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Chapter 18
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The mansion was too quiet. Morning light slid through the tall windows, pale and uncertain, painting long gold lines across the marble floor. Kiki sat at the table, untouched tea cooling in front of her.Eric hadn’t come down for breakfast. Again.Her fingers toyed with the edge of the cup as she tried not to remember the night before—how close they’d stood, how his voice had dropped to a whisper that felt like a promise. It had been too much, too honest, and now the silence between them was louder than any argument could have been.When she finally rose, intending to leave the dining room, the sound of his footsteps stopped her.Eric stood in the doorway, jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes darker than the coffee he hadn’t yet poured.“You didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.“Neither did you,” she replied.He gave a small, humorless laugh. “Seems we’re good at losing sleep over things we shouldn’t.”Something in his tone—cold, careful—scraped against her chest. “Is that what last night
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The mansion slept in silence, wrapped in shadows and the faint hum of distant rain. The clock in the corridor struck midnight, its echo slipping through the walls like a whisper too soft to carry meaning—except to two souls who could not sleep.Kiki sat by her window, her knees drawn close to her chest. The world outside shimmered faintly with silver light. She should have been resting, but her thoughts were restless, wandering back to the sound of Eric’s voice, the flash of hurt behind his drunken words.“Maybe I just want to use you until you break.”She could still hear it—sharp, painful, trembling. Yet beneath that cruel sentence had been something fragile, something she couldn’t name. And that was what haunted her most.A knock came, soft but firm.Her heart stopped. She didn’t need to ask who it was. Only one person in the mansion knocked like that—impatiently but careful enough not to break her.“Come in,” she whispered.The door opened, and Eric stepped inside. The light caugh
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Morning came too softly for a night that had ended in such chaos.The golden light spilling across the mansion floorboards felt almost cruel — too calm, too gentle, when Kiki’s heart hadn’t stopped trembling since the moment she’d left Eric on the couch.She didn’t sleep much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him — the way his voice cracked when he’d said he didn’t know if he liked her, the way his gaze lingered like a silent apology he couldn’t voice.Now, standing by her window in one of the soft dresses he’d given her, she wondered what it all meant. What they meant.Downstairs, the clatter of dishes and the faint murmur of the staff broke the morning stillness.She hesitated before going down, smoothing her dress as if it could hide the confusion still written on her face.Eric was already there.Crisp white shirt, black trousers, his usual composure restored — at least on the outside. But the moment she entered, his hand paused halfway to his coffee cup.Their eyes met.To
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Days slipped by, but the night they spent together refused to fade. It lingered in the air between them like the soft echo of a song neither could forget.Eric told himself it was a mistake — that it had been comfort, curiosity, loneliness — anything but what it truly was. But denial had its limits. Every time he saw her, every time her laughter filled the empty corridors of his house, his chest tightened with something dangerously close to longing.And Kiki felt it too. She tried to convince herself that what happened meant nothing, that Eric Reigns was still the same cold, unreachable man. Yet her heart betrayed her every time he looked at her — too long, too quietly, as if memorizing her without meaning to.The Reigns mansion had become a silent witness to something delicate growing between them — fragile, unpredictable, and real.It began on an ordinary morning. Kiki was in the kitchen, standing barefoot in front of the counter with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. The early
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The silence between them lingered like smoke — thick, suffocating, impossible to escape.Eric sat motionless, his gaze unfocused, jaw tight, breathing shallow. The faint glow from the fireplace traced the edges of his face, softening what the world always called unbreakable.Kiki stayed kneeling before him, her fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. She could feel the tremor in his chest beneath her touch.“Why are you still here?” he whispered, his voice so low it almost disappeared in the crackle of the flames.Kiki hesitated. “Because you need someone to be.”He gave a dry, broken laugh. “You think I need saving?”She shook her head slowly. “No. I think you need to stop pretending you don’t.”His eyes snapped to hers — sharp, wounded, burning. “You don’t understand, Kiki. Everything I touch, I destroy. My company, my name, my family — they all fear me for a reason.”Her fingers brushed the side of his face, stopping him mid-breath. “Then maybe it’s time someone didn’t.”
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They spent the night entwined, whispers and touches filling the silence where fear had lived before. For the first time, Kiki felt the walls of her captivity blur, replaced by something dangerously close to tenderness. Morning sunlight crept through the curtains. Kiki stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her heart nearly stopped. Eric lay beside her, still asleep, his arm draped protectively around her waist. She pressed a hand to her lips, memory flooding back. Her face flushed crimson. “I shouldn’t have drunk that wine in your study…” she whispered, trying to convince herself that maybe it had been the drink. That maybe she hadn’t meant every kiss, every touch, every surrender. But the truth burned in her chest. She had. And the way Eric’s hand tightened around her, even in sleep, made her wonder if he had too.When Eric woke up that morning, he didn’t linger. He didn’t touch her, didn’t even glance too long. Without a word, he slipped from the bed and left her roo
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