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Chapter 031
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Julian’s hand paused over the paper, the pen hovering a fraction of an inch above the blank page. He let out a low, dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Love, if we're going to conspire, we're going to do it right. I'm wealthy, not reckless." He tossed the Montblanc pen back onto the desk, picked up his smartphone, and tapped the screen on speaker. "Alistair," Julian said the moment the call connected. A crisp, impeccably dry British voice crackled through the speaker. "Mr. Vance. It is a bit early for a Monday morning. I trust this isn't about another parking dispute at your townhouse?" "Worse. I need a non-disclosure, risk-mitigation, and temporary partnership agreement drawn up immediately," Julian commanded, leaning his hip against the edge of the desk while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Strictly confidential. I want an airtight mutual termination clause, a predetermined public exit strategy citing irreconcilable career paths, and zero liability clauses attached to th
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"Condition one," I held up a finger, keeping my voice firm. "I need fifteen thousand dollars in cash delivered to St. Jude’s Hospital by two o'clock today. Ten thousand for my mother's ICU deposit, and five thousand for Joan to hold for her immediate needs. Not an offshore account tomorrow—today." "Done," Julian said without missing a beat. "And the rest?" "Condition two," I held up a second finger. "You don't touch Adrian's primary server interface directly. I am not handing you open admin access that traces directly back to my terminal ID. I will give you filtered, high-level structural logs of Project Alpha—enough for you to outbid him on the downtown property, but not enough to trigger his automatic security alarms while I'm still sitting at my desk." Julian frowned slightly, evaluating the tactical risk. "That limits my scope." "Take it or leave it. I'm not going to prison before my mother even wakes up." "Fair enough," he conceded, nodding slowly. "And condition th
In His Sheets Chapter 031
The air in the suite turned ice-cold, despite the bright morning sun pouring through the windows. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my chin up, keeping my face a stone-hard mask. "Julian! What a surprise. You must be confused. My name is Elizabeth. If this is some bizarre high-society joke—" "Save it, love," Julian interrupted softly, taking a leisurely sip from his glass. He set it down on a glass side table with a light, deliberate clink, then walked toward me. His steps were slow, unhurried, dripping with the effortless confidence of a man holding all the cards. He stopped just two feet away. Up close, his bright blue eyes weren't warm anymore—they were razor-sharp, sparkling with a terrifying, playful intelligence. . "Mara Collins," he murmured, his British accent smoothing over my real name like silk. "Twenty-four years old. Lives in a crumbling three-story walk-up on the east side. Daughter of Mathew and Elena Collins, father died
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The morning light filtering through the high, arched windows of St. Jude’s Intensive Care Unit was cold, clinical, and completely unforgiving. I stood by my mother’s bed, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her thin chest. The steady, mechanical beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor was the only anchor holding me to reality. I gently reached down, smoothing a gray strand of hair away from her pale forehead. Her skin was still entirely too cool, her face relaxed in a state of peace that terrified me far more than her feverish panic ever had. "I'm going to fix this, Mama," I whispered, leaning down until my lips brushed her temple. "I don't care what I have to do, or who I have to lie to. You're going to get the best care in this city. I promise you." She didn't move. She couldn't hear me. But saying the words out loud made them feel achievable. I turned slowly, stepping out into the dim hallway where Joan was sitting on the edge of a vinyl bench, rubbing the sleep from her
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The quiet halls of the hospital floor were suddenly broken by the heavy, rhythmic squeak of sneakers echoing down the corridor from the elevator bay. It was past midnight; the floor should have been entirely locked down to visitors. I turned my head toward the sound, expecting a nurse or an orderly. Instead, a young man wearing a plain black baseball cap and a nondescript dark hoodie stepped into the dim light of the waiting room. He didn't look like he belonged in a hospital, and his eyes immediately scanned the empty plastic chairs before locking directly onto me standing by the window. He walked briskly toward me. Before I could even open my mouth to ask who he was, he stopped a foot away, reached into his pocket, and grabbed my hand. He pressed a heavy, metallic object into my palm, along with a small, folded piece of thick cream paper. I blinked, looking down. It was an electronic hotel key card, stamped with the gold embossed logo of the Grand Regent—but the room n
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The yellow cab tore through the city streets, weaving violently between lanes, but to my frantic mind, it felt like we were moving through wet cement. Every red light was a personal insult; every brake tap from the driver sent a jolt of pure terror straight to my chest. I sat hunched over in the backseat, my fingers digging so hard into the fabric of my cheap handbag that my knuckles turned white. The bandage on my palm from the day before had started to peel at the edges, the small cut stinging sharply, but I barely felt it. Please let her be okay. Please just let her keep breathing. And I had failed. I had spent the day sleeping in a billionaire's bed while my mother lay dying on the floor. "We're here, lady," the driver muttered, pulling up to the chaotic, neon-lit emergency entrance of St. Jude’s General Hospital. I didn't even check the meter. I threw my last fifty-dollar bill at the front seat and threw the door open before the tires had fully stopped rolling. Th
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By eight, I was already in front of Clara’s office building, Allegra Group, sweaty palms, thrift-store blouse, and all.Stella, the assistant with the sharp bob and sharper attitude, escorted me into a glass-walled conference room. A few staff members were already seated, murmuring over schedules
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The club was half-full, the usual Sunday crowd men with tired yet excited faces, women in tight dresses, coming in for their weekend hangout. Who even drinks alcohol this early hours of the day, it’s not even up to 5pm yet, the music just loud enough to keep people awake and raise their voice ten t
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Grinding from ear to ear as I walked towards where everybody was gathered, Clara stood in the center, addressing us for a job well done and handing out out our paychecks, the event had finally come to an end without any of my lies blowing up in my face, which I will count as a huge win. “Mara, you
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I am fucking tired.If I have to serve one more sorry-ass, rude rich couple with their fake smiles and diamond-studded entitlement, I might as well just throw myself under the next delivery truck.My life is nothing but hell — working four jobs, unpaid bills, student loans, a sick mother, and a lan
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