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The New Kingmaker
Veröffentlichungsdatum:
24.05.2026 16:31:40
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Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy Run All You Want
Damien had made it back from Nice around dawn. He looked incredibly broad sitting at the head of the long marble table, his skin flushed and healthy from the sea air, completely oblivious to the thick, suffocating tension that had been building in his house all night.It was supposed to be a relaxed, late breakfast. Smoked salmon, fresh figs, pastries delivered from the bakery by the port.But Marcus couldn't even manage to hold his fork straight. His hands were stiff, his fingers cold against the silver. He sat opposite them, his eyes dark from a total lack of sleep, his mind still entirely trapped in the kitchen from the night before. He looked like a man who was unraveling at the seams, his shoulders hunched, his posture entirely defensive.And then there was Diane.She sat directly to Damien’s right, looking completely refreshed, as if she hadn't been standing in the dark kitchen hours ago wearing next to nothing. Today she wore a fine, knitted silk blouse in a soft cream color.
Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy Sneak Peek
The villa was entirely too quiet when Damien was away for the regional port authority dinners. The staff had been dismissed to the lower quarters at eight, leaving the main house dark, save for the massive, integrated LED strips lining the baseboards of the kitchen. It was past ten. The marble island looked like a sheet of white ice under the low ambient light, reflecting the copper pans hanging from the ceiling.Diane stood by the professional-grade stove, a small pot of milk and honey warming over a low, blue flame. She didn't have her hair up. It fell down her back in loose, glossy waves, brushing against the bare skin of her shoulders.She’d chosen her outfit with cold, mathematical precision tonight. It was a skimpy, satin nightdress in a shade of pale taupe that almost matched her skin under the warm kitchen lights. The straps were thin as threads, dipping low at the back, the silk clinging to the curve of her waist before cutting off high on her thighs. It left nothing to th
Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy Silk and Sea
They were three miles off the coast of Beaulieu, anchored in a secluded cove where the cliffs blocked out the rest of the world. The afternoon sun was different out here. It wasn't the harsh glare of the corporate tower; it was thick, golden, warming the teak decks until the wood smelled of rich oil and salt.Down in the master stateroom, the light came through the wide portholes in long, amber slats, dancing across the white silk sheets of the oversized berth.Damien lay back against the massive down pillows, his heavy chest bare, rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm. Away from the boardroom, away from the documents that needed his signatures, the tension had completely drained from his face. He looked softer. The silver hair at his temples was damp from the sea breeze, his eyes following Diane as she moved across the room.She was the perfect portrait of devotion. She’d shed the sharp blazers and the high-collared silk blouses of her executive uniform. Now, she wore nothing
Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy The Fight From London
It was near midnight. Sophia sat in the dark, the screen of her burner phone throwing a sharp, blue glare across her face, lighting up the messy, tangled strands of her hair. She had a laptop open on the duvet next to her, the battery indicator blinking red.On the other side of the seas, Marcus was sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, a glass of cheap gin balancing on his knee. His room smelled of old takeout and damp laundry. The room was mostly dark, save for the orange streetlights spilling through the blinds.When his phone buzzed in his palm with an unlisted international number, his chest went tight. He almost didn't answer, but his thumb moved anyway."Sophia?" he whispered, his voice dry, cracking in the quiet room."Marcus, thank god," her voice came through the speaker, sounding thin, frantic, distorted by the bad connection. "Listen to me. I’ve been digging. I spent the last three days talking to a contact in the Nice registry office. We have her old bank statements fr
Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy Just a Taste
Marcus was waiting for the heavy industrial machine to finish binding the quarterly transit ledgers. The fluorescent light in the fourth-floor copy room had a rhythmic, irritating flicker. It was faint, just enough to make your eyes ache if you stood under the plastic casing for more than five minutes.The plastic rings were clicking into place with a dull, mechanical snap, over and over, while the air around the feeder smelled of hot toner and cheap paper dust. It was a miserable little room. Tucked away behind the emergency exit, far from the windows, a place where people only came to drop off broken cartridges or hide from the floor managers.He was leaning his forearm against the warm metal top of the scanner when he saw it.It was sitting right on the edge of the glass bed, half-hidden by a discarded stack of shipping receipts. A small square of cream-colored silk. It was too soft for this floor, too clean to belong to any of the clerks who spent their days getting black ink u
Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy The New Kingmaker
The glass walls of the primary boardroom were designed to reflect the harbor, but today, with the rain finally cleared, they just let in a cold, piercing glare that made the long mahogany table look like a sheet of dark ice.The air conditioning was humming too low. It was that expensive, scentless chill that always felt like it was trying to freeze the sweat right on your skin.Marcus sat at the very tip of the table, his spine pressed stiff against the leather chair He wasn't at the main cluster. He was a good twelve feet away from the microphones, pushed down into the shadow of the massive interactive projection screen. In front of him lay a stack of unpolished logistical ledgers, three different tablets displaying live freight data, and a plastic cup of lukewarm tap water that he hadn't touched.At the other end of the room, the power was clustered so thick you could almost feel it in the air.Damien sat in the high-backed leather chair at the head, his large shoulders hunched f
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