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The Full Recording Part II
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2026-10-13 20:21:19
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Diana didn't bother with a greeting when her father answered."Tell me you didn't buy that apology.""The market did," Marcus replied. She heard papers shuffling on his desk. "Moreau Group stock is up two points. And noon came and went, Diana. I have three board members asking why Audrey is still on the org chart.""Then give them a reason to stop asking. Roman Moreau handed her a pass, but she hasn't earned it." Diana crossed to the window and looked down at the street. "If you want her in that chair, make her prove she deserves it where everyone can see."Silence stretched between them.Then Marcus asked, "What are you thinking?""Valmont."He let out a low whistle. "That's a hell of a test.""Isn't that the point?"☆☆☆☆☆Audrey was halfway through her second cup of jasmine tea when her phone rang.Marcus Sinclair."Your deadline is extended," Marcus said without a greeting.She carefully set down her cup. "Because of Roman's press conference?""Because his little speech bought you
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare The Full Recording Part II
He covered the pot, lowered the heat, wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, and took her hand. Gently, he led her to the living room and settled her on the couch.Then he pulled out his phone and pressed play on an audio file.“Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”Audrey went still. She recognized Regina's smug voice immediately.“I got the husband. I got the necklace. I got everything you were too stupid to hold onto. And you? You got a dead baby and a pity fuck from your husband's brother. Real upgrade.”It was the recording from the night of the gala. Audrey remembered how deeply Regina's words had hurt her, but she'd managed to move past them.Then Roman's voice filled the room.“Greenfield Assisted Living. Room 114. Third floor, west wing, corner room with the window that faces the garden. Your grandmother has been there eleven months now, hasn't she? Nurses say she likes it when someone reads to her in the afternoons, since she can't really speak anymore. Regina, I'll make sure you
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare The Full Recording Part I
A pan clattered somewhere in her apartment, and Audrey’s eyes snapped open. The room was dim with the first light of dawn. The rain had finally stopped, but her heart was already pounding before she was fully awake. Then came another sound. A cabinet door. Followed by footsteps.Someone was in her house.Just like that, the sleep vanished from her eyes. She slid out of bed, grabbed the first thing she could find—a heavy candlestick from her nightstand—and crept down the hallway barefoot. Her thumb rubbed nervously against her wrist.Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.As she approached the living room, she realized the sounds were coming from her kitchen. The burglar was in her kitchen. What kind of burglar went to the kitchen first? Could they be looking for a knife?Audrey swallowed hard and tightened her grip on the candlestick. She peeked around the corner, ready to swing with all her strength before the intruder could attack.Then she saw who it was.Roman stood at her stove,
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Roman's cold, authoritative voice filled the dark room."Regina, I'll make sure your grandmother spends her final years alone in a remote hospice where nobody will find her. Not even you."The recording stopped.Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the relentless rain lashing against the windows.Audrey sat against the headboard, staring blankly into space. The thin cotton of her shirt clung lightly to her skin, and the lingering scent of jasmine tea and soap did nothing to soften the bitter realization settling over her.Roman Moreau had just been caught threatening an elderly woman. An elderly woman who had dementia.And by morning, the entire city would be ready to tear him apart."This is bullshit."Roman tossed the phone onto the rumpled duvet, his expression infuriatingly calm."This is a non-issue. I made an empty threat to Regina, and now the entire city will pretend I actually planned to abandon her grandmother in some remote hospice." He scoffed. "Seattle loves a
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare The Recording
It wasn’t urgent. It was slow, deliberate and sensual. His mouth opened under hers with a quiet sigh of relief. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair, careful not to pull. When she drew back he was watching her with an expression that was strange to see on Roman Moreau's face– vulnerable.“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.“I don’t.”She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. Cool air touched her skin. Roman’s gaze moved over her without hurry, without the predatory sharpness he sometimes carried in public. He looked at her with want and need in his eyes. Like he had wanted this for a long time and still couldn't quite believe is within reach. She reached for the buttons of his shirt. His hands stayed at his sides, letting her undo them one by one until the fabric fell open. The tattoo over his ribs–black serpent coiled around a dagger–caught the candlelight. She traced it with one fingertip. He exhaled through his nose, a controlled
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The storm hit exactly one hour after they left the hospice.One moment the road was just wet. The next, rain came down in heavy, endless sheets that turned the road into a black river. A pine tree snapped the power line fifty yards ahead with a sound like bones breaking. Sparks flashed white and died. Streetlamps blinked out one after another until the only light left was the car’s headlights cutting through the dark.Roman didn’t say a word. He simply slowed, checked the mirrors, and said in that low, even voice of his, “There’s a place half a mile up. Six rooms. They still had vacancy the last time I checked.”Audrey’s fingers stayed locked around the folder in her lap–the one with Parker’s ruined stamp and that faint older seal underneath. She didn’t ask how he knew about the inn. She only nodded, her throat feeling tight.The building looked exhausted even in the dark. Paint peeling in long grey strips. The vacancy sign flickered once and died the second they pulled under the over
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