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Seven at Northlake

ผู้เขียน: Maya East
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-05-16 21:49:01

By seven in the morning, I’m already sitting on the ninth floor of Northlake with black coffee on my right, my laptop in front of me, and the kind of expression that usually made people think twice before using the sentence, “Can I ask a quick question?”

There was no such thing as a quick question in IT.

There were only small questions that opened trapdoors straight into hell.

Beyond the glass walls, Portland was still gray. Rain hung in the air like someone had forgotten to press the button fo
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  • 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

  • My Sister's Fiance   i’m not thinking about it

    I didn’t go in right away.Not because I was scared.I just... gave my body a second not to do anything that belonged on a misdemeanor list.Inside Nathan’s yard, the morning looked far too beautiful for a situation that had already reached emotional fire hazard status. The wet grass glittered in the sun, the black-stone fountain flowed softly, and those three expensive cats moved like they had been raised on trust funds and organic food.And then there was Zach.He was crouched beside Issa, one knee bent, his elbow resting casually on his thigh, but there was nothing truly casual about that man. His black T-shirt fell against his body in an irritatingly perfect way, the short sleeves revealing the edge of a tattoo peeking along his arm. Black joggers. His short hair was slightly messy, dark strands falling over his forehead like he had just woken up, or had not slept at all, or had just decided the world would behave better if he looked like he had walked out of an expensive sin comme

  • My Sister's Fiance   A Warm Knife in the Morning Air

    “My royal belly.”I looked at Issa’s little stomach, which she was patting with great authority, then at Max, who immediately started making stomach noises with his mouth.“Belly belly belly,” he said, giggling.“Nathan,” I said without taking my eyes off my children. “If they start calling me Belly at home, I’m sending you the therapy bill.”Nathan took a calm sip of his coffee. “I’ll forward it to the family finance department.”“Of course. I’m sure your family has an entire department for emotional damage.”His smile widened slightly. “We call it legal.”I hated that it was funny.Issa tugged at the hem of my jacket again. “Mommy, Handsome Uncle has a very big house.”“All the houses here are big, princesa.”“But his house looks like a villain with good taste.”Max nodded seriously. “It has a gate. Gates are cool. Our house doesn’t have a black gate.”“Because our house is not a criminal headquarters,” I said.“You want to see something?” Nathan bent toward Max and Issa, his face s

  • My Sister's Fiance   Royal Belly

    He leaned slightly against the side of the mansion’s black gate, coffee tumbler still in hand, his gray hoodie falling perfectly across his shoulders. His hair was dark, damp at the ends, like he had either just showered or just come back from a run that somehow had not made him look like a regular human being.His eyes were not as sharp as Zach’s, not that cold, but the lines were the same.Blue-gray.Expensive.Insolent.Younger than Zach. Brighter. Quicker to smile. Less handsome than Zach.“So you two are jogging?” he said to the twins, as if I wasn’t standing there with my blood vessels holding an emergency meeting.Max immediately puffed out his chest. “I’m an athlete.”“He just said his legs were hungry.” Issa snorted.“That’s a private medical condition.”Nathan bent slightly, his face going fake-serious. “Hungry legs are very serious. In Italy, we give them pasta.”Max’s eyes went round. “Legs eat pasta?”“If the legs are polite.”Issa looked down at her own shoes suspiciousl

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