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Fifty Three
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2025-10-08 23:21:22
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His Playmate Eighty Two
(Julia’s POV)I didn’t open the door.Not immediately. My hand hovered above the handle for what felt like forever. My heart was pounding so fast I thought he could hear it through the wall. I wanted to hide, to melt into the floor, to vanish completely. But I couldn’t.Because when Lucian said my name the third time, it wasn’t a command. It was almost a whisper. Tired. Soft. Dangerous.I opened the door.He stood there, barefoot, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his hair messy. His eyes looked heavy from sleep, but still sharp enough to make me flinch. He scanned me from head to toe, and then his gaze dropped to the box in my trembling hands.“What’s that?” he asked quietly.“Nothing,” I said too quickly. My voice cracked, betraying me instantly.He took a slow step forward. “Julia.”My grip on the box tightened. “I said it’s nothing.”His brows furrowed. “Don’t lie to me.”I swallowed hard, taking a step back. The wall was cold against my back, but his presence felt hotter than fire. I
His Playmate Eighty One
Got it ❤️Let’s begin.Here’s Chapter One (Julia’s POV) — starting directly with her waking up in Lucian’s arms. I’ll write it long, immersive, emotional, and vivid (around 2000+ words), then follow it with Chapter Two where she discovers everything inside the box and realizes the truth.---CHAPTER ONE — WAKING UP IN HIS ARMS(Julia’s POV)I woke up to warmth.Soft, steady, deep warmth — not from the blanket, not from the morning sun peeking through the curtains, but from a body pressed so close to mine that I could feel each breath that left his lungs. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My head was against something firm yet strangely comforting, and my heartbeat seemed to echo another’s.Lucian.It hit me so fast my body went rigid. His arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His fingers were tangled in the fabric of my shirt as if even unconscious, he couldn’t let me go. My mind screamed to move, to push him away, but my body... betrayed me.He was still as
His Playmate Eighty
Julia’s POVComing back here wasn’t out of free will. It was because he said so. Because Lucian always said so.And now I’m standing here again—alone, in his room, surrounded by silence so thick I could hear my own heart beating. The walls around me were dark, almost black, yet glinting faintly with embedded veins of gold and ruby. The dim chandelier above threw shards of amber light across the floor, painting everything with an expensive loneliness.I didn’t move. I didn’t even dare breathe too loudly. My back ached from standing too long, and disappointment crawled up my skin like a rash that refused to fade. I had thought tonight would be different. That maybe, for once, I could win something.I played that game—UNO—a thousand times before. I was good at it, fast and strategic. I’d even beaten him at it when we were younger. So when he suggested it again, I thought I had a chance. Foolish me.For one ridiculous moment, I believed I could win back my freedom with a few colored cards
His Playmate Seventy Nine
Lucian’s POV The sound of the last card hitting the table echoed louder than it should have. Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face as if she couldn’t process it. She had been so sure she would win. Her lips had curved in that small, victorious smile — the kind that could have melted a man’s resolve if he wasn’t built like stone. “Nice try, sweetheart,” I said, my voice rough with amusement. “But the game’s over.” Julia froze, her knuckles pale against the edge of the table. The color drained from her cheeks, and I could see that flicker of realization — the one that told me she’d lost more than just a round of Uno. She looked like she wanted to argue, to fight for a rematch, but all that came out was a shaky exhale. “I guess luck’s on your side,” she muttered, pushing her hair back. “No,” I corrected softly, “luck’s never on anyone’s side. Just strategy.” She glared at me, but I didn’t miss the way her throat moved when she swallowed — pride, frustration, fear,
His Playmate Seventy Eight
Andrew’s knock came just when I thought I could finally rest. “The Don wants to see you,” his deep voice echoed through the wooden door. My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I wondered if I’d done something wrong again. Maybe Yasmin had reported me. Maybe Lucian found out about something I didn’t even know I did. My stomach tightened as I glanced toward the small mirror hanging beside the bed. My reflection looked tired — dark circles, slightly pale lips, and a hint of fear that refused to leave my eyes no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. Lucian always had a way of shaking me without even being in the same room. I inhaled, straightened my uniform, and followed Andrew. He didn’t speak; he never did unless necessary. The corridor was silent except for our footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor. The lights were dim, casting shadows that danced along the walls like ghosts. It felt like walking into the lion’s den — again. “Where are we going?” I finally asked wh
His Playmate Seventy Seven
I sat there for a long time after Andrew left, staring at the closed door as silence settled again over the maids’ quarters. The echo of his words — “Someone wanted you specifically” — rang in my mind like an alarm I couldn’t turn off. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and exhaled shakily. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. The image of that man in the mall — the shock on his face when he saw me, the way his voice cracked when he said Vescari’s daughter — replayed over and over like a nightmare on loop. I could still smell the gunpowder, still hear Yasmin’s scream when the gun went off. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t mean to shoot him. I didn’t even know how to fire a gun — I’d just wanted to push it away from him. But the sound of the shot, the way his body fell… it burned into my memory. I’d killed someone. At least, I thought I did. And now, sitting here, all I felt was numbness. The other maids had left, their laughter fading into the distance. Only faint murmurs came
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