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The Silver Key
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2026-05-02 14:31:12
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My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Van Escape
"Keep your eyes on the road, Scar, don’t look at me," Roman wheezed, his voice sounding like it was being dragged over broken glass."I can't just not look at you, Roman! You’re bleeding all over the seat!" I screamed, my white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel making the van swerve violently as we hit a pothole. The gray service van didn't have real suspension; it felt like a tin can being kicked down a mountain."It’s just a graze. Harris is a shit shot when he’s panicked," he lied. I knew he was lying because his face was the color of curdled milk in the dim green light of the dashboard. He was clutching his shoulder, dark fluid seeping through his fingers, but his other hand was clamped around that gold drive like it was a piece of his own heart. "Just get us past the ridge. Once we hit the service road, turn the headlights off.""Turn them off? I’ll drive us into a canyon!""The guards have night vision on the SUVs, Scarlett. If they see beams, they have a target. If we go dark
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Silver Key
"There she is. Our Angel returns just in time for the main event," Marcus said, his voice booming across the head table as I stepped back into the gold-leafed glare of the ballroom.I didn't flinch. I didn't let my eyes dart to the sweat cooling on my skin or the way my thighs felt heavy and sensitized from Roman’s touch only minutes ago. I just smoothed the red silk of my dress, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and smiled the smile I had been practicing since I was five years old. It was a mask made of porcelain and lies, and for the first time in my life, it felt like armor instead of a cage."I had to fix my lipstick, Marcus. You know how you hate it when I look unpolished for the cameras," I said, my voice as smooth as glass. I walked toward him, my heels clicking a steady, lethal rhythm on the marble."You look... radiant, Scarlett," Lydia whispered, leaning in from his left. My mother’s eyes were glassy, her hand clutching a champagne flute like a lifeline. She was l
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother Roman and Scarlett Reconnect
"Where do you think you're going? The stage is the other way, Scarlett!" Harris shouted behind me, his boots heavy on the carpet."I need to fix my face, Harris! I look like I’ve been crying in a library, and Marcus wants me perfect, doesn't he?" I didn't look back. I turned the corner toward the service stairs, my heart hammering against the notebook hidden in my dress.I didn't go to the ballroom. I ducked into the basement stairwell, my heels echoing like gunshots against the concrete. I remembered what Silas told me—the tech hub. If Roman was back, that’s where the leash would be shortest. I pushed open the heavy steel door, the scent of ozone and chilled air hitting me instantly."What are you doing in here?" I breathed, the words barely making it past the sandpaper grit in my throat.Roman didn't turn around at first. He was hunched over a terminal, his fingers a blur. A thin steel cable ran from a shackle on his ankle to the base of the heavy server rack. He looked like a capti
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother Scarlett Finds a Clue
The ballroom was a sea of moving bodies and loud laughter. I stood by the buffet table, my heart hammering a rhythm that made my ribs ache. I felt the notebook—the one I’d swiped from the Miller woman's clutch—pressing into the skin of my waist under my dress. It was a secret weight, a heavy truth hidden in silk."You’re spacing out, Scarlett," Marcus’s voice cut through the noise. He was suddenly there, a wall of expensive wool and power. He didn't look at me; he was busy waving at a senator across the room. "The Miller woman is looking for her bag. She says she misplaced it near the powder room. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?""I don't keep track of where drunks leave their things, Marcus," I said. My pulse was a frantic bird in my throat."Watch your mouth," Marcus said. He turned his head just enough for me to see the predator in his eyes. "You’ve been acting different since the car. Quiet. Sharp. It makes me think you’re holding onto something you shouldn't be.
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Fake Calm
The ballroom was too bright. The smell of lilies was thick enough to make my throat itch. Everything looked perfect, and that’s why my skin was crawling. Marcus was standing ten feet away, laughing with a group of bankers. He looked kind. He looked like a good father. He looked like a lie."Smile, Scarlett," Marcus said as he walked over. He put a heavy arm around my shoulders. His fingers dug into my arm through the thin silk of my dress. "The Governor is coming over. Tell him how much you enjoyed the summer at the lake.""We didn't go to the lake this summer, Marcus," I whispered."I said tell him you enjoyed it," Marcus smiled. His teeth were very white. His eyes were very cold. "It’s a small detail. Don't be a difficult girl. Men hate difficult girls.""Is the lake where you keep the shovels?" I asked.Marcus laughed loudly for the people watching us. He leaned down, his mouth near my ear. "One more word like that, and I’ll have Harris take you to the car. And you won't like where
My Ex-Boyfriend is my New Step-Brother The Studio Tightens the Leash
The backstage of the West Hall smelled like floor wax and expensive perfume. I was surrounded by men in suits. Not Marcus’s guards, but the studio men. Mr. Gable, the head of Vance Studio, stood in front of me. He was short, but he held a cigar like a weapon. He looked at me like I was a car with a cracked windshield."She looks tired," Gable said. He didn't say it to me. He said it to Chloe. "The lighting on the carpet is going to catch those bags under her eyes. Fix it.""She’s been under a lot of pressure, Arthur," Chloe said. She stepped between us. "The house search, the security upgrades—""I don't care about the house," Gable snapped. He poked a finger at my chest. "I care about the twenty-million-dollar opening next month. Scarlett, look at me. Are you high? Are you on something? You look like you’re about to faint.""I'm not on anything," I said. I tried to make my voice hard. "I'm just tired of being watched.""You get paid to be watched!" Gable yelled. He turned to a man wi
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