LOGINSebastian went into the living room and found Karen sitting on the couch. Although she looked downcast, she was beautiful with her hair loose, framing her delicate face. She looked like an old sepia-toned photograph.“I said I would protect you, and I failed. I’m sorry,” he said, sitting down next to her.The scent of peaches invaded his senses again. It was a soft perfume that disturbed his senses.“No one is to blame but those who kidnapped me,” she replied softly.“It’s my fault. I should have known there was an intention behind that invitation.” He pressed his lips together. “For a moment, I believed that my father wanted me to be by his side at this important event.”His facial expression was unique. Harder, yet vulnerable.Karen knew that expression; she had seen it dozens of times on the faces of the children at the orphanage. And many times in the mirror. At that moment, Karen forgot her own pain.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.Sebastian looked away, as if that show of empathy wa
They waited for Karen to leave; it would not be prudent to reveal dark secrets in front of her, at least not for now. When the door closed, Sebastian turned to the lawyer.“Tell me everything you know,” he asked, his voice low and restrained, as if he were holding back a fire.Richard adjusted his glasses and consulted his notes with deliberate delay.“The owner of the warehouse is Ted Lincoln. He hasn’t been in Las Vegas for years, but there’s something you didn’t know: he remarried five years ago.”“I’m not interested in his personal life. I hate gossip.”Impatience rose like poison. Sebastian was on the verge of losing control, but Richard didn’t back down; he was used to his wealthy client’s rudeness.“His wife has a daughter named Sarah, who loves casinos, drinking, and nightlife. She works at the beauty clinic his stepmother goes to twice a week.”“That’s suspicious, but it doesn’t prove anything,” Sebastian retorted, frustrated. “I need more.”Richard smiled. It wasn’t a cheerf
Sebastian needed to avoid physical exertion, but he refused to lie down, so he didn’t go to the office and spent the morning working from home. Reports and numbers filled his laptop screen, but his mind kept returning to the image of Karen fleeing the room earlier with red cheeks, unable to look him in the eye. He was used to experienced, seductive women. Karen’s innocence was interesting to him, almost an invitation.A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.“Did you want to talk to me?” Karen asked as she opened the door.Sebastian looked up slowly. The morning light outlined her small, delicate body, so fragile that it seemed it could break at any moment.“How are you?” he asked, looking away from the screen.“I’m fine, but...” She took a deep breath and plunged into the gray immensity of his eyes. “Do you think we should go to the police and file a report? I am still feeling scared.”Sebastian closed his laptop with a sharp click. He got up slowly because of his injury and walked ove
Karen didn’t sleep a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the dark shed and the sound of gunshots. Her heart kept racing as if she were still there alone, breathing fear.Before the sun even rose, she was already up.She went down to the kitchen looking for something to calm her down. She found James preparing Sebastian’s breakfast tray. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread should have been comforting... but it just seemed distant.“I’ll take it to him myself. I want to see how he is.”Her voice sounded firmer than she really felt. James hesitated for just a moment, his eyes analyzing her as if trying to gauge the fragility hidden beneath that request.“If you wish.”He handed her the tray carefully. Karen thought about asking if she should go to the police station, after all, she had been kidnapped. But when she looked at the butler’s expression, she held back. That house seemed to have rules that were not written down. Rules that were learned through sil
The doctor arrived quickly and, judging by the calm manner in which he entered the house and went straight to the bedroom, it seemed that removing bullets and suturing Sebastian Sterling’s wounds was a regular occurrence for him. He worked silently, administered anesthesia, and removed the bullet.“It didn’t hit any nerves or bones. He’ll be fine soon, just a small scar,” he said, putting away his instruments.“Thank you for your help,” Sebastian replied, his voice neutral. “My lawyer will take care of the payment.”“Try not to get into any trouble for the next few days.”When he was alone, he picked up the bullet from the metal jar and looked at it for a few seconds. It was small and lethal. Another centimeter and it would have been fatal.He picked up his cell phone and called his lawyer.“I need you to come here.”A few minutes later, Richard entered the room carrying a suitcase.“Did I lose my job this time?” he asked with a tired half-smile.“Not yet.”“That’s good news; I hate l
In poker, there is a term called Bad Beat. It is when a player has seemingly unbeatable cards... but still loses.Sebastian knew this concept well. He had seen it happen countless times — men who dominated tables, calculated probabilities, bluffed like gods... until reality crushed them.And that night, Sebastian was losing.“Leave her out of this. If it’s money you want, I have plenty.”“It’s not all about money,” the stranger’s voice interrupted him coldly.“But everything has a price,” Sebastian insisted.A brief silence. Then a low, humorless laugh.“And what is your price, Mr. Sterling?”“You won’t live to find out.”Sebastian waited for the next move, but the silence that followed was too long. Too heavy. A bad omen for someone in a hurry.Sebastian forced his mind to work. He needed to act first and not react.He was a strategic player in the business world. He knew the whole underworld of Las Vegas; shootouts were nothing new to him. Neither were negotiations on the brink of d
Karen went to the window and looked out at the city; so bright and dangerous. Las Vegas at night was beautiful in a way that hurt. Neon lights promising dreams, casinos offering fortunes, hotels selling fantasies. All lies. All traps, and she had fallen into one of the worst.Karen felt foolish for
Karen approached slowly, keeping a respectful distance. Despite everything, despite the rivalry, the unhealthy love triangle, the kidney. She saw a sick woman leaning against a sink as if she were about to collapse.“Do you need any help?” Karen asked. “Do you want me to call someone?”Lindsay stoo
Sebastian’s gray eyes widened and froze in time.For a moment, Karen saw something in them she had never seen before. Panic and raw vulnerability. As if she had touched something he kept buried so deep he didn’t even know it still existed.“That’s not what I meant,” he said, and there was an urgenc
When the dance ended, the music stopped, Karen and Sebastian remained there for a second longer than they should have.Too close. Too aware of each other.It was Karen who pulled away first, breaking contact. Her fingers slid through his, her hand on his bare back slowly, reluctantly withdrawing.A







