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NINETY TWO
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2026-10-05 00:06:01
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Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED FOUR
CHARISSAI stared at the words until they blurred. A storm. Of course there was a storm. The universe was being dramatic, trying to match my internal weather with something external. I almost laughed, but my throat hurt too much.The door clicked open. A nurse entered, young, Greek, her hair pulled back so tight it lifted her eyebrows. She carried a clipboard and wore that particular expression of professional concern that made me want to scream."Miss Leva," she began, her accent thickening the consonants. "I am not sure if you know, but there has been a weather emergency. You need to be aware.""I saw the alert.""The hospital is securing windows. We may need to move patients to interior rooms if the storm worsens. I need you to understand the procedures.""I understand."She hesitated, looking at me, probably taking in the bruises on my face, the IV in my arm, the phone I’d thrown. "Are you alright? Do you need anything for pain?""I just need you to leave me alone."She blinked. "
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED THREE
CHARISSAMy mother’s perfume lingered in the room after she left. That sharp jasmine scent clung to the air, expensive and suffocating, like she’d sprayed it directly onto the walls just to remind me she’d been there. I lay still for a moment, counting the beeps of the heart monitor, letting the silence stretch until I was certain she wouldn’t come back. It might have been hours, but it was a habit I had grown into. Then I reached for my phone.The screen burned my eyes.I squinted against the brightness, fumbling with the settings until the glare softened to something manageable. My throat felt raw, scraped out from the tubes they’d shoved down me, but I ignored the pain. I needed to see what the world was saying about me now.I pulled up the video first. Mother had posted the one while I was pretending to sleep, that carefully staged shot of me looking unconscious, tubes in my arms, my mouth slightly open like a dead fish. She’d added a caption about her poor, troubled daughter and
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED TWO
JUSTINA"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough, almost angry. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don't—" He looked up at me then, his eyes dark and wild and utterly focused. "If you don't, I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until you forget that boy’s name. Until the only thing you can remember is mine."Liam. He was still thinking about Liam, this possessive bastard. I should have been annoyed. I should have pushed him away for his arrogance. Instead, I felt a throb of heat between my legs so intense it made me dizzy.What about this made it hot?"Show me," I whispered, arching against him. "Make me forget."That was all the permission he needed.He stripped the dress off me in one swift movement, leaving me in nothing but my underwear—black lace, thankfully, not the practical cotton I usually wore, though I couldn't remember why I'd chosen it that morning. His gaze raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, taking in every inch of exposed skin with a rever
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED ONE
JUSTINA"He looks super happy in this one," I said, studying the photograph. "You too. I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that.""I was seventeen, and he'd just let me drive his old Aston Martin around the estate grounds. Badly, I should add. I put a dent in the fountain.""You didn't.""I did." Gregor's mouth curved, something soft and unguarded moving across his face, the same look caught in the photograph itself. "He never let me forget it.""What was he like? Actually like, not just the tabloid version.""Loud." He said it like the word still surprised him a little. "You wouldn't guess that, looking at how quiet this house is now, but he filled a room the second he walked into it. He'd sing in the shower, badly, at volumes that woke the whole house. He used to sneak me espresso when I was far too young for it because my mother had banned it, and then act shocked when I couldn't sleep.""Sounds like he was fun.""He was." Something flickered behind his eyes, there and gone
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED
JUSTINAGregor produced an umbrella from somewhere behind his seat, snapping it open with the confidence of a man who'd never once had it fail him, and the wind promptly turned it inside out the second we cleared the car. He swore, wrestling with the useless spokes while rain came down in sheets that soaked through my dress in the time it took to cross the gravel, and by the time we reached the door, I'd given up caring about the hair the stylist had spent an hour pinning into place.Nyssa stood in the doorway already, backlit and dry, her robe pulled tightly around her as the wind tore past her and into the foyer.“Thank God.” She stepped back, wrestling the door against the storm’s pull.Then she turned to Gregor. “This weather is terrifying. I was watching the coverage and thinking the worst. I’m so relieved you’re back safe.”Ruthless and cold as ever. I didn’t miss the fact that her relief, apparently, extended only to him.“Where’s Adonis?” I asked, cutting straight through whate
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon NINETY NINE
GREGORJustina leaned across the center console, her cheek almost pressed against my shoulder as she peered at the back seat. "It's open. You're right. It's definitely open."I pulled the car over to the shoulder, the tires crunching on gravel. I put it in park and turned to face her, letting my expression shift from concern to realization. "Someone broke in. While we were eating. They must have been looking for something valuable, reached in, popped the glove box, and stole the phones."Her face went pale in the dashboard light. "The valet. It had to be the valet. He had the keys. He knew where we were sitting. He could have..." She was reaching for the door handle, her fingers scrabbling at the latch. "We need to go back. We need to find him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to sue him. I'm going to..."I caught her wrist, stopping her. "Justina. Stop.""Let go of me. We need to go back.""And do what? Accuse a kid of theft without proof? Get into a screaming match in the parking lo
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