isla,” I corrected, leaning on the counter. "And how did you already know about the studio?""Damien texted from the gallery. Told me to clear his afternoon schedule, that he had to ‘take care of something personal.’" Lucas produced containers of Thai food, and my stomach rumbled at the smell. "I have worked for him for five years, and I've never seen him clear his schedule around anything personal. So yeah, I'm curious.""He bo

  • Bound by Obsession   Things Of My Own

    My father stared at me for a long time, then he nodded. "He seems like a good man. Cold, but good. And the way he gazed at you when you weren’t watching...""How did he look at me?"“Like you were something he hadn’t solved yet.” My father smiled slightly. “And as if he wanted to discover it as much as anything.”My heart did something complicated in its cage. "You're imagining things.""Maybe. Or maybe you're both lying to yourselves more than you’re lying to everyone else."***Damien was on his cell phone for the entire time we drove home, talking about one-sided business transactions that went over my head. I sat, staring out the window while the city raced by in a blur and my father’s words echoed.You're both lying to yourselves.No. I wasn't lying to myself. I knew precisely what this was — a transaction. A year of my life for the life of my family. Nothing more.And just because my body reacted every time Damien touched me, that didn't matter.The safety I’d felt in his arms t

  • Bound by Obsession   Father's Advice

    I was dressed in one of the designer dresses Simone had left. The color is navy blue, simple but elegant, with heels that my feet already throbbed in. I had my hair down. I was wearing makeup, but not much. I looked like Isla Cross.I felt like an imposter.Damien stood in the elevator scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I came over and something flickered in his eyes, before he hid it."Better," was all he said.The ride down in the elevator was silent. The lobby was not.Photographers were already camped out at the doors, some dozen of them with cameras poised. I went feral at the sight of them through the glass doors.“They are always in there now,” Damien said softly. "You can get used to it.""I can't."His hand closed around mine. The touch was warm, strong, reassuring. "Yes, you can. Head up, smile a little, do not look her in the eye. Stay close to me.""Damien.""Trust me." His fingers tightened around mine. "For the next 30 seconds, trust me."There was a roar as th

  • Bound by Obsession   The First Morning

    I didn't sleep.How could I, when my whole life had been torn apart and reassembled in forty-eight hours? I sprawled across that immense bed, in that disinfected-beautiful room, and stared up at the ceiling until most of the black were gray were pinks as ribbons to gold over Manhattan.Mrs. Cross.It was a name that wore like a costume. As if I were playing dress-up in someone else’s life.My phone, thankfully, had finally died around 3 a.m. Before then, it was just a constant stream of notifications. All of it only congratulations from people who barely knew me, old friends I hadn’t talked to in years suddenly reaching out to ask how I’d been doing for so long and 17 more missed calls from my mom.The last message I’d read was one from Sophie: I’m here when you want to talk. No judgment. Just bring wine. Like, a lot of wine.I gave up trying to sleep and stumbled into the bathroom at 6:47am. The tub was obscene, you could easily fit three people in there, and it had jets and a view o

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