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139. Creepy Appreciation
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2025-09-04 21:19:15
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Condemned Wife's Compliance 144. Seen This Story Before
The beach was almost empty, the tide rolling in with a steady rhythm that seemed to hush the world. The sinking sun cast orange streaks across the water, and Adrea’s feet sank into the cool sand as she walked beside Aris, their long shadows trailing like cloaks behind them. A little further down, Sofia had already abandoned her shoes and was darting toward the crashing waves, her laughter ringing out as she let the surf nip at her ankles.Adrea wasn’t watching the sea, though. Her phone glowed in her hand, Rafael’s message staring up at her.Congratulations on your progress. Your father would be proud of you.Her chest tightened, and she slowed her pace, letting the words turn over and over in her head like shells dragged in the tide.She was divorcing the man, for crying out loud. He had no right to intrude on her happiness now. And yet…And yet the mention of her father struck her in a place she rarely let herself go. Her father had always been proud of her—whether she was dealing c
Condemned Wife's Compliance 143. Reasons & Explanation
Chips clinked, cards flicked against felt, and the air pulsed with quiet calculation. Adrea sat at the centre of it all, her blonde hair shining under the harsh overhead lights, her eyes sharp and unwavering. She leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against her stack of chips, as though she owned the tempo of the table itself.Aris stood near the sidelines, his arms folded as he watched her. Sofia leaned against the rail next to him, her head tilted as she tracked her brother’s gaze.“She’s good,” Sofia whispered, almost reverently.Aris didn’t look away from Adrea. “She’s better than good.”Every so often, the cameras panned to her. The tournament organisers knew she was a favourite—not just because of her reputation as Andreas Galanis’s daughter, but because she carried herself with an unflappable poise that played beautifully for the broadcast. Each flick of her wrist, each subtle lift of her brow, seemed calculated for intrigue, and the audience lapped it up.“
Condemned Wife's Compliance 142. What Goes Around
The night after the team’s victory dinner wasn’t supposed to stretch any further. At least not for Adrea. She thought she’d retreat to her room, sit with her thoughts, and let the storm of triumph settle in her chest.Instead, Aris leaned close as the team spilled out of the glittering restaurant, their laughter carried on the night air. His hand brushed hers briefly, a whisper of contact only she would notice.“The night is not over just yet,” he murmured, “I’ve got something to show you.”Her brows lifted. “At this hour?”A crooked grin tugged at his lips. “Especially at this hour.”He didn’t give her time to argue, just got to his car and guided her into it with the ease of a man used to leading without question. The city lights blurred as they drove toward the water, and the closer they came, the sharper her heartbeat grew. The scent of salt reached her first, threading memories she hadn’t touched in years.And then she saw it: a yacht gleaming beneath the harbour lamps, its lines
Condemned Wife's Compliance 141. Top Ten Queens
The room was thick with tension. The air carried that quiet hum of whispers, the click of chips, the shuffle of cards, and somewhere beneath it all—the pounding of Adrea’s heart.The table had narrowed down to six players. She was second to act. Her hole cards: a miserable seven of clubs and a two of hearts. The sort of hand most players would fold without hesitation.She glanced at them once and then let her face fall blank, sliding them casually into position. She didn’t need good cards tonight. She needed nerve.The flop came down: King of spades, nine of hearts, four of diamonds. Not even a glimmer of salvation.Perfect.She felt the others glance at her, curious, cautious. She leaned back in her chair, tapped her nails lightly against her stack, and then pushed out a modest bet. Not small enough to look weak. Not large enough to scream desperation.The player two seats down, a man with calculating eyes and a faint scar on his chin, raised her. Another folded immediately. The rest
Condemned Wife's Compliance 140. Reluctance To Fight
Rafael leaned back in his chair, his hand absentmindedly swirling the wine in his glass as Belinda talked about her first week at the hospital. They were seated at a quiet corner table of a bistro Belinda had chosen—a place that struck the balance between casual and refined, with soft music drifting under the low hum of conversation.Belinda’s eyes lit up as she spoke about her rotations. “I finally got into the emergency department, Rafael. It’s hectic, chaotic even, but I feel alive there. Every second, every decision counts. You can’t think too long, you have to act.”Her hands moved as she spoke, as though punctuating her words with invisible exclamation points. She always had that energy when she talked about her work—an intensity that matched her sharp mind.Rafael smiled faintly, though his attention kept drifting. She had ordered something unusual tonight—something he hadn’t expected. Belinda normally leaned toward seafood and delicate salads, but she had gone for a hearty lam
Condemned Wife's Compliance 139. Creepy Appreciation
Aris woke before the alarm. That in itself wasn’t unusual—his body was an unerring clock—but what he woke to was.Warmth.Not the generic warmth of a duvet or the stuffy heat of a hotel room in the morning. No—this was different. This was soft, steady, human warmth pressed against him. His arm was draped across a waist, A hand on his chest.It took him only a moment to register that the warmth was Adrea.She was curled into him as if they’d been made to fit that way, her head tucked neatly against the crook of his arm. Her hair, golden and a little mussed from sleep, brushed his jaw in the faintest wisps. At some point in the night their legs had tangled, and he’d ended up holding her like he wished to do forever.He dared not move, not yet. Instead, he shifted his head ever so slightly to look at her.Peace. That was what he saw.Adrea’s face in sleep was always unlike any other moment he’d known her. The sharp wit, the calculating poker expressions, the strength she carried like arm
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