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Angela.

Morning sickness was a misnomer, I discovered. It should be called "all day, every day, particularly when you're trying to lead an important board meeting" sickness.

I was twelve weeks pregnant now, and while the nausea was starting to ease, I still found myself keeping crackers in every drawer and a bottle of ginger ale permanently within reach.

"Are you sure you're okay to do this presentation?" Jennifer asked, hovering anxiously as I prepared for our quarterly donor meeting.

"I'm fine," I assured her, even as my stomach did a queasy flip. "The baby and I are a team. We've got this."

The presentation went well, despite my having to pause twice for water breaks. Our donors were thrilled with the foundation's progress—we'd now expanded to five cities, awarded over one hundred scholarships, and launched three new programs including the art therapy initiative that was changing lives across the country.

After the meeting, I returned to my office to find Damien waiting, a co
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  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   6

    BELLA I woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and, for one blissful moment, forgot where I was. Then memory crashed back—Marcus, running, hiding, two identical men with gray eyes who'd found me and brought me here. To their penthouse. I sat up slowly, my body protesting. Everything hurt—ribs, arms, the persistent ache in my jaw where Marcus had backhanded me four days ago. But I was clean, warm, and safe. For now. The room was exactly as I remembered: luxury I didn't deserve, comfort I didn't trust. On the nightstand, someone had left a glass of water and two pain pills with a note in masculine handwriting: *For the pain. -A* Alex. The older twin. The intense one. I took the pills, grateful, then made my way to the bathroom. The mirror showed the same bruised face, but my eyes looked less hollow after a few hours of real sleep. The yoga pants and sweater from last night were rumpled, and I remembered Amanda—their mother—kept clothes here. The closet reveal

  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   5

    ALEX. Marcus Hartley. The name echoed in my head as I sat in my home office, fingers flying across my keyboard while Nick stayed with Bella in the kitchen. We'd divided responsibilities without discussion—Nick keeping her calm and comfortable while I did what I did best: investigation and threat assessment. What I found in the first ten minutes made my blood boil. Marcus Hartley, 35, heir to the Hartley Industries fortune. Princeton educated, board member of half a dozen charitable organizations, photographed regularly at high-society events with a different beautiful woman on his arm every few months. Except for the past three years. For the past three years, there'd been one woman: Isabelle Morrison. Bella. I pulled up photos from society pages, charity galas, art gallery openings. In every single one, Bella stood beside Marcus, perfectly styled, perfectly poised, and completely lifeless. Her smile never reached her eyes. Her body language screamed discomfort even as she playe

  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   4

    BELLA The car was expensive. Of course it was. Everything about these men screamed wealth and power—from their perfectly tailored clothes to the way they moved with absolute confidence, like they owned every space they entered. Because they probably did. I sat in the back seat, Alex driving while Nick had insisted on sitting beside me instead of up front. "So you don't feel like a prisoner being transported," he'd said with a gentle smile that I didn't trust. I didn't trust anything anymore. The city passed by in a blur of lights, and I realized I had no idea where they were taking me. Panic started to claw at my throat. "Where are we going?" My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Our place," Alex said from the front, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "It's secure, private, and has everything you need. Guest room, bathroom, food. You can lock the door from the inside if it makes you feel safer." A lock I controlled. That was... something. "I can't stay long," I

  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   3

    NICK I'd been halfway through a particularly intense scene with the Jacobsons when Alex's text came through. The vibration against my thigh made me pause, and something in my gut told me to check it immediately. *Storage area, camera 12. Someone's hiding. Meet me there.* I excused myself quickly—the Jacobsons understood, knew Alex and I co-owned the club—and made my way through the service corridors, my mind already running through possibilities. Industrial espionage? A stalker targeting one of our members? Some teenager on a dare? What I found was none of those things. I slipped into the storage room to find Alex in the middle of what appeared to be a very delicate negotiation with shadows and boxes. His posture was tense but carefully controlled—the same stance he'd use when approaching a spooked horse or a traumatized victim in one of our security cases. I stayed quiet, letting Alex take the lead. We'd always had this unspoken communication, even as kids. He was the pla

  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   2.

    BELLA *Three days earlier* The rain was cold against my face as I ran, each droplet feeling like tiny needles on my bruised skin. My lungs burned, my ribs screamed in protest, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, Marcus would find me. And if Marcus found me, I was dead. I ducked into an alley, pressing myself against the wet brick wall, trying to make myself invisible. My whole body shook—from cold, from fear, from three years of accumulated terror finally reaching its breaking point. The breaking point had been two nights ago. Marcus coming home drunk, angrier than usual. Something about a business deal falling through, money lost, reputation damaged. As if any of that was my fault. As if I controlled anything in my life anymore. I touched my split lip gingerly, wincing. That had been from his ring—the platinum band he wore on his right hand, the one that left marks he could later explain away as my clumsiness. *Bella's so clumsy, always walking into doors.* People believed it be

  • Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy   1.

    Alex. The bass thrummed through the walls of Club Gold, a steady pulse that matched the beat of my heart as I watched the scene unfolding on the main floor. Nick stood beside me in our private observation room, his shoulder nearly touching mine—the way it had been since we were seven minutes younger than me in our mother's womb. Through the one-way glass, the club sprawled below us in all its decadent glory. Dim red lighting cast shadows across leather furniture and polished steel fixtures. Bodies moved in choreographed scenes of power exchange—some gentle and sensual, others intense and primal. The air down there would be thick with desire, sweat, and the heady scent of expensive cologne mingling with leather. "She's beautiful," Nick murmured, gesturing toward a blonde submissive kneeling gracefully between two Doms. Her head was bowed, her hands positioned perfectly behind her back, every line of her body speaking of training and submission. "But she's not ours." I took a si

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