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Chapter 12: Intermezzo of Tension
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His to Destroy, Mine to Save Chapter 13: In the Key of Jealousy
DANTEI watched from the hallway camera feed as Carlos’s car pulled up outside. Watched him play the part. Gentleman. Smooth. Predictable.She let him walk her to the door. Let him in.I knew what was coming before it happened. The body language, the invitation, the tension thick between them. I had seen this dance before, just never from this angle.The feed flickered as they crossed the threshold, his hand at her waist, hers steady on the door. My chest tightened. I forced myself to keep watching. Professional. Detached. That was the lie I told myself.I saw the moment his hand moved to her waist again, the lean of his body, the invitation in his touch. I saw her answer it.My wife. Still my wife, even if she didn’t remember. Even if she thought she belonged to him tonight.The kiss hit me harder than it should have. Slow, then hungrier. His hands on her. Her fingers in his hair. My gut twisted.Turn off the monitors.I didn’t. I kept watching like some sick voyeur, breath sharp and
His to Destroy, Mine to Save Chapter 12: Intermezzo of Tension
DANTECarlos’s car pulled up in front of Somni, paparazzi already closing in, flashbulbs popping like bait in the dark. I watched from where my car idled across the street, far enough to stay invisible, close enough to see what mattered.Carlos got out first. Of course he did. The perfect gentleman routine. I watched him circle the car, watched him open her door as if he owned the night. He stood close, too close, steering her through the cameras with his hand at her back as if she belonged to him.I couldn’t hear a word. Didn’t need to. I had seen enough men like him play this part. Smooth. Confident. Reassuring. Leading her exactly where he wanted her to go.My team was already in position. I had made sure of that. Perimeter secured, cameras held back, exits controlled. From here, it looked effortless. Controlled. Safe. Professional.Inside, they would vanish into candlelight and privacy. I didn’t need eyes on them to know how the night would unfold. I knew how men like Carlos worke
His to Destroy, Mine to Save Chapter 11: Prelude in Crimson
MARISOLLuzie stirred but didn’t wake as I kissed her cheek.“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing a curl from her forehead. She clutched her stuffed rabbit tighter, her breath warm against my arm.Back in my room, I slid the closet door open and stared down my options. The deep crimson dress practically dared me. I slipped it on, the silky fabric hugging every curve, the plunging neckline drawing my eye in the mirror. It was bold. Striking. Not the kind of thing I usually wore, but maybe that was the point.I added the stilettos. Click, click. A rhythm of nerves and confidence. I gave my reflection one last look. Loose waves framed my face. Smoky eyes. Nude lips. I looked like the kind of woman who knew what she wanted. Except my stomach twisted.I stepped into the hallway and headed toward the dining room, the echo of my heels giving me away before I even entered.Nina looked up, her eyes going wide.“Wow, Marisol. You look incredible. He’s not going to know what hit him.”
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DANTEI hadn’t slept. Not even a minute.I still couldn’t believe Marisol was alive. Alive. Sitting across from her at dinner last night had felt like some kind of dream. Or maybe a trick of grief. Her laugh hadn’t changed. Not really. It still had that little catch at the end, like she was trying not to lose herself completely in it. I’d forgotten the sound of it until I heard it again, and then it was like no time had passed at all. Except it had. Six years. Six years of silence.And now she was back like the world hadn’t cracked open when she disappeared.She’d smiled when Lucas brought up Carlos T., her whole face shifting. Eyes bright. Shoulders loose. Her body leaned into the moment like nothing was heavy. Like nothing had been lost. I’d nodded, forced the corners of my mouth to rise, and played it off.But something cold had started settling in my gut.And now… now she was glowing in his presence.My post was in the control room, but my eyes never left her.She didn’t know I was
His to Destroy, Mine to Save Chapter 9: One Take
MARISOLI sat still for a moment, trying to stay centered, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. As I settled back into the booth, I glanced down at the lyrics again, even though I didn’t need to. My eyes scanned the lines, but my thoughts weren’t on the music anymore. They were on the warmth of Carlos’s lips on my hand, a hum that still hadn’t completely left my skin.Was I imagining it? That electric pull? That sense that something had shifted inside me, just a degree off-center?The way Carlos looked at me made something stir that I hadn’t let myself feel in years. It wasn’t lust. It was the way he saw me, the intensity in his gaze. He was someone with gravity. Someone who might be worth investing my time with to see where it could lead.And maybe that’s why my breath hitched a little when I thought of tonight. Because it wasn’t just dinner. It was stepping into a space I hadn’t occupied in so long, and I wasn’t sure I still remembered how.A laugh bubbled in my throat, nervous and quiet. I b
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MARISOLThe morning light streamed through my bedroom windows, warm and steady as I sat at my vanity. My makeup artist leaned in, applying the final touches. My hair fell in loose waves, soft against my shoulders, and a hint of gloss gave my lips just enough shine.I’d gone casual today: a white fitted tee and dark jeans. Comfortable, but still put-together. A little armor for what lay ahead. Just enough to say I’m fine, even if I wasn’t.“All done,” she said, stepping back with a smile that told me she was proud of her work.I met my own gaze in the mirror and nodded. “Thank you. It’s perfect.” I stood and ran my hands down my shirt, grounding myself.It should’ve felt like just another session. My space. My rules. But something in my chest buzzed—an old nervousness I hadn’t felt in years. That restless edge right before a live performance.Deep breath. It’s just my studio. My house. My schedule. But the flutter in my stomach didn’t care about any of that.Carlos T. was coming. This
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