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Keep Quiet.

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-16 08:48:57

Denver.

By the time I made it back downstairs, the party had already swallowed itself whole again.

Music rolled through the ballroom beneath low conversation and clinking glasses, the kind of polished atmosphere designed to make powerful people feel untouchable.

Normally, it would have meant nothing to me.

Tonight, I barely noticed it.

The second I stepped back into the ballroom, I saw her again.

Selena.

Across the room.

Alive.

Real.

Not a scent disappearing down empty hallways or a presence I
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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Keep Quiet.

    Denver.By the time I made it back downstairs, the party had already swallowed itself whole again.Music rolled through the ballroom beneath low conversation and clinking glasses, the kind of polished atmosphere designed to make powerful people feel untouchable.Normally, it would have meant nothing to me.Tonight, I barely noticed it.The second I stepped back into the ballroom, I saw her again.Selena.Across the room.Alive.Real.Not a scent disappearing down empty hallways or a presence I convinced myself I imagined.Her.She stood near one of the marble columns speaking to a small group from the medical delegation, calm and composed in that quiet way she always carried herself. The soft gold lighting caught against her hair every time she turned her head slightly, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded badly enough that I almost forgot where I was.Seven years.And somehow my body still recognized her before my mind fully caught up.Something tightened painfully beneath my

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Selena is Back

    Third Person POV:“Tell me what you did with my child.”Talia’s lips parted, but no sound came out immediately.For the first time since he had known her, Christopher watched real fear move across her face without disguise. Not manipulation. Not a strategy. Fear.The corridor suddenly felt too narrow, like the walls were closing around the rage climbing up his throat.“Christopher,” she said quietly, “lower your voice.”His laugh came out rougher than intended.“You lied to me for seven years.”Her eyes flicked once toward Alec’s suite door before returning to him quickly. “Not here.”That only made something uglier twist inside him.Not here.As though the location was the problem.As though the fact that she had built an entire lie around another man’s child was something secondary.“Where is my son?” he repeated.Talia swallowed hard enough for him to notice.Then she finally said the words that changed everything.“He died.”Christopher went completely still.The hallway noise fad

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   The Perfect Revenge?

    Christopher.The hallway stayed quiet long after Denver disappeared.Christopher remained exactly where he was for several seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed suite door while his uncle’s warning replayed slowly in his head.If anything happens to him, I will forget we were ever related.The words should have irritated him.Instead, they unsettled him.Because Denver had meant them.Not as a threat.As a fact.Christopher had spent years watching Denver treat most people with controlled indifference, but something about Alec had always been different. Protective in a way that looked less like choice and more like instinct. Denver barely allowed anyone near the boy for long, especially family, and until now Christopher had assumed it was paranoia.Christopher himself had only ever seen the child from a distance, brief glimpses during gatherings before Denver inevitably pulled him away again.At first, Christopher assumed it was a pretense. Denver was playing the over-doting father to

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Watch over him.

    Denver.“Alec isn’t in his room.”For a second, the words didn’t register properly.They reached me, but my brain refused to process them because it sounded impossible.Then they did.And everything inside me turned sharp.“What?”The guard straightened immediately beneath the weight in my voice.“He was there twenty minutes ago,” he said quickly. “The nurse stepped out briefly, and when she came back—”I was already moving before he finished.The ballroom blurred around me as I pushed through it, conversations cutting off the closer I got to the exit. Somewhere behind me, I heard another guard calling my name, but I ignored it.My pulse had already shifted into something dangerous.Not panic.Worse.The kind of cold focus that came right before violence.Alec.The word kept hitting the inside of my skull with every step.He was sick.Too weak to be wandering the hotel alone.And people knew who he was.Which meant they knew exactly what taking him from me would do.The elevator took t

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Maxwell and Alec.

    Third Person POVThe hallway outside Alec’s room was quiet in the way expensive places always were, muted enough that every sound felt softened before it fully existed.Alec paused just outside his bedroom door, one hand brushing briefly against the wall as a wave of dizziness moved through him again. It passed quickly, but not quickly enough to stop the irritation tightening in his chest.If his father knew he was awake and wandering around alone, he’d probably drag him straight back to bed himself.Especially after earlier.But Alec was tired of being watched every second of the day while life continued everywhere else without him.Downstairs, another dinner was happening. Another important gathering. Another room full of people he wasn’t allowed near because everyone had suddenly decided breathing too hard might kill him.Rest, Alec.Sit down, Alec.Don’t push yourself, Alec.People said his name carefully now, like he’d become fragile overnight.Like one wrong move would crack him

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Does she still love me.

    Denver.I couldn’t look away from her.Even after the room slowly started existing again around me, even after the music returned in dull fragments and conversations cautiously picked back up, my attention stayed fixed on Selena like every instinct I had was terrified she would disappear if I blinked too long.Seven years.And somehow my body still recognized her before my mind could catch up.Selena held my gaze for one last second after thanking me, then another surgeon approached her from the side, speaking quietly enough that I couldn’t hear the words.She turned toward him easily.Naturally.Like she hadn’t just shattered something inside me by walking back into my life.The surgeon smiled at something she said, and for the first time since seeing her again, I noticed the version of her the rest of the world had clearly gotten used to while I’d been stuck remembering who she used to be.Confident.Composed.Beautiful in a way that didn’t ask for attention anymore because it no lon

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Defiance.

    Selena.By the time I reach my room, my hands are still shaking.Not from fear.From him.From the way Alpha Denver’s fingers had barely brushed my skin and yet left a burn that refuses to fade. From the restraint in his eyes, the battle he fought so openly frightened me more than Christopher’s crue

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Entangled.

    Denver.I woke that morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door.I groaned, unwilling to open my eyes for another hour or two, but when the door opened and my beta walked in, I knew sleep was done for.“Good morning, Alpha,” Jacob greeted as he stepped further into the room.“Good morning,

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   I will know.

    SelenaI saw them before they saw me.They were hidden in a dark corner off the west corridor, where the torchlight barely reached and the stone walls swallowed every sound. My stomach clenched before I even realized I’d stopped walking.Christopher has Joyce pressed against the wall, his mouth on

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   All I See

    Denver.Christopher’s hand closes around her wrist before I can stop myself from noticing.It is not gentle. It is not ceremonial. It is the grip of ownership."What is happening here, Selena?" I wondered as I watched them close the distance between us.“Uncle,” Christopher says, drawing her forwar

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