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70. My Dirty Work
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His Beauty Her Beast 70. My Dirty Work
Rowan's POV I texted my men to be ready at the door. I sent them Billards’ picture.Yes, you heard right—my men.Most people in this room saw me as a polished CEO, the heir to a legacy. Suits, whiskey, contracts, board meetings—that’s the surface they get. But there’s another side, a much older, much sharper version of me that doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty.And for that, I have people. People who owe me, people who fear me, people who thrive in shadows where morality is just a word.It isn’t new. I’ve ordered things like this before. Competitors who thought they could cross me, business partners who suddenly forgot the meaning of loyalty, parasites who thought they could drain my empire and walk away with their heads high. They learned differently. I am no saint—never pretended to be. Saints don’t build empires. Saints don’t win wars.And yet, tonight feels different. I am making an exception. Not for business. Not for money. For her.Billards doesn’t know the magnitude of th
His Beauty Her Beast 69. Groomsman
Rowan's POV The phone buzzed on the nightstand like an impatient insect and I fumbled it awake with one eye open. Nina’s name flashed bright against the dark, because of course it did. There are only two types of calls that pull me out of bed before noon: crises and family. Today it was both, wrapped neatly into a single shrill demand that I be somewhere, now.“Where are you?” Nina’s voice came over the line already halfway to a reprimand. She was efficient like that—authority bundled in a high, urgent cadence that could startle the sun into setting earlier than scheduled.“You’re a groomsman. Don’t make me come to your house.”“I’m awake,” I said, more to buy time than to be honest. The truth was the mattress owned me for the last twelve hours; I had let it keep me because sleep dulled the edges of everything, including the grinding weight of other people’s expectations.But I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and went through the familiar motions of detachment. A show
His Beauty Her Beast 68. Nina's Wedding
Elena's POV I swear, if I survived today without strangling someone, it would be a miracle.“Daisies,” I hissed under my breath, glaring at the unfortunate florist standing in front of me. “I told you yesterday—yesterday, mind you—that Nina doesn’t want daisies. Not in the centerpieces, not in the bouquets, not anywhere. And what do I see? A table covered in daisies.”The man flinched, clutching his clipboard like it might save his life. “Sorry, ma’am, it was a mix-up at the supplier—”“I don’t care if the supplier had a spiritual crisis and ran away to the Himalayas,” I snapped, pointing toward the arrangements. “Change. Them. Out. Now.”“Yes, ma’am.” He scurried off like I’d set his shoes on fire.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. God, I was turning into a monster. Or maybe Nina’s insanity was contagious. At this point, I couldn’t tell anymore.The day had started before dawn, when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand. For one, blissful second I thought it
His Beauty Her Beast 67. Sibling's Talk
Elena's POV The days blurred into each other, like someone had thrown me onto a rollercoaster without asking if I wanted the ride. Up, down, loop after loop—there wasn’t a moment to breathe. It felt like every time I tried to catch up, something new landed on my shoulders, and before I could deal with it, Nina was already calling my name again. Tomorrow was her wedding. Tomorrow. The word alone made my chest feel tight. It wasn’t even my wedding, and yet I’d been dragged into every last detail like I’d been hired as her unpaid planner. Nina was relentless. She didn’t want to just supervise—she wanted perfection. And I, lucky me, had somehow become her right hand, the one she leaned on more than anyone else these past few days. If she noticed a ribbon out of place, she’d call me. If the cake delivery was five minutes late, she’d send me to call the bakery. If her bridesmaids’ shoes didn’t all match in shade, she wanted me to fix it. It was exhausting. And yet… there was somethin
His Beauty Her Beast 66. Idea
Rowan's POVI stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, the glass cool under my palm, my jaw tight enough to crack teeth.And what did I see below me?The biggest jackass in a ten-mile radius leaning down to kiss Elena like he had every goddamn right to.I narrowed my eyes, my chest burning with something I refused to call jealousy. But who the hell was I kidding? My blood was boiling so hot I swore steam was about to fog the glass.Damon fucking Volkov.His hand near her, his mouth brushing hers so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he didn’t know there was someone watching who wanted to march down those steps, grab him by the collar, and strangle him until that smug little green-flag smile of his turned into something less flattering—say, unconsciousness.“Biggest jackass alive,” I muttered under my breath, watching them part slowly. He had the audacity—the audacity—to smile at her afterward, all soft and careful, like he’d just blessed her with
His Beauty Her Beast 65. Goodmorning Love
Elena's POV The first thing I felt was heat. Not the uncomfortable kind, but the gentle warmth of sunlight streaming across my face. I groaned and buried my cheek deeper into the pillow, trying to hide from it, but it was too late. My body was awake even if my brain protested. I cracked my eyes open, squinting at the golden slant of light cutting through my curtains. The air smelled faintly of coffee and… was that bacon? I frowned, sitting up slowly, stretching my arms above my head until I heard the satisfying crack of my spine. My hair was a tangled mess, my T-shirt twisted around my waist from all the shifting I must’ve done in the night. The memory of last night flickered in—Damon asleep on the couch, the way he had pulled me down beside him, the word stay whispered so unconsciously that it had rooted me in place. I rubbed my face, shaking off the strange warmth still lingering from that memory. No. Not going there. Not this morning. Dragging myself out of bed, I went to
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