LOGINVictoria had played her game carefully, weaving her revenge with precision, but all carefully laid plans had one fatal flaw, the moment you think you’re in control is the moment you start losing it, and Victoria had just hit that moment.
Victoria sat in the dimly lit café, fingers tapping against the ceramic cup in front of her. Across from her, Greg leaned back in his chair, looking more impatient than ever.“We need to move now,” Greg muttered. “If we wait any longer, MarsThe tension between them was electric, humming in the quiet space of the living room. Jullian’s hands moved to her waist, warm and steady, his fingertips barely pressing into the fabric of her dress. Grace tilted her head back, breath shallow, as she watched him through half-lidded eyes.“Are you sure?” His voice was rough, laced with restraint. If she was going to give him her first, he was damn-straight going to make it perfect and memorable for her. Grace’s lips curled in a slow smile. “You ask me that like I haven’t been waiting for you to do this.”A low growl rumbled in his throat before he closed the distance, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was nothing like the playful ones before. This one was hungry, insistent, and filled with all the tension that had been building between them for months.She melted into him, pressing her body against his, revelling in the feel of hard muscle and warmth beneath his shirt. His hands skimmed down
That afternoon, after leaving the coffee shop, grace headed back to the office. Grace was buried in reports, checking numbers and ensuring everything was in order. It was a part of the job she usually enjoyed, seeing the details aligning and the balance sheets making sense. Then, looking at the one clients set of financials, something was off. Something didn't feel right. A tight knot formed in her stomach as she flipped through the latest financial reports. The numbers didn’t add up. There was a discrepancy, big enough to send a cold wave of panic down her spine.She double-checked, then triple-checked. "Damn it." she whispered under her breath. “Peter!” she called, her voice sharper than she intended.Peter rushed in, looking slightly flustered. “Yes, Miss Jones?”She thrust the reports at him. “Explain this. These figures don’t match the ones we finalized last week.”Peter hesitated. “Well… I, uh… there w
Jullian leaned against Grace’s desk, watching as she flipped through a thick file of numbers, completely immersed in her work. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun, a few stray strands falling against her cheek as she frowned at the figures before her.“You know,” Jullian drawled, crossing his arms, “I think I finally understand why accountants drink so much coffee. This is painful to look at.”Grace didn’t even glance up. “Says the man who willingly puts himself in danger for a living.”“Danger is thrilling,” Jullian countered. “Sitting in an office all day staring at numbers? That’s torture.”Grace smirked, finally glancing up at him. “And yet, here you are, in my office, by choice.”Jullian leaned down, resting his hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in. “That’s because you’re here, cupcake. Not the numbers.”Grace rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the amused smile tugging at her lips. “Well, as much as I’d love to ent
While Danielle and Marshall are back from their weekend away and back to their work and seeing to their children. Back in Knutsford, there's a heating up between Jullian and Grace.Jullian had been catching up on emails and had a business metting with a potential from Leeds.After his meeting, he decided to pick up Grace at the office. Jullian leaned against the sleek black SUV parked outside the accounting firm, arms crossed as he watched the glass doors impatiently. It had been a long day, and he was eager to see Grace, but more than that, something had been gnawing at him all afternoon, there was an uneasy feeling that he couldn’t shake.A few minutes later, the glass doors swung open, and Grace stepped out, her dark green pencil dress hugging her curves in all the right places. Jullian smirked. "Damn, that woman could make a grown man weak." But his smirk faded when he saw a man walking closely beside her, leanin
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in golden hues. Danielle stirred as a gentle kiss pressed against her shoulder. She smiled before even opening her eyes, stretching languidly against the sheets.“You’re awake,” Marshall murmured, his deep voice still laced with sleep.Danielle turned her head, meeting his blue eyes, darkened with something more than just morning warmth. “Mmm, barely. But I like waking up to this.”He trailed a hand down her side, fingertips grazing her hip as he leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. “To what?”She smirked, shifting onto her back, her legs tangling with his under the sheets. “To you, touching me like you never plan to stop.”Marshall let out a low chuckle, his hand sliding lower. “Who says I do?”His mouth claimed hers, deep and unhurried, his body pressing against her, solid and warm. She arched into him, her fingers raking through his dark hair as he kiss
Marshall had one goal this weekend, and that was to remind Danielle that she was his, cherished, and adored in every possible way.After everything, the hospital stress, Victoria’s madness, the weight of their responsibilities, she deserved to feel worshipped and treated like his queen, no longer his princess but his queen.So he planned the trip meticulously, choosing the perfect countryside retreat, far away from prying eyes and distractions. Here, it would be just the two of them, tangled in bedsheets and lost in each other.The night before he told Danielle, he went to his parents and asked if they wouldn't mind looking after Coby and Emilla. "Mom, Dad, I'm taking Dani away for the weekend. Could you look after the children?""Of course we can," Camilla responded happily."Thank you, mom and dad, you guys are the best."Friday early evening, after dropping off the children, they headed for their weekend away.




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