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A Small Spark.

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 18.03.2026 02:10:22

~ Elara ~

The sixty-fourth floor of Helix Tower always felt a few degrees colder than the rest of the world. It wasn't just the air conditioning; it was the way the glass and steel seemed to swallow any sound that didn't have to do with profit margins or legal liabilities. As a junior employee, I had learned to navigate these hallways with my head down, keeping my footsteps light on the plush carpets. In this building, being noticed by someone like Gideon Moore usually meant you’d made a mista
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    ~ Amara ~ The silence of Moore Crest used to feel like a heavy blanket, but now it feels like a thin, cold mist. It follows me through the halls of the east wing and settles in the corners of the rooms I inhabit. Since the fitting room incident with Selene, I have learned a new level of quiet. I do not just speak less; I aim to exist less. I am becoming a shadow in my own home, a ghost that Gideon Moore paid millions of dollars to keep in a gilded cage. I spent most of my morning in the library. It is the only room in this house that doesn't feel like a stage for a performance. The scent of old leather and mahogany is grounding. I pulled a heavy chair into the farthest corner, hidden behind a row of encyclopedias that haven't been touched in decades. I didn't pick up a novel today. Instead, I reached for a thick volume on corporate mergers and acquisitions. If I am to be a "line item" in Gideon’s life, I want to understand the language he uses to define me. "Liquidated assets," I

  • Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage    The Fitting Room.

    ~ Amara ~The boutique smelled of lilies and expensive floor wax. It was a scent that usually made me feel like I was intruding on someone else’s life. Today, it felt like a cage. Selene had practically dragged me here, her hand firm on my elbow as she guided me through the glass doors of 'L’Étoile'. She claimed it was for the Moore Family Foundation Gala, an event where my appearance was apparently a matter of national security."You really must try this one, Amara," Selene said, her voice dripping with that artificial sweetness she used as a weapon. She held up a gown that was little more than a slip of silver silk. "Though, I suppose we’ll have to see if the proportions work. Some silhouettes are less forgiving to... modest frames".I took the dress without meeting her eyes. I had learned that looking at Selene only gave her more to mock. "Thank you, Selene. I'll try it on"."Do be quick, darling. Gideon has a very tight schedule, and we wouldn't want to keep him waiting when he ar

  • Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage    A Businesses Arrangements.

    ~ Gideon ~“She didn't make a scene when she got home!” I siad, not looking up from the spread of acquisition reports on my desk.Adrian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of my office in Helix Tower. The Ravenport skyline stretched out behind him, a grid of cold, electric blue. He let out a short, huffed breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “A scene? Gideon, the woman practically evaporated. I watched her walk out of the restaurant, and she didn't even look back to see if you were following. Which, for the record, you weren’t.”“I had a dinner to finish,” I said. I picked up a pen and circled a fluctuating percentage in the logistics report. My hand was steady. “The East-End dock deal is worth three hundred million. I wasn’t going to let Selene’s theatrics or Amara’s sensitivity derail a quarterly milestone.” “Sensitivity,” Adrian repeated. He turned away from the window, his expression uncharacteristically somber. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Selene spent f

  • Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage    The Birthday Snub.

    ~ Amara ~ “You’re late for your own life, Amara,” Helena Moore, my mother-in-law said, her voice cutting through the hollow silence of the morning room. I looked up from the small, white-frosted cupcake I had placed on the mahogany side table. It was barely nine in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to hit the cold marble floors of Moore Crest. I had bought the cupcake myself from a small bakery near the library yesterday, hiding it in the back of the guest wing pantry so Maribel’s staff wouldn't throw it away. “I didn’t realize we had a meeting, mother,” I replied softly. I kept my voice level, the way I had practiced in my head for weeks. I didn’t look at the cupcake. I didn't want her to see the single, unlit candle stuck in the center of the frosting. Helena didn’t sit. she stood in the center of the room, her designer coat draped perfectly over her shoulders. She looked at the room with a clinical sort of disgust, her eyes snagging on a small ceramic bird I had place

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    ~ Amara ~ The Obsidian was a place built of polished black stone and the kind of hushed, expensive air that made me want to hold my breath. It was the centerpiece of Raventport’s dining scene, a cathedral for people who traded in power and didn't mind the cold. I sat at the circular table, my back straight, my hands folded tightly in my lap beneath the white linen tablecloth. My dress was a deep, midnight blue—chosen by Helena’s personal shopper, of course. It was stiff and uncomfortable, the fabric scratching against my collarbone. Across from me sat Sarah, the daughter of a man who owned half the docks in the city. Beside her was Adrian, who was currently laughing at something Gideon had said. Gideon looked perfectly at home. His charcoal suit was sharp, his movements fluid and precise as he cut his steak. He hadn’t looked at me once since we stepped out of the car. To him, I was a decorative piece of the table setting, as essential and as silent as the silver bread basket. "So,

  • Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage    The Partner's Choice.

    ~ Gideon ~ “Adrian, I’m busy,” I said, not looking up from the merger projections on my tablet. The blue light of the screen reflected off the dark marble of my desk, the only thing illuminating the office as the sun dipped behind the Ravenport skyline. “You’re always busy, Gideon. That’s why I’m here to save you from yourself,” Adrian replied, his voice echoing in the pressurized silence of the sixty-fourth floor. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He dropped into the leather guest chair and kicked his feet up. “We’re doing dinner Friday. You, Amara, me, and Sarah.” I finally set the tablet down, my fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against the stone. “Friday is the logistics review. I don’t have time for social calls.” “It’s not a social call. It’s a double date. Sarah’s father is the majority shareholder of the East-End docks. You want those berths, don’t you?” Adrian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly which buttons to press. I leaned

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