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Chapter 82: The Heat is On!

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The sun was barely up when Fedora’s phone lit up with a call. She blinked at the screen: Jason. She hadn’t expected him to actually follow through—not so soon, not after the year she’d had with people saying one thing and doing another. But there he was. Calling. On a Saturday morning.

She picked up.

“Good morning,” she said, stepping out onto the patio in her robe.

“Morning,” came the familiar voice, warm and steady. “Hope I’m not calling too early?”

“Not at all. We’re already up. The girls are doing their homework, or pretending to.”

He chuckled. “Think they’d be up for a quick hello?”

Fedora smiled softly. “They’d kill me if I didn’t let them. Hold on.”

She opened the sliding door and called into the house, “Zariah, Eliana! Someone wants to say hi.”

Within seconds, the girls were rushing outside, barefoot and wide-eyed.

“JASON!” Eliana screamed, grabbing the phone from her mother.

“Is it really you?” Zariah added breathlessly, crowding in.

“Hey, hey—easy!” Jason laughed, his voice
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  • No Apologies, No Regrets   Chapter 84: Two Weeks Later

    Fedora stood in her Dallas kitchen as the morning sun streamed through the blinds. Her mother, Elizabeth, sat at the table, nursing a steaming mug of coffee while her twin girls, Zariah and Eliana, joined in with their cereal.“Mom,” Fedora began softly, “I need to go to Dubai for Beauty’s wedding.” She paused, guilt tightening her chest. “It’s... it’s her own wedding, a smaller event, just final touches, logistics.”Elizabeth looked up, warm concern in her eyes. “I know. And the girls?”Fedora gently adjusted Zariah’s hair before answering. “They’ll stay with you until I get back. Just this once—when I get there, I’ll call every evening.” She looked down at her daughter. “Mom, do you think you can help us?”Elizabeth smiled and waved her hand. “You’ve done enough, Fed. You need this trip, to finish the job and then come home. I’ll take care of them—and you know I will.”Fedora’s eyes glistened with relief. “Thank you.” She leaned in and hugged her mother tightly. “Really, thank you.”

  • No Apologies, No Regrets   Chapter 83:  Smoke Without Fire?

    The lights of Dubai shimmered like a mirage as the car pulled up in front of the penthouse. Judah stepped out with ease, dressed in sleek black, his luggage slung casually over his shoulder. There was no hesitation in his stride, no flicker of suspicion in his eyes. Just a man coming home from a trip.That’s what Beauty would see, anyway.She greeted him at the door, barefoot and glowing. “You look tired,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “Was Italy too much for you?”“Let’s just say... Tuscan air doesn’t quite heal like they say,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “But I got some rest. Some clarity.”Beauty took his bag with a smirk. “I had the staff prepare your favorite—garlic lamb and saffron rice. You’ll eat before your brain shuts down.”Judah stepped inside like a man who belonged in every square inch of that penthouse. “Perfect,” he said with a yawn, stretching his arms as if jet lag had been his only battle, not the emotional war of recovering his past in secret.He stro

  • No Apologies, No Regrets   Chapter 82: The Heat is On!

    The sun was barely up when Fedora’s phone lit up with a call. She blinked at the screen: Jason. She hadn’t expected him to actually follow through—not so soon, not after the year she’d had with people saying one thing and doing another. But there he was. Calling. On a Saturday morning.She picked up.“Good morning,” she said, stepping out onto the patio in her robe.“Morning,” came the familiar voice, warm and steady. “Hope I’m not calling too early?”“Not at all. We’re already up. The girls are doing their homework, or pretending to.”He chuckled. “Think they’d be up for a quick hello?”Fedora smiled softly. “They’d kill me if I didn’t let them. Hold on.”She opened the sliding door and called into the house, “Zariah, Eliana! Someone wants to say hi.”Within seconds, the girls were rushing outside, barefoot and wide-eyed.“JASON!” Eliana screamed, grabbing the phone from her mother.“Is it really you?” Zariah added breathlessly, crowding in.“Hey, hey—easy!” Jason laughed, his voice

  • No Apologies, No Regrets   Chapter 81: He Remembered... Everything

    Jason sat on the edge of the leather chair in the clinic’s lounge, his phone in his hand, heart pounding like it hadn’t in years. His body remembered the training—the calm in chaos, the steel nerves. But his soul... his soul was raw.He remembered.Everything.Fedora. The contract. The fake marriage. The twins' unexpected arrival. Their first cries. Her trembling hand in his the night before Cuba.The explosion.The fall.The cold black water swallowing everything he was.And now? Now he was here. Rebuilt. Awake. Alone.He dialed the number slowly, finger hovering for a beat before he pressed call. He didn’t know what he would say, only what he couldn’t. Not yet.The line rang twice.“Hello?”Her voice—low, warm, surprised. His throat clenched.“Fedora.”“Jason?”“Yes. Sorry for calling out of the blue.”“Oh... no, it’s fine. I was just putting the kids to bed. Is everything alright?”He exhaled. She hadn’t changed. Still calm in the storm.“I just... I’ve been thinking. About you. Th

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