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Chapter 075
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2026-10-28 02:23:41
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The air in London is crisp and damp, smelling faintly of autumn rain and fallen leaves. It has been two months since I landed at Heathrow. Two months of waking up in a spacious, quiet flat in Kensington, surrounded by high ceilings, soft cream furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over a quiet, tree-lined street. Liam’s driver, an elderly man named Thomas, drops off fresh groceries every Tuesday. A private midwife arranged through the medical clinic down the road comes by twice a week to check my vitals. Everything is smooth, efficient, and painfully quiet. I stand in the center of the sunlit living room, holding a mug of warm chamomile tea between my hands. My stomach is still relatively flat, but when I press my palm against my lower abdomen, I can feel a faint, firm roundness beginning to form. My phone hums on the kitchen island. I set my tea down and walk over to pick it up. It’s a video call from Joan. I hit accept, and her glowing face fills the sc
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THREE WEEKS LATER The international departure terminal of the airport is loud, chaotic, and filled with the bright glare of overhead lights. I stand near the boarding gate, dressed in a loose black dress, a thick trench coat, and flat shoes. My small duffel bag rests beside my feet, containing everything I own in this world. Liam stands a few feet away, talking quietly into his phone in crisp, authoritative English, confirming the details of the driver who will be waiting for me at Heathrow Airport. He hangs up, slipping the phone into his pocket, and walks back over to where Joan and I are standing. "Everything is set," Liam says smoothly, giving me a reassuring nod. "The driver will meet you right outside customs with a sign bearing your name. He'll take you straight to the flat in Kensington. The keys are already with the building manager, and I've had the pantry stocked with fresh groceries." "Liam... I don't even know how to thank you," I say, my voice raspy with emo
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"Hey," he asks softly, his voice dropping into a quiet, genuine register. "Are you okay?" That single, simple question breaks whatever fragile dam was holding back the storm inside me. My vision blurs instantly. Hot, heavy tears burst from my eyes, spilling over my lashes and dripping down my pale cheeks. I press the palms of my hands against my face, my shoulders heaving violently as broken, shuddering sobs tear from my throat. "I'm sorry," I sob out, my voice thick, raspy, and completely unraveled. "I'm so sorry... I don't know what's happening... everything is just... everything is just happening so fast..." Liam doesn't pull back or look uncomfortably around the patio. Instead, he reaches across the table, grabbing a napkin and sliding it near my hand, keeping his posture calm, grounding, and patiently still while the wave of emotion crashes over me. "It's alright, Mara," he says quietly, his tone devoid of judgment. "Take a breath. You don't have to apologize for feel
In His Sheets Chapter 075
The morning sun filters through the cracked blinds of our flat, casting long, pale stripes across the wooden floor. I’m huddled over the edge of the bathroom sink, my knuckles turning white as I grip the porcelain, dry-heaving until my chest burns and tears stream down my cheeks. Six weeks. The tiny life growing inside me is real, a fragile secret anchored beneath my ribs. But every physical reminder—the relentless nausea, the sudden dizzy spells, the cold sweat that breaks out along my skin whenever I stand up too fast—serves as a brutal reminder of the man who threw me away. Take the money, leave the country, and start your life over. Adrian’s words echo in my mind like a prison sentence. The two million dollars sits in my account, a monstrous sum of blood money that I haven't touched and refuse to touch, yet it hangs over my head like a guillotine. He threatened me with corporate fraud and prison. He made it entirely clear that if I stay in this city, if I breathe the sam
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I stare down at the fresh glass of scotch Marcus sets in front of me, watching the amber liquid swirl against the ice. I bring it to my lips, ready to burn away the nagging thoughts in my head, when a heavy hand slams down on my shoulder. "Adrian? Is that you?" I freeze, my jaw clenching instinctively as I slowly turn my head. Standing beside my barstool is a man in a tailored charcoal suit, his jacket open, a wide grin spreading across his face. It takes my brain two seconds to match the face with the memory—Liam Vance. No relation to Elise or Julian's branch of the family; they just happen to share the same name, thank God. Liam was my roommate at Oxford during our undergraduate days before he moved to London to run his family's private equity firm. "Liam," I say, my baritone gravelly and flat. I don't smile, but I ease the tension in my shoulders slightly. "What the hell are you doing in the city?" "Board meeting for our northeast investors," Liam says, signaling Marc
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The past few days have been an absolute fucking nightmare. To say I am grumpy would be the understatement of the century. I am pissed, irritated, and on the verge of tearing this entire building down with my bare hands. Every single person who has had the misfortune of making eye contact with me today has practically backed away in terror, and I don't give a damn. I thought throwing myself back into work would fix it. I thought grinding my brain into the dirt with financial reports, board decks, and endless expansion plans would drown out the image of her face. But it isn't working. It isn't working at all. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Mara looking at me like I stole the air right out of her lungs. "Cancel all my meetings for the week, Grace," I bark as I march past the front desk, my stride so fast my coat billows behind me. Despite her age, Grace scurries after me, her heels clicking rapidly against the polished marble floor of the executive suite. "But sir,
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The taxi dropped me two blocks from Club Verona. I didn’t want anyone to see me getting out in front the bouncers had a habit of talking, and in this city, gossip spread faster than disease. The moment I stepped onto the pavement, the air changed. The night smelled like perfume, cigarette smoke, a
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Handsome didn’t quite cut it. He was stunning, the kind of man who made people stop mid-sentence without even realizing it. His hair was jet black, cut sharp at the sides, falling just enough over his forehead to make him look recklessly elegant. He stood at least six-foot-five, broad-shouldered w
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The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out into the afternoon air with the biggest grin I’d had in months. The sun hit my face, warm and sharp, and for once, it didn’t feel like the city was working against me. I had a job. Not just any job —an in. People in expensive shoes brushed past
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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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