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“He’s still talking!” My furious gaze snapped back to Michael. “Are you going to take your brat, or do you just not give a fuck if this place gets trashed?” Michael’s bodyguards had already surrounded us. At that moment, a slender hand gripped my arm. “Stop it! What are you doing?” My eyes found Belinda, who was holding my arm. I hadn't even realized when she’d climbed down from the stage and rushed over to us. “Girl, why are you jumpiDARİANONE MONTH LATER"I think your problem is that you just can't find a middle ground," Amanda said.I reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl. I sipped my strong black coffee and nodded."To hell with the middle ground!""Even if they don't come together on purpose, when they do, they're like a fireball ready to explode," Julia said.We were gathered in the part of the villa that belonged to Luke and Rose. Taking advantage of the fact that the men weren't around, we were enjoying the pool and the terrace.After messing around in the water enough, we’d prepared some snacks and coffee and moved on to gossip hour.If even two women coming together can start "gossip time," you can guess what happens when four women get together.The agenda was us, of course. The fleeing rabbit and the chasing hound...Good news! I was the hound.The rabbit was, well, you know who."Do us a favor," Amanda said. "My brother’s ner
DARIAN I wanted him found as soon as possible too, but when Belinda said it, it felt like she was pushing all my buttons. "I just want everyone to go back to their own lives. And honestly, the urge to spit in that man’s face is weighing pretty heavy. It’s not about you," she said, placing her hand on my arm. She slid her fingers down slowly, almost stroking me. "So, don't get all tense!" A sly little smirk spread across her face. "Anyway," she said, breaking the contact. "If there’s nothing else you want to talk about, I’m heading to the table. I shouldn't hover in your radar too much!" "There isn't," I said through gritted teeth. "Fine then." She winked and headed for the terrace. If she’d made that move while we were alone, I’d have shown her exactly what my radar could do! What was this woman’s deal? Where did this sudden flirting and coquetry come from? And she was winking at me like she wanted it! She acts like she doesn't want to be on my radar, but then she makes
DARIAN"Open an account in Belinda’s name. Deposit this into it.""What’s this?" Luke asked, looking at the check and the cash I’d handed him."The debt Belinda paid me.""I knew you wouldn’t keep it. But why the complicated runaround? Just tell her, ‘You don't owe me anything, keep your money,’ and be done with it. Why do we have to open the account, man?"If she thought she didn't owe me anything, the chances of her taking off were pretty high. I couldn't let her leave until we found the crew. After all, Belinda was the only one who knew the face of the prick who took my place."It has to be this way. Just do what I told you! And speed this shit up already. What happened to that genius brain of yours? You got married and lost your edge! You should’ve found a lead by now.""I’m looking. Nothing came out of the camera footage. There’s no trace of the guy to even start a trail. I’m going to dig back into the files of the women who gave statements to the police. Let’s see if something p
BELİNDA After changing my clothes, I studied myself in the mirror. Should I go? Should I not? One part of me said, "You’ve come this far, it’d be wrong not to go." The other part said, "Let him rot for all I care." And there I was, a pathetic mess, bouncing back and forth between the two thoughts like a pinball. I coded the right mirror in front of me as "go" and the left as "don't go," and started swinging my hand between them while reciting a nursery rhyme. “See? It came up ‘don't go’!” I pouted. I wasn't sure about the result. To confirm, I started a different rhyme this time. “It came up ‘don't go’ again!” I said to myself. “What the hell are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of the voice. Spinning around sharply, I locked eyes with Darian, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in that impossibly charismatic way.
DARİAN “He’s still talking!” My furious gaze snapped back to Michael. “Are you going to take your brat, or do you just not give a fuck if this place gets trashed?” Michael’s bodyguards had already surrounded us. At that moment, a slender hand gripped my arm. “Stop it! What are you doing?” My eyes found Belinda, who was holding my arm. I hadn't even realized when she’d climbed down from the stage and rushed over to us. “Girl, why are you jumping in? Why the hell did you leave the stage!” My God! I swear, she was pulling trouble toward herself on purpose. “Was I supposed to just watch?” “Yes,” I said shortly. Meanwhile, Reene, held upright by the guards, said in a dazed and admiring voice, “Damn, she’s even more beautiful up close!” “Get this dog out of here!” I said, looking at Michael. “Or he’s going to die by my hands!” He straightened up from the pillar he was leaning aga
DARIANI had seriously stopped thinking about what the hell I was even doing here. If I let myself think, my anger at myself would surge out of control…I didn’t want to see Belinda. Didn’t want to hear her. Didn’t even want to catch a trace of her scent. Being close to each other, even the slightest contact, dragged us into situations that shouldn’t happen—and afterward it made me want to beat myself into a fucking coma.As my eyes roamed over the woman I hadn’t seen in days, my anger toward her burned across my skin again and sank deep into my bones.If she’d told me to stay away right from the start, I would’ve understood. I would’ve respected it. But what she did? In my eyes, it was downright disgusting.There was no need to be so damn two-faced. Whatever happened, happened mutually. If there was something, it went both ways. If not, then it didn’t. But Belinda had taken… and never given anything back.Fuck!That nig







