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Moonlight, Motherhood, & Who Drive Trouble..?

Penulis: Maya East
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-17 22:36:00

No strange dreams. No Zach standing in the middle of the lake in a black suit. No Karl showing up with a ring and German family tax forms. Nothing at all.

Dark.

Soft.

My body hit the mattress and sank straight down like an expensive phone dropped into a swimming pool.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the walk in the cold air. Maybe it was one kiss too calm for my healthy brain to process. Or maybe I was simply too tired of being a grown woman who had to know every password, every child’s sch
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    He walked over to his desk, picked up the tablet, then turned the screen toward me. A preschool authorization message was already drafted, with two blank signature fields.My name.His.Not sent.Yet.I looked at it, then at him.“You waited for me to sign it,” I said.“Yes.”“Character development. I’m almost touched.”“Almost?”“Don’t get greedy.”A small smile appeared, then faded before it could fully form. Maybe because of my face. Maybe because he’d finally realized I hadn’t come into his office to fight.At least not at full capacity.I took the tablet and skimmed the wording.Updated pickup authorization. Marco De Luca. Northlake secure transfer. Parent approval: Arabella Gómez, Zachary de Sanctis.Our names side by side.I stared at them a little longer than necessary.Parent approval.I added my digital signature. “Don’t let Max bring Red Rex if Marco stops by Blackpine.”“Marco isn’t stopping by Blackpine.”“Good.”“If Max asks for a car snack?”“Give him one. Otherwise he’

  • My Sister's Fiance   i came to fight and found a pillow

    He walked over to his desk, picked up the tablet, then turned the screen toward me. A preschool authorization message was already drafted, with two blank signature fields.My name.His.Not sent.Yet.I looked at it, then at him.“You waited for me to sign it,” I said.“Yes.”“Character development. I’m almost touched.”“Almost?”“Don’t get greedy.”A small smile appeared, then faded before it could fully form. Maybe because of my face. Maybe because he’d finally realized I hadn’t come into his office to fight.At least not at full capacity.I took the tablet and skimmed the wording.Updated pickup authorization. Marco De Luca. Northlake secure transfer. Parent approval: Arabella Gómez, Zachary de Sanctis.Our names side by side.I stared at them a little longer than necessary.Parent approval.I added my digital signature. “Don’t let Max bring Red Rex if Marco stops by Blackpine.”“Marco isn’t stopping by Blackpine.”“Good.”“If Max asks for a car snack?”“Give him one. Otherwise he’

  • My Sister's Fiance   crime hour is over

    An hour later, Northlake’s twenty-first floor looked like an office again.I made sure of it.The old executive records room had been sealed. The black laptop, the sticky note, the charger, and everything else on that desk were now in evidence handling under Claire’s supervision, Zach’s security team, and a forensic crew whose names I hadn’t even learned before they started putting on gloves and speaking in sentences deliberately designed to be boring.Emily was back at her desk after spending almost twenty minutes crying in the restroom with Marissa.The finance guy in the gray shirt turned out to genuinely just have a habit of staring at elevators when he got nervous.Sad, but not criminal.The elevators were running again under new restrictions. People could move between floors once their badges had been reverified. The executive suite was open. There were still twice as many security people as before, but they’d moved out of the middle of the hallway and gone back to being expensi

  • My Sister's Fiance   old wounds

    I stared at the sticky note, and for one second, everything else in the room disappeared.The laptop. Security. Northlake. Nathan’s token. The gateway. Daniel. The cloned badge.All of it fell away, making room for one name that had been standing in the middle of my life for months now in a pretty dress, a ring on her finger, and an innocence so complete it felt like a knife every time I thought about it.Fiona.Tell Fiona before we do.Something inside me just went very quiet.Zach shifted slightly toward me.Barely noticeable.His body did it before his brain had a chance to give permission, and maybe that was why I didn’t get angry.I turned toward him slowly.His face was blank in a way that was almost terrifying.Just Zach.And for the first time since this morning, he looked like someone who didn’t have a sentence ready.Good.Because neither did I.Tania stepped in behind me, read the note, then stopped so abruptly it felt like the air between us took the hit too.“Oh,” she sai

  • My Sister's Fiance   "tell fiona before we do"

    “I haven’t said you did.”“But everyone’s looking at me.”“Everyone looks at whatever’s easiest to see.” I glanced at the badge sitting in the tray. “That’s how tricks work.”“Your badge registered near the old executive records room two minutes before the session termination,” Zach finally said, his voice flat.Emily started crying.The tears came all at once, her face crumpling with the realization that the professional world didn’t care how many times she said no or how desperately she meant it.“I wasn’t there,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of the records corridor. The lights go out all the time. I even asked Marissa to get a folder from there yesterday because... I know this sounds stupid, but that room is creepy.”“Valid,” Levi said.I glanced at him.He immediately looked down.“Wait.” Arun suddenly sat straighter.Everyone stopped.I was behind his chair in a second. “What?”He zoomed in on the badge-access subsystem log he’d managed to pull from a small cache

  • My Sister's Fiance   a very convenient little suspect

    Outside the glass, the young woman in the pale blue cardigan stood near the assistants’ desk. Her brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and she had the kind of sweet face that probably made people ask her for help with the printer all day. The second one of the security guys spoke to her, her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. Both hands flew to her chest like she’d just been accused of stealing a church.I watched her hands.They were shaking.Her fingers kept moving in tiny, nervous motions, her short nails touching the badge lanyard over and over like she needed to make sure it was still there.Zach moved toward the door.I immediately stepped in front of him.He stopped.So did I.For one second, the war room glass reflected both of us back like the world’s most expensive corporate divorce poster.“No,” I said.His eyes dropped to my face. “She has an access record for that corridor.”“Her badge has an access record.”“Bella.”“Don’t Bella me in the knife voice. I h

  • My Sister's Fiance   Hot People Ruin Everything

    And then... the blue eyes I’d once punched found mine across the crowd.Oh, good.Just fantastic.If the universe had a sense of humor, it was definitely drunk.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe not him. Maybe not me. Maybe the room just suddenly felt too tight, too bright, too full of people wh

  • My Sister's Fiance   It’s Just an Engagement Party (What Could Possibly Go Wrong?)

    The second-floor workspace looks like a bored Pinterest board: neat white desk, bookshelves, two monitors. I’m in a fitted black blazer on top… alpaca-print pajama pants on the bottom.Out in the hallway, just beyond the half-closed door, the sound of running shakes the corridor.“SUPER MAX WILL SA

  • My Sister's Fiance   Five Years After the Fire

    Five years later.Oregon rain tapped softly against the kitchen’s glass wall. Steady, cold, and mildly annoying.The pan on the stove hissed quietly, the smell of almost-done corn arepas mixing with black coffee and the chorizo I was frying in the skillet next to it. A slow Latin playlist floated f

  • My Sister's Fiance   The End of Us, The Start of Me

    I sat on a slick wooden bench on a Boston sidewalk, my watch telling me it was well past midnight, and the only things keeping me company were a streetlamp and the constant buzz of phone notifications going off like a curse.My boyfriend was being kissed by an influencer on a five-inch screen.I st

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