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The Girl Who Vanished
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His Contract Mistress The Edge of Flight
Wind tore across the sand as the black helicopter descended, its rotors scattering smoke and salt spray. Aria raised an arm to shield her face; the air burned with grit and the smell of fuel. Beside her, Ethan steadied himself against the wind, eyes narrowed to slits.“Stay behind me,” he said.She didn’t move. “You can’t keep saying that.”The machine settled halfway between them and the dying fire on the ridge. Its search-light swept the shoreline once, then fixed on them like a single white eye. A hatch slid open. A woman in a flight suit leaned out, shouting over the roar, “Are you Blackwood and Morgan?”Ethan shouted back, “Who are you?”“Your only exit!”The engines pulsed harder, demanding a decision. Above the surf, faint echoes of gunfire drifted down from the cliffs. The Syndicate hadn’t given up.The ChoiceAria turned to Ethan. “If we get in that thing, we might never know who’s flying it.”“If we don’t,” he answered, “we’ll never know anything again.”She hesitated. For o
His Contract Mistress The Convergence
The morning broke pale and thin over Porto Santo, light seeping through the cloud cover like water through cracks in stone. The Silas Institute sat at the island’s highest ridge, its broken windows glinting faintly. From below it looked dead. From inside, Aria Morgan could feel the slow, stubborn pulse of machines still breathing in the dark.She followed Dr Clara Voss down a stairwell that smelled of rust and brine. The air was heavy with the residue of chemicals, the hum of backup generators echoing through the halls.“Your mother built most of this herself,” Clara said quietly. “She believed information could outlive blood.”“And Ethan believed blood could control information,” Aria answered.Neither spoke again until they reached the lower level. Rows of glass tubes lined the corridor, each one fogged from within, each tagged with a code. Most were empty; some held fragments—vials, samples, names half-erased by mold.Aria’s stomach twisted. “These were… people?”“Prototypes,” Clar
His Contract Mistress The Sea Between Us
The waves whispered against the hull as the boat drifted through open water. Aria sat at the stern, the cold wind tangling her hair, her hands gripping the edge of her coat. Lisbon was a smudge of gold far behind her now—its lights fading like a memory she wasn’t sure had ever been real.The captain, an old man with skin tanned by decades of sun, stood at the helm, humming to himself in Portuguese. He hadn’t asked questions when she boarded. She’d given him a wad of euros and a destination scribbled on paper: Porto Santo.He only nodded and said, “Long night, menina?”She had smiled faintly, too tired to lie. “The longest.”Now, in the gray light of dawn, the adrenaline was gone. All that was left was the ache.Her body hurt in places she hadn’t known could hurt. Her heart most of all.The Ghost of HimEvery time she closed her eyes, she saw Ethan. His face in the café window. His voice over the gunfire. The way he said too latebefore disappearing into chaos.Part of her still expecte
His Contract Mistress The Man Who Wouldn’t Let Go
The ocean wind swept through the narrow Lisbon streets, carrying the scent of salt and diesel and rain-washed stone. Aria walked fast, her hood drawn low over her face. The morning sun was soft and gold, but her nerves buzzed like static.Every instinct told her she was being watched.She passed a café with blue-tiled walls, its windows fogged from the warmth inside. People laughed over coffee and pastel de nata. The normalcy of it all ached.She slipped into a corner seat, her back to the wall, her laptop open.Her fingers trembled as she reconnected to the encrypted archive Nathaniel had exposed. The words Project Silas pulsed in the header, stark black against white.She clicked.The FileA video opened—grainy footage, time-stamped fifteen years ago.A man in a lab coat was speaking into the camera, his face shadowed. “Phase One concluded. The genetic material was stabilized. Subject C has approved continuation under her daughter’s identity—Subject A.M.—to preserve access to Blackw
His Contract Mistress The Girl Who Vanished
The rain hadn’t stopped. It fell in soft, endless sheets, turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon. Aria walked without knowing where she was going, her boots splashing through puddles, her body numb from exhaustion. Her mind replayed the last hour in pieces—Ethan’s eyes when he saw her, Nathaniel’s voice, the folder with her name written over and over.By the time she reached the edge of the city, dawn had begun to break.The skyline bled gold and gray.A cab slowed near the curb, its driver eyeing her warily. “Miss, you all right?”She hesitated. Her reflection in the window was a ghost—hair wet, mascara smudged, a bruise shadowing her jaw where Ethan’s grip had been too tight the night before.“Airport,” she said hoarsely. “Any terminal.”The driver nodded. “Rough night?”“You have no idea.”The EscapeShe paid him in cash from her coat pocket—Ethan’s money, though it felt like stolen currency now—and stepped out beneath the flood of terminal lights.Inside, the airport bu
His Contract Mistress The Truth Beneath the Ashes
The fire in Nathaniel’s study had burned low, its light flickering against the tall windows. Aria sat at the desk, the folder he had left in front of her unopened.Outside, rain drummed softly against the glass, the rhythm steady as a heartbeat.She stared at the folder for a long time. A single word was stamped across the cover in bold, black ink.BLACKWOOD.It felt like the name itself carried weight, like saying it aloud might summon the storm.Her fingers shook as she reached for it.The FileInside were photographs—grainy, old, some taken overseas. Ethan with men she didn’t recognize. Some meetings looked formal, others dangerous. In one, he was shaking hands with a man wearing a black ring carved with the same dagger-and-circle emblem from the files she’d seen.She turned the pages. There were transactions in multiple currencies, hidden companies, and government seals she didn’t understand. But every few pages, one thing repeated.Her name.Aria Morgan. Linked to numbered accoun
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