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FIFTY FOUR
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2026-09-06 20:51:29
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Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY ONE
JUSTINA"Oh, please." Marina popped open her door, the hinges groaning softly. "You're doing a terrible job of hiding it."I followed her out, my sneakers scuffing against the concrete. The parking garage smelled of exhaust and a slight chill. Marina locked the car with a sharp beep and headed toward the elevator, her heels clicking steadily against the floor.She was right. I knew she was right.But that wasn't why my stomach was knotted, or why my hands wouldn't stop trembling inside my pockets. It wasn't the date.It was the ticking. The damn countdown.Victor's voice on the phone… I could still hear it… the way he'd said forty-eight hours as casually as if he were ordering takeout.We had already burned through two of those hours.I followed Marina into the elevator. The doors slid shut with a whisper, leaving me alone with my reflection once more, but this time in the polished steel. I looked pale and drawn, shadows gathered beneath my eyes that I was certain that even makeup cou
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY
JUSTINAI snatched my bag from the hook beside my bedroom door. The leather straps slid slickly across my palm, the skin still raw from the burn, still tacky with the gel Gregor had carefully spread over the blister.I was halfway down the hall when I spotted Adonis crouched beside the coffee table, lining up action figures I didn't remember ever buying. He arranged them with intense concentration, moving each one into place according to some private logic only he understood. His red shirt had ridden up his back, exposing the sharp, delicate points of his shoulder blades."Come here," I called.He glanced up.Those wide, trusting eyes caught me somewhere beneath the ribs.I dropped to my knees and pulled him into my arms, the hardwood pressing painfully against my knees. He smelled faintly of strawberry jam and that warm, clean scent children carried when they had only just woken up. I kissed his forehead and lingered there, my lips tracing the curve of his skull as though I could som
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SIXTY NINE
GREGOR"Should we even be doing this tonight? Giving them more content? A public dinner, cameras probably waiting outside, another headline connecting me to you by morning. I'm certain I am already the topic of conversation at Adonis's school, Gregor. Do you have any idea what that would be like, dropping off a seven-year-old and watching other parents pretend they're not staring?""It'll fade," I said it simply, because it was true and I wholeheartedly believed it, and because I needed her to believe it too. "Scandal has a half-life. In three weeks there'll be some other billionaire's messy breakup, some other model's meltdown, and everyone will have moved on to picking that apart instead. What matters right now isn't hiding from the cameras. It's what they actually see when they find us.""And what's that supposed to be?""Two people who aren't ashamed to be seen together." I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my hand linger against her jaw. "That's the wh
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SIXTY EIGHT
GREGORI thumbed the screen awake before I cleared the doorway, my fingers already moving in a rhythm that had become instinct over years of conducting business through glass and silicon. The kitchen opened before me, warm with the smell of batter and butter, but I kept my eyes on the device and navigated to the thread with my Personal Assistant. In true corporate-slave fashion, she had already sent the quarterly reports, despite the mental pushback I had given myself that I would do it the following day. I ignored it and typed fresh words.I need you for something else today.Her reply came fast, the way it always did when she sensed opportunity. Marina had that radar, the kind that had kept her in my employ longer than any assistant before her. And what could that be?I leaned against the counter, my hip finding the edge of the granite while my thumbs worked. Shopping. I need you to take Justina to a boutique. Help her find something appropriate for this evening.The three dots appe
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SIXTY SEVEN
CHARISSAI picked up the phone and opened my notes app. My thumbs flew across the screen, typing out accusations. Abuse. Manipulation. Worse things. I could claim he had hurt me, controlled me, destroyed my mental health. I could post it everywhere, tell my story, watch his business crumble under the weight of public outrage. Watch him lose contracts and public trust the way I had lost mine. Watch him suffer.But my thumbs paused over the screen.Lawsuits.The word flashed in my mind like a warning sign. Gregor had lawyers on retainer that cost more than my annual income. With the flick of a finger, he could have real or fabricated evidence, recordings, and even witnesses who would testify that I was unstable, that I was lying, that I was exactly the kind of person who would make false accusations when cornered. He would bury me in litigation. He would countersue for defamation, for harassment, for every penny I had left. I would end up not just unemployed and hated, but destitute and
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SIXTY SIX
CHARISSAThe block felt like a door slamming in my face. I stared at the screen, at the grayed-out name and the small text beneath it saying Gregor Vallis no longer accepted messages from my number. He had cut me off completely. After everything we had shared, after the nights and the promises and the carefully constructed future I had imagined for us, he had pressed a button and erased me from his life like I was spam.My hand shook as I scrolled through my contacts. Nadia was gone. Yannis would not take my call. My own mother had sent me to voicemail, and I had deleted the message without listening. There was only one name left, one person who might still answer because she had not yet had the chance to hate me.I pressed Nyssa's name and held the phone to my ear with both hands, as if that could steady the trembling.She answered on the fourth ring. "Charissa.""Nyssa." My voice cracked on her name. "Thank God. Thank God you picked up. I know you have probably seen the videos, the
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