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Curiosity in My Cheekbones, Trouble at the Gate
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2026-05-19 23:43:14
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My Sister's Fiance every bad idea had his blue eyes
The car passed onto a smaller road, slipping into the residential area near my house. Pine trees rose on both sides as dark silhouettes. The rain was heavier here, drumming against the roof in a tight, relentless rhythm.His hand moved toward my face.I swatted it away again, but this time he was faster. His thumb touched my cheek, right beneath my cheekbone. The touch was light, almost nothing.Still, my body reacted like someone had struck a match in a room full of gas.“Don’t touch me,” I said.“I forgot,” he said again, his voice lower this time.“You use that excuse one more time, I’m throwing you out of your own car.”“I forgot you could still look beautiful while wanting to murder me.”I stared at him without blinking. “I’m beautiful, and I do want to murder you.”His smile came back, barely there. “Bella.”“Stop.”He pulled his hand away.“What do you want from me?” I asked. “Be specific.”“I want you to stop keeping me at a distance.”I laughed immediately. “No.”“I want you
My Sister's Fiance you remembered the red, not the blood
Rain swallowed the sound of the road.Inside his car, everything felt far too expensive for a day this chaotic. The leather seat was warm beneath my thighs, the heater breathed softly from the dashboard, and the windshield wipers moved in a lazy rhythm, sweeping water off the glass like life came with a tiny reset button you could simply press.I stayed sitting upright with my tote in my lap, the hard case gripped on top of it like a second baby, only far less adorable. The toes of my nice shoes were wet. My hair had started drying with half-hearted commitment, a few strands sticking to my cheek.A full minute passed with nothing but the sound of rain, wipers, and the breathing I forced to stay normal. The car pulled out of the office area, passed through the side gate, then slipped onto the wet main road, almost empty at this hour. Oregon looked like someone had turned off all the color in the world and left only the red glow of taillights as decoration.Zach’s hand shifted from the
My Sister's Fiance not yet, not him, not today
“What do you mean someone took Issa’s clip?” His voice dropped.“A package was delivered to my office,” I said. “Black box. A photo from the neighbor’s yard. I’ll tell you the details about the neighbor’s house later. Then there was a card. And Issa’s hair clip.”“A photo from the neighbor’s yard,” Theo repeated.“Yes.”“From outside the gate?”“Maybe. Or from a car.”“Send me everything.”“I will.”“Now.”“Theo—”“Now, Ara.”I closed my eyes for a second. I could handle an anonymous man threatening my child, European billionaire clients, Northlake’s legacy system that smelled like a basement from 2009, and Zachary de Sanctis in a black T-shirt without losing my breath. But Theo using his twin-brother voice that accepted no argument, and suddenly I wanted to bite his head off.“I know how to send files, thank you. I wasn’t born in a cave with dial-up.”“Good. Use your paranoid way.”I ended the call, sat down again, pulled my laptop closer, and opened the internal workspace we only us
My Sister's Fiance Mother Nature
I set the phone on the desk, the screen still glowing, and stared at the black box.The photograph. The card. The pink glitter hair clip.Three small things that, under normal circumstances, would have looked like trash from Issa’s preschool bag.Now they looked like evidence from a murder.Funny, the way the brain worked. One part of me wanted to pick up the clip, hold it, smell the tiny pink plastic, make sure it really belonged to Issa. The stupid mother part. The part that immediately went looking for strawberry shampoo or the trace of small fingers.The other part, older, colder, and far too used to dealing with contracts that could eat people’s lives, said immediately: don’t touch it.So I didn’t touch it again.I picked up my phone and photographed everything. One photo of the box. One of the card. One close-up of the typed words. One of the clip. One of the envelope. One of the unknown number on my phone screen. Then a short video, because whoever threatened my child was not g
My Sister's Fiance do they know, does she know, does he ache
My own office building felt more sane than Northlake.Not because the people inside it were more normal. Obviously not. I had once caught Miles eating dry cereal out of a mug that said World’s Okayest Developer at four in the afternoon while debugging a production issue.But this was my territory. Tall glass, smooth concrete floors, plants I had chosen myself after spending three months pretending to be a woman who had time for interior design, and the smell of coffee from the pantry that never felt like an asset owned by a De Sanctis man. Here, the air paid rent to me.I walked in through the glass doors with a black tote on my shoulder, my hair still slightly damp from a quick shower, wearing a cream blazer, black high-waisted pants, and a mood that, if sold in a perfume shop, would probably be called: Don’t Test Me, Peasant.“Morning, boss,” my receptionist, Lina, greeted me from behind the front desk.“Morning.”“Coffee?”“Already had one.”“Second coffee?”I stopped.Lina lifted
My Sister's Fiance the gate of hell had house pets
“Max. Issa.” My voice came out neat. Too neat. “We’re going home.”Issa didn’t look back. “In a minute, Mommy. Sofia is bonding with me.”“Sofia will survive without additional bonding.”“No, she needs me.”“She’s a cat.”“Mommy, Cannoli is almost choosing Arsenal.” Max half turned, still crouched.Cannoli walked away.Max immediately pointed. “He’s shy.”“He’s fleeing your social pressure.”Zach stood.A simple movement. But once he was upright, his body filled the yard. The black T-shirt clung slightly to his chest and shoulders, the tattoo on his arm shifting as he slid his hands into the pockets of his joggers. His hair still fell messily over his forehead, but his eyes had no sleep left in them. Those eyes were fully awake.I ignored him with a skill that deserved a place on my résumé. “Your five minutes are up,” I told the twins. “We’re going home, you’re taking baths, and then Mommy has work.”Issa finally turned, her hazel eyes widening, illegally dramatic. “But Mommy said fiv
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