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Never, Ever Again

Author: Samantha K. Whyte
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-03 23:58:50

Reid slips the key into the door as quietly as he can but of course, there is only how silent jangling keys can get, the faint rustle of a paper bag brushing against his leg as he nudges it open. The scent of soy and spice escapes the bag, filling the narrow entryway before he even steps inside.

He exhales loudly, rolling his shoulders once as if he can shake off the weight of Rowland’s words and the name Maddock still echoing like a bell’s ringing in his head, over and over and over again.

For her sake, he’ll try to be natural, she has to not know about it, she would certainly want to be involved, and would want to not be left out of the whole thing. Now, he has to find a way to make sure she does not keep digging in his parent’s case, as one way or the other, the entire circle will end on that man.

And that will mean it’ll escalate way past the psychological and mental games they’ve been playing… it’ll get very dangerously physical, and then, he might not always be there for her, an
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  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   Heads Might...

    Their heads and lives on the line, they can't just throw in their towel because, according to Flan, "a man's footsteps stop on the road."They fan out, all of the men, alongside, rather, leading the search is a man named Marlow who fancies himself the brains because he once drove a client to an airport without bumping anyone's rear or cursing on the road. The early evening rain has turned the rest of the road into mud that grips their boots. Flan watches them go from under the weak light in the doorway, cigarette pinched between his fingers, the smoke making his face look older.They'd returned and regrouped after Flan made sure he didn't pick any calls from anyone so they won't be tracked or picked up. All they have is the night till the next morning and if they don't find Daniel by then, well, god helps their souls.“All right,” he says, voice flat. “You find him or you’re explaining to Maddock why we lost the package. Start talking like you mean it.”Marlow swallows. “We’ll check

  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   Heads

    The phone on the metal desk just wouldn’t stop ringing. Its sharp ringing tone cut through the low hum of the generator outside, slicing into the thick, cigarette choked air of the CCTV room where he didn't bother to rise up from since Daniel left hours before. Flan glared at it for a long second before snatching the receiver, a small smile at the upward curve of his lips. If they're calling this insistently, it means they have him, but telling him that they have him is of no use to him, so why the disturbance...?“What?”The line crackled softly as whoever it is behind the other receiver just notes that he's picked the call, followed by a clipped voice asking a question that instantly made his pulse skip. “Where the fuck is your package?”Flan leaned back in his chair, feigning calm he didn’t feel. “Package?” he repeated, flicking ash into a crowded tray. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Mr. Maddock’s people handle more than one of those. Unless you're calling the wrong pers

  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   Heads

    The phone on the metal desk just wouldn’t stop ringing. Its sharp ringing tone cut through the low hum of the generator outside, slicing into the thick, cigarette choked air of the CCTV room where he didn't bother to rise up from since Daniel left hours before. Flan glared at it for a long second before snatching the receiver, a small smile at the upward curve of his lips. If they're calling this insistently, it means they have him, but telling him that they have him is of no use to him, so why the disturbance...?“What?”The line crackled softly as whoever it is behind the other receiver just notes that he's picked the call, followed by a clipped voice asking a question that instantly made his pulse skip. “Where the fuck is your package?”Flan leaned back in his chair, feigning calm he didn’t feel. “Package?” he repeated, flicking ash into a crowded tray. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Mr. Maddock’s people handle more than one of those. Unless you're calling the wrong pers

  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   Strange

    Daniel doesn’t sleep for most of the night.He drifts between exhaustion, the ache of his body, and panic induced alertness, half sprawled on the cot, half sitting upright every few minutes when he swears he hears footsteps outside the door, but all through the night, it's just his scared mind playing horrid tricks on him.He’s counting the seconds now. Watching the light bulb flicker on its rhythm, buzz, hum, silence.Buzz.Hum.Silence.It’s the only way he knows time is passing, the only way he keeps himself conscious and not into a row of panic being locked up. He thought he'd escaped but now he's locked up all over again.As though he's being passed around like the world's most beautiful Fabergé egg.Then, somewhere between four and five a.m., he hears the lock clang in the silence of the night.This time it’s not the teasing click of last night, it’s a firm one, whoever is there is not at the peephole but at the door's lock exactly as the sound is louder and noiser.He stiffens

  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   From one Hell to Another

    The first thing Daniel notices is the smell, that's the first thing that he realizes when he comes to, at least, closest to opening his eyes. It's not the kind you'd expect after passing out in front of a stranger's car.It's not an antiseptic smell, nothing like the regular hospital disinfectant.No, it smells like iron and damp wood, like rusting hinges and something stale, and that's what forces his eyes open, closely followed by the ache of his back and side.He blinks, his vision swimming. The ceiling above him is uneven with wooden beams, not tiles. It, very obviously, is not a hospital ceiling, that much he knows.He turns his head slowly, and it feels like his skull is packed with sand.A flickering light bulb dangles from the ceiling, its clicky sound loud through the silence. The walls are stone, painted over with layers of grime. There’s a small, square window up high, the kind that’s meant to keep light out more than it lets it in, and in there is warm, too warm that Danie

  • Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!   Yellow Headlights

    The night is colder than Daniel remembers nights being, and even though it was nice initially, it has become a nightmare as he's currently running against it, trying to make his way out of this dark nightmare.Not the kind of cold that sinks into skin, the kind that digs straight into bone. The kind that whispers you’ve been out of your comfort zone for far too long.He doesn’t know how long he’s been running. Time has lost its meaning, carved out of him by months of stale air and concrete walls. He stumbles again and again, sometimes into branches and hanging sticks and different cold leaves and their even colder liquids.Now, every breath tastes like freedom and blood, freedom because he’s outside, blood because the wind scrapes down his throat like razors and has rendered his breathing sharp and unbearable.His bare feet slap against the wet dirt road, leaving uneven tracks behind him. His shirt, if it can still be called that, hangs barely off his shoulders, torn at the seams. He’

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