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What really happened that night?
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2026-10-09 06:13:52
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Heir Of Deception Beyond The Contract
“Look, if you don’t want to go, we can make an appearance and leave early. Or we can skip the whole thing.”I was taken aback. “You’d do that?”“Of course.”“But it’s your family’s event.”“And you’re my wife.”The ache returned, sharper this time.I wanted to tell him that he made this marriage easier than it had any right to be. That his thoughtfulness sometimes frightened me more than Lucien’s intensity because I could imagine getting used to it.I wanted to tell him that I was sorry. Instead, I reached across the island and stole a piece of chicken from his plate.He stared at me.“Seriously?”“Marriage is about sharing.”“That’s not what you said when I asked for a bite of your dessert last week.”“I was protecting you from unnecessary sugar.”“You ate the entire thing!”“And look how healthy you are.”He shook his head, grinning.For the rest of dinner, we argued about terrible films, embarrassing childhood stories, and whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Micah confessed that h
Heir Of Deception Kiss the Chef
If there was one thing I had learned about Micah, it was that he could make the simplest things, like dinner, a whole big deal.I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Micah Blackwood move around the stove with the confidence of a man who had never burned a meal.He was wearing a black T-shirt, grey sweatpants, and an apron that read Kiss the Chef.I stared at it. Then at him. Then back at the apron.“Please tell me that doesn’t belong to you.”Micah glanced down at his chest. “What?”“The apron.”He looked offended. “What’s wrong with it?”“Nothing. I was just wondering what the main focus is supposed to be. The chef or the meal?”I glanced at his apron once again and scrunched my nose. “What a hideous apron.”He laughed, shaking his head as he stirred something in a saucepan.“Careful, Mrs. Blackwood. Insult the chef and you might end up eating cereal.”Mrs. Blackwood. It landed oddly, two words that sounded entirely different depending on whose mouth they came o
Heir Of Deception The Things They Don't Say.
I did not sleep. I couldn’t. That was the first problem with choosing with my head: it kept me up all night arguing with my heart, and my heart, unlike my head, had no concept of closing arguments.By six, I’d given up on the ceiling. By seven, I was dressed in a charcoal pantsuit sharp enough to double as armor and slipping out of the house before anyone else was awake. On the way past the dining room, I caught sight of a sticky note on the table, stuck to Micah’s half-finished mug in his truly terrible handwriting.Pasta tonight? I’m cooking. Don’t say no.I ate that note’s worth of guilt for breakfast.Stella met me at the elevator with a coffee in each hand, took a glance at me, and shook her head.“You look like you lost an argument with a pillow.”“The pillow cheated.” I took the coffee gratefully. “Anything from Asher?”“He texted at four a.m. Quote, still digging, tell her to drink water. Unquote.” She handed me my tablet. “I believe that’s his version of a hug.”“It’s better
Heir Of Deception The Things We Cannot Choose
“No, Aria. I don't.”He said it without hesitation.“I remember searching everywhere for you afterward. I wanted to find you again, and I had no idea who you were or where you came from. Who knew you'd turn out to be Sebastian's daughter and, eventually, my daughter-in-law?”He said the last part as though the words tasted like poison.Then his gaze settled on me, unwavering.“You don't know how hard I've tried to stay away from you, Aria. How many times I've told myself you're off-limits. How many times I've reminded myself that you're Micah's wife.”He dragged a hand through his hair and sighed.“I tried to convince myself that what I felt was temporary. That it was the circumstances, the attraction, the fact that I never expected to see you again after that night. I thought if I kept my distance, whatever this was would eventually disappear.”“And did it?”His laugh was humorless.“Look at me and tell me what you think.”I couldn't.Because the truth was written all over his face,
Heir Of Deception Not This Time
For a moment, we sat in silence.I stared at Lucien, trying to reconcile the man sitting in front of me with the young man who had once trusted my mother enough to consider her a sister.She had ruined three lives and gotten away with it. That was what made me angriest. She had destroyed everything the first time and walked away without consequences. Now she was back, ready to ruin lives all over again.I pulled out my phone.I wouldn't let her have her way. Not this time.Lucien's eyes followed the movement. “What are you doing?”“Calling my ace.”“Who?”“Asher.”I scrolled through my contacts and pressed his number. He answered on the first ring.“Little boss.” His familiar, cocky voice came through the speaker. “If this is about the office, I'd like to remind you that I'm still waiting for my very generous working conditions to be improved.”I rolled my eyes. “Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”“Not particularly. It's one of my most charming qualities.”I couldn't see
Heir Of Deception Who’s helping her?
Aria’s POVBy the time Lucien finished telling me about the glass of water, I had stopped breathing properly.He told it flatly, the way you recite a thing you’ve rehearsed a thousand times in the dark so it can never ambush you again. The takeout. The picture from the beach. The floor tilting. The punch that had split his lip before he’d even understood what he was being accused of. He left out the worst of it, I think. I didn’t ask him to put it back in.“She drugged you,” I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. “My mother drugged you.”“She tried to.” He clenched his jaw. “There’s a difference, and I’ve spent a long time holding on to it.”“But she did!”I stood before I knew I was standing, some stupid, instinctive part of me wanting to cross the room and do something with my hands. He lifted one palm, just slightly, and I stopped.“I didn’t tell you for sympathy, Aria.”“Then why?”“Because you asked what kind of woman she is. That’s the answer.”I sat back down. T
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