LOGIN"What? No way!"I forced another laugh, waving my hands in front of me like I could someone distract them with it."Lena, we need an explanation. Hannah's theory makes a lot of sense," Nora said."I think you guys are reading way too much into this. First of all, Silver Adams is a famous model. He's in magazines. He's on billboards. My Tarzan is just a regular guy who happens to be handsome. That's it. Second—the Paris Gala? Please. I was home that night. That wasn't me!"Hannah didn't blink. She just rotated her phone slowly, letting everyone at the table see the full image."Are you guys doubting this is Lena? You're telling us this woman isn't you and that man is not your obsessive boyfriend?"Obsessive....In the picture, I was posing in yesterday's outfit, standing beside Tarzan,who had his eyes on me while I served fac at the camera.Honestly I was proud at how good I was at hiding my nervousness."I… I don't know how to explain that," I stammered. "Photoshop? Doppelgänger? Ther
Jessie took another bite and groaned in pure satisfaction. “This is amazing. Every single bite is perfect.” “The seasoning… the texture… everything is balanced,” Hannah murmured. Then she looked at me with a teasing smile. “I officially forgive you for making us wait.” The table erupted in laughter. Nora scooped another generous helping onto her plate. “Also, it would’ve been even better if he’d used rosemary in this one.” “I told you not to judge him too harshly."I reminded her. “Oh, we’re judging him fairly,” Nora replied. “He’s close to certified-chef level. Our official verdict is that you need to keep him forever.” Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "And don't forget the fact that he’s already handsome.” “The man can cook like a genius,” Nora finished. Jessie laughed. “I already feel jealous for your future kids. They’re going to be the luckiest children ever,”Nora said. “Imagine having a mom who’s an incredible baker and a dad who cooks like a culinary genius.” “I
LENA’S POV**NEW LOCATION: PARIS** The moment I pushed open the bedroom door, I knew I was in trouble. The second I stepped into the living room, Nora, Hannah, and Jessie were already waiting—arms crossed in perfect synchronization, three pairs of eyes locked on me with that unmistakable look that said *we’ve been waiting, and we are not amused*.I made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chili chips (my emotional-support snack for exactly the upcoming interrogation), and slid onto the empty couch opposite them. “What?” I asked, trying for innocent. Nora arched one eyebrow. “Don’t ‘what’ us, Lena. You kept us sitting here for hours like abandoned puppies while you were off doing God-knows-what.” “Hours is an exaggeration,” I muttered, tearing open the bag. “It was like… forty-five minutes. Tops.” Jessie leaned forward, her messy bun wobbling. “Forty-five minutes of our lives we’ll never get back. I could’ve been at home, napping. I love napping.” Hannah n
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Ricardo waited until her breathing deepened, then quietly slipped from the bed.He moved silently into his study, where his assistant was already waiting with his phone.He took the device and dialed a number."My lord...""What’s the situation?" Ricardo asked, his voice low and cold. "Has Tarzan been eliminated?""My lord… we’ve had no sighting of him since the gala yesterday. We're still searching.""Nothing should happen to my daughter," Ricardo said, each word laced with quiet menace. "Make no mistakes."After ending the call, he exhaled heavily and scrolled through his gallery until he found an old photograph: himself standing beside Tarzan’s father."I’m sorry, old friend," he whispered to the image. "But your son has been consumed by rage and hatred for this family. By now, Lena must have told him she’s my daughter. He’ll try to hurt her to get to me. He believes I killed you and your wife. I am sorry—but I will do anything to save my daughter from your son, even if it means wi
NEW LOCATION: USARosa woke to the weight of Ricardo’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The time zone still several hours behind Paris.“How was your night, Mi amor?” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.“I had a bad dream,” Rosa murmured.Ricardo sat up immediately, concern sharpening his features. “A bad dream about what, my love?”She hesitated, then spoke softly.“I dreamt of Lena… She was lost in the middle of a vast desert. I called out to her, but she couldn’t recognize me. She was wearing a torn, dirty outfit like a homeless woman, her body covered in deep bruises that made my own chest ache. I tried to reach her, but a violent tornado appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back.”Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at him.“You were there too. You were shouting my name from behind me, leading an army of soldiers with an entire kingdom at your back. ‘Rosa, I’m coming for you!’ But I wasn’t interested i
MITCH'S POV I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, muscles loose and mind sharp. No wonder—yesterday’s deep-throat session had drained every bit of stress and frustration out of me. My body still tingling from the memory of it. Lena… I should probably go check on her. No. Going in th
AUTHOR'S POV The cool night air swept through the balcony as Master Ricardo sat on the couch, his bodyguards by his sides. It had been hours since he sent a message to Tarzan to meet him. Finally, Tarzan walked in. The moment he saw Tarzan approaching, he knew something was off. First, he had
I saw a sharp object from the corner of my eyes. I gasped sharply, ready to scream. HONK! HONK! Bright headlights flooded the dark street as a car swerved toward us and honked loudly, shattering the terrifying silence. The two men instantly released me and fled back into the shadows between
MITCH POV AT WORK I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, staring at my dual screens, which were displaying rows of digital claim files in the company's cloud-based system. Meanwhile, my mind was miles away. The dream I had last night kept replaying in my mind. Lena moaning and the way her body b







