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Chapter 9: Damage Control

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Silas set the tablet down on his desk and looked at us like we were students who'd failed an exam.

"Sit."

We sat.

He poured himself a scotch. Didn't offer us any. Just stood there, swirling the liquid in his glass, watching us.

"Julian," he finally said. "Explain to me why you thought putting your hands on Chloe Vance in front of half the student body was a good idea."

"She called Elena a whore."

"And? People say things. You don't give them ammunition by assaulting them on camera." Silas took a
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  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   CHAPTER 33: The Temple Ruins

    The temple ruins sat on a hill outside the city walls.Ancient stone. Crumbling columns. The kind of place where bad things happened in stories.Perfect setting for a trap.I rode alone, as instructed. My corrupted arm throbbed with each heartbeat. The shadows had spread to my collarbone now. I could feel them creeping toward my throat.Days. I had days left.Through the bond, I felt Caspian nearby. Hidden in the tree line with Ezra and a dozen warriors. Close enough to intervene. Far enough not to be seen.Supposedly.The moon was full, casting silver light across the ruins. Making the shadows deeper. More threatening.I dismounted. Tied my horse to a fallen pillar."I'm here," I called out. "As requested."Silence.Then movement in the shadows.A figure stepped into the moonlight.Not Morgessa.A woman I'd never seen before. Young. Beautiful. Dark hair and darker eyes. Dressed in robes that seemed to absorb light."Your Majesty," she said, her voice smooth. "Thank you for coming.""

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 39: The Kiss

    Vincent did not make any move towards me, he let me have that moment to myself. He let the tears flow and he remained silent beside me. He knew it was not the best time to play the "Hero to the rescue!" and I did appreciate that a lot. Finally, I looked up at him. "I'm sorry.""For what?""For being a mess. For not having answers. For missing them even when I'm here with you."Vincent smiled sadly. "Elena, you don't need to apologize for feeling things. That's the whole point of this month.""But I just told Julian I miss him. Right in front of you.""I know." He reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek. "Of course it bothers me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't. But I also knew what I was getting into when I brought you here. You don't simply erase the things you feel just a few days after walking away. You don't stop loving people just because you leave them.""I never said I loved them.""You didn't have to. It's obvious." His hand dropped from my face. "The question isn't whethe

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 38: The Question

    Vincent took me to a bookstore.Not just any bookstore, Shakespeare and Company, he called it. A tiny place crammed with books stacked floor to ceiling, narrow staircases leading to hidden reading nooks, and the smell of old paper that hit me the second we walked in."This is incredible," I breathed, running my fingers along the spines."It's been here since the twenties. Hemingway used to come here. Fitzgerald. All the famous writers." Vincent gestured toward a corner where cushions were piled on the floor. "People can sleep here if they need to. The owner believes books should be accessible to everyone."I wandered through the aisles slowly, pulling random books off shelves, reading first lines, getting lost in the chaos of it all. Vincent followed at a distance, letting me explore.In a section marked "Poetry," I found a slim volume with a worn cover. I opened it randomly and read: "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in."Something about those words hit me harder than the

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 37: Letting Go

    "You're staring at it like it might bite you," Vincent said from across the café table.I looked up from my phone, which I'd been holding for the past five minutes without actually turning it on. We'd just finished lunch near the Luxembourg Gardens, and I'd made the mistake of pulling it out of my bag."I'm debating whether to check my messages," I admitted."And?""And I'm scared of what I'll find."Vincent took a sip of his espresso. "You don't have to check them then. You could just leave it off for the entire month.""That feels cowardly.""Or self-preserving, there's a difference." He set down his cup. "What are you hoping to find? Or afraid of finding?"I turned the phone over in my hands. "I don't know. Maybe that Julian's okay. That Silas has moved on. That I didn't completely destroy everything by leaving.""Elena, look at me."I did.Vincent's expression was serious. "You didn't destroy anything. You made a choice for yourself. That's not destruction, that's self-preservatio

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 36: The Louvre

    Morning in Paris sounded different than morning anywhere else.I woke to church bells ringing somewhere in the distance, the soft murmur of French voices drifting up from the street below, and the smell of coffee so good it actually pulled me out of bed.I found Vincent in the kitchen, standing at the counter with an espresso cup in one hand and a newspaper in the other. He was wearing dark jeans and a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual. Comfortable. Nothing like the suit he'd worn at the Rosewood.He looked up when I walked in. "Good morning. Coffee?""Please."He poured me a cup and slid it across the counter. "There's a bakery down the street. I picked up croissants earlier. They're still warm."I grabbed one from the bag on the counter and took a bite. Oh my God. Buttery, flaky, perfect. I actually made a sound.Vincent smiled. "Good?""This is insane. How is bread this good?""Because the French take it seriously." He folded his newspaper. "So. The Louvre to

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 35: First Night

    I woke up disoriented.The light coming through the windows was softer than I was used to. The sounds outside were different. Voices speaking French. The distant hum of traffic that somehow sounded more musical than the harsh noise I'd grown up with.Then I remembered.Paris. Vincent. The choice I'd made.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand before remembering Vincent had turned it off. I powered it back on and immediately regretted it. Sixty-three new messages. I turned it off again without reading any of them.Nope. Not today.I dragged myself out of bed and found my bag. Pulled out clothes and headed for the bathroom. The shower was one of those gorgeous walk-in types with a rainfall showerhead and about six different settings. I stood under the hot water for way too long, letting it wash away the plane exhaustion and the guilt that kept trying to creep in.When I finally emerged, I found clean towels that were probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe and a robe hanging on

  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 16: Claimed

    Silas's bedroom door closed behind us with a soft click.For a moment, we all just stood there. The three of us. The weight of what was about to happen settling over the room.Then Silas moved.He walked to me, his hand coming to the back of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This one slower.

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  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 10: The Lesson

    Silas's hands were methodical as he undressed me. Not rushed. Not rough. Every movement deliberate, controlled, like he was unwrapping something he owned.My shirt hit the floor. Then my bra. He traced the marks on my skin from last night's punishment, his fingers cool against the heat."Still tende

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  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 22: Wait, What?

    Uhhhhh.I woke up sore everywhere. Good sore, though. The kind that reminded me exactly what I'd done. Who I'd done it with.Silas was already gone, his side of the bed cold. Typical. The man probably woke up at 5am looking perfect while I was here feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. A really goo

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  • FAMILY SECRET: CLAIMING MY FATHER'S TOY   Chapter 24: The Aftermath

    I didn't leave my room for the rest of the day.Couldn't. Every time I thought about going downstairs, about facing what I'd done, my chest got tight and my hands started shaking.I'd just exiled my own mother.Fuck.What kind of person does that?Around six PM, someone knocked. Soft. Hesitant."El

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