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Terror Strikes

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Seraphina

The pain wakes me at 3:47 AM.

At first, it’s just a dull ache low in my abdomen, the kind that could be anything. Indigestion from dinner. A muscle pulled from the enthusiastic sex on the living room floor. Something normal and forgettable.

I lie still and breathe through it, not wanting to wake Dominic who’s sleeping soundly beside me. The house is quiet around us, the kind of deep silence that only comes in the dead of night when even the usual settling sounds have gone to sleep.
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  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Venom

    Dominic “What I’ve always wanted.” He stands too, straightening his already perfect tie. “Success. Prosperity. To win.”“Adrian.” He pauses at the door when I speak again. “You might want to have a conversation with your assistant. Chloe. About being mindful of comments and accusations she makes. Professionalism matters, even in difficult times.”A cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Was that really an accusation?” Adrian’s expression is mild. “Or just an observation? But that’s not my business. Whatever you’re doing with your wife’s sister is between you and your conscience. I’m here for business. Only business.”The casual way he says it. The acknowledgment that he knows. That he’s always known.“There is no more business.” The words taste like failure. “Not after this. The company is—”“Struggling. Yes. Which is why I’m prepared to offer you a loan. Personal loan. Enough to stabilize your position and maintain your lifestyle while we restructure.” He names a fi

  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Falling Apart

    DominicThe office feels foreign when I walk in Monday morning. Like I’ve been gone for months instead of three days. Three days since we lost the baby. Three days since my world tilted on its axis and hasn’t righted itself since.My second assistant, Jennifer, looks up from her desk as I approach, and something in her expression makes my stomach drop. “Mr. Ashcroft.” She stands quickly. “Sir, we tried reaching you all day yesterday. Your phone was off and we couldn’t—”“I canceled all my appointments for the week.” I move past her toward my office. “I made that clear.”“Yes, sir. You did. But there was an emergency and we needed authorization and…” She’s following me, her voice climbing with anxiety. “Sir, you might want to check your email. Before you do anything else. Please.”The please stops me. Jennifer has worked for me for six years and has never said please with that particular tone. The tone that says the building is on fire and I need to know before I sit down at my

  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Nothing Hidden

    Seraphina“This isn’t a good time.” Dominic’s tone is clipped. “Whatever it is can wait.”“Unfortunately, it can’t. Elena’s hospital in Switzerland needs medical records transferred before they can proceed with her treatment protocol. They require authorization from next of kin, and Elena has been trying to reach you both. Your phones appear to be off.”I close my eyes. The medical transfer. Elena would need her records for the Swiss doctors.“I’ll come down,” I call, and start down the stairs before Dominic can argue.Chloe’s eyes widen slightly when she sees me. I know what she’s seeing. Pale. Exhausted. Devastated. The face of someone who’s just lost everything.“Seraphina.” She recovers quickly. “Are you alright? You look unwell.”“I’m fine.” The lie tastes like ash. “Just a stomach bug. You have documents?”She holds out a leather folder. “Standard medical records release. The Swiss facility needs Elena’s complete medical history to properly coordinate her treatment. She’s been c

  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Warm Water Compressor

    SeraphinaMorning light filters through the curtains when I wake, and for one blissful moment, I forget. Then my hand moves to my stomach, finds it flat and empty, and the grief crashes over me fresh and devastating.Dominic stirs beside me, his arm tightening around my waist. And I’m suddenly grateful he canceled every appointment just so he can care for me.“I’m here,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”We lie there in the quiet, neither speaking, as if words might shatter what little peace we’ve managed to find in sleep.“Does it hurt?” he asks finally. “Physically, I mean.”“Some.” The cramping has dulled to a persistent ache. “Not as bad as last night.”“Let me help.” He sits up. “The doctor said warm compresses might ease the discomfort. Stay here.”He disappears into the bathroom and I hear water running. When he returns, he’s carrying a bowl of warm water and soft cloths, his face set with the same determination I’ve seen him use in boardrooms. Except this time, the business at hand

  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Miscarriage

    Seraphina “What kind of concerning?” Dominic straightens, immediately on alert.“We found elevated levels of misoprostol in your system.” She looks at me directly. “It’s a medication used to induce labor or terminate early pregnancy. Did you take anything? Any medications? Herbal supplements? Anything at all?”The question doesn’t make sense at first. Then it does, and the implication makes me cold all over.“No.” My voice is too loud in the small room. “No, I didn’t take anything. I would never—”“I’m not accusing you of anything,” Dr. Chen says quickly. “But this medication doesn’t occur naturally in the body. If you didn’t take it, then someone would have had to administer it to you.”The room tilts.“What are you saying?” Dominic’s voice is dangerously quiet. “Someone poisoned her?”“I’m saying that misoprostol was found in her system in levels high enough to cause termination. If she didn’t take it knowingly, then yes. Someone gave it to her.”“That’s impossible.” But e

  • Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband    Terror Strikes

    SeraphinaThe pain wakes me at 3:47 AM.At first, it’s just a dull ache low in my abdomen, the kind that could be anything. Indigestion from dinner. A muscle pulled from the enthusiastic sex on the living room floor. Something normal and forgettable.I lie still and breathe through it, not wanting to wake Dominic who’s sleeping soundly beside me. The house is quiet around us, the kind of deep silence that only comes in the dead of night when even the usual settling sounds have gone to sleep.The ache intensifies.I shift positions, trying to find some relief, but the movement makes it worse. Sharp now instead of dull. A cramping sensation that makes my breath catch.Something is wrong.The thought arrives with crystalline clarity, cutting through the fog of sleep. Something is very wrong.I roll toward the edge of the bed, intending to get up, to walk it off, to do something. My hand lands in something wet. Cold. Soaking through the sheet beneath me.Even before I see it, som

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