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CHAPTER 143 — BLOOD TIES
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2026-07-30 02:37:58
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I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 146 — GHOSTS OF THE PAST
PRESENTPARIS, FRANCEMy body still carries the weight of the weekend like a war medal. Saturday exhausted me in every way imaginable. The marble bathtub where he led me for a bath remains in my memory; I relaxed so much that I collapsed from exhaustion. The hot water and his fingers pulling the last breath out of me are still etched into my skin.Sunday was a soft contrast: silk sheets, his lazy lips tracing my contours, a French film he insisted was "essential" playing as background noise while I dozed against his chest.He can't be Olivier, the man who gives me the best orgasms, who planned a weekend like that to be with me. He can't be the man I'm destined to kill.The one who, little by little, no matter how much I deny it, is gaining a place in my heart.Today, we woke up early — too early for my taste — and he dropped me off at the studio with a kiss that promised things no boss should promise an employee. I had to push him out before my team arrived, his dark eyes laughing at
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 145 — THE WEB AND THE TRAP
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I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 144 — BETWEEN DESIRE AND CONTROL
The glass of my office window is cold beneath my fingers.For the fifth time in less than ten minutes, I check the clock.9:47.Elizabeth is late.For anyone else, that would go unnoticed. For her, no. Punctuality was never just a detail; it was part of who she was.The coffee I'm holding has already gone cold.A double espresso with a pinch of cinnamon.I discovered this habit during the mornings in my apartment, when she would make her own coffee, still sleepy, hair messy, movements slow, as if the world hadn't fully woken up yet.Then she appears.She emerges between two black BMWs, walking quickly toward the Maison entrance.The cobalt blue Dior dress follows every step without hiding the elegance. The side slit reveals a glimpse of her legs before disappearing again. Her loose hair sways in the wind, exactly how I like it.My heart races.Ridiculous.Before I can think better of it, I'm already out of the office, glass in hand.The coffee has become just an excuse.I want to see
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 143 — BLOOD TIES
The noise rips me from sleep like a knife.Before I even open my eyes fully, my hand is already on the Glock under the pillow. My body reacts before my mind. Years of training don't disappear, not even after a restless night.I leave the bedroom in combat stance, the weapon firm in my hands, muscles ready to strike. My left hand, bandaged after the glass shattered in the sink when I received Michael's message, pulses with pain. I ignore it.Only to come face to face with..."Vasily?"My brother stands in the center of the room, impeccable in his black suit, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the window.Before I can understand what's happening, the door opens again.Yakov enters.His heavy footsteps echo through the silent apartment."What the hell?!" I lower the weapon, though adrenaline still courses through my body. "Couldn't you have warned me you were breaking into my apartment?"The time zones should have made that impossible.Yakov took off from New York in his
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 142 — OMEN OF DISASTER
PIERREThe weekend evaporated too quickly.Monday arrives without mercy.I'm standing in the underground parking lot of the Ritz, after spending nearly three hours trapped in a meeting room surrounded by gold walls and burgundy velvet curtains. The air conditioning had turned the space into a cold chamber, but nothing was enough to erase the memory of the heat of her body against mine.I can still taste the skin of her neck.The low sound that escaped her lips when my teeth found that spot between her shoulder and neck still echoes in my head.Beside me, Antoine talks nonstop.His fingers drum on the red briefcase he received from his sister years ago, while he lists numbers, schedules, and strategies."If we delay production in Milan by two weeks, we can reallocate the budget to the digital campaign without sacrificing the Tokyo launch."His voice carries the same precision as always. The same he had at Harvard, when we spent nights planning how to turn the Maison into something bigg
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 141 — THE SHADOW THAT NEVER DIES
ELIZABETHPRESENTPARIS, FRANCEThe weekend at his house had been intense, intoxicating… and ended far too quickly.I barely had the chance to speak with my brothers and our soldiers about the investigation across the city regarding the Black Hand and Olivier before they left. Pierre barely let me leave the bedroom—the man is insatiable, keeping us imprisoned in the room like prisoners of our own desires.The curtains remained drawn.The phone turned off.The world outside, forgotten.He devoured me entirely, leaving marks that weren't just on my skin but on my soul. And today I can barely walk without feeling the weight of every touch, every bite, every promise whispered in the dark.I made my interest in Paris clear during our drive to Maison. With carefully calculated questions about architecture, about the bistros hidden in alleyways, and about the places only true Parisians know.But since we arrived at Maison, he disappeared.We're in a race against time to launch the new collec
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