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The Café Defense

作者: Marcelinee
last update 公開日: 2026-11-05 04:15:00

Charlotte

"He tripled the rent overnight, Charlotte. Effective immediately. If I don't pay it by tomorrow morning, he is locking me out and seizing my equipment."

Hannah’s voice broke on the last word, the sound of her quiet sobs echoing through the phone speaker. I sat up straight on the sofa in the Connecticut house, the lingering exhaustion of the hospital visit vanishing instantly.

Beside me, Sebastian shifted. His protective instincts, which had j

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    CharlotteThe door to my suite opened. Sebastian leaned against the frame, dressed in dark trousers and a tailored navy jacket over a crisp white button-down. He had skipped the tie. It was a subtle shift, but it made him look slightly less intimidating and incredibly handsome."Are you ready?" he asked, his gray eyes sweeping over my dark jeans and ankle boots."I am," I said, grabbing my small leather crossbody bag. "Where are we going?""That is a surprise," he replied, a faint, confident smirk touching his lips.We walked down to the private garage. Ethan was waiting by the town car, holding the rear door open. I slid into the back seat, and Sebastian climbed in beside me.Ethan pulled out onto the street and headed east, merging into the heavy evening traffic. I watched the city lights blur past the tinted windows. We drove for fifteen minutes before I realized we were heading straight for the East River."Sebastian," I sai

  • Someone Else's Beloved Wife   Breaking The Fever

    CharlotteI reached for the mug of tea I had poured an hour ago. My fingers fumbled against the ceramic, knocking it sideways. The lukewarm liquid spilled across the glass dining table, pooling dangerously close to a stack of printed permits."Damn it," I muttered, my voice sounding rough and incredibly weak in the quiet penthouse.I grabbed a napkin and pressed it into the puddle, my movements clumsy and uncoordinated. The effort of leaning across the table made the room tilt. I closed my eyes, waiting for the sudden wave of dizziness to pass.The trip upstate to The Pines three days ago had drained whatever reserves I had left. We had secured Davin Clem’s exact room number and schedule, but the facility’s strict privacy gates meant Jase Paxton needed a full week to draft an ironclad medical subpoena. Waiting for the legal gears to turn was maddening. To stop myself from pacing the floors, I had thrown every ounce of my energy into launching

  • Someone Else's Beloved Wife   Cutting The Supply

    Charlotte"You have been staring at the same page for twenty minutes," Sebastian said.I looked up. He was standing next to my chair, wearing a simple gray crewneck sweater and dark jeans. The harsh lines of his face were softened by the dim lighting in the living area, but his gray eyes were as sharp as ever."I am trying to find the bridge," I said, leaning back and pulling the mug toward me. The steam smelled faintly of chamomile and honey. "We know my father used his master override token to authorize the eighteen-million-dollar transfer. We know the anonymous tip came from James Crawford’s server. But Olivia is the one who planted the physical bank statements in my office. She is the one whose computer initiated the front-end authorization.""She was the face of the frame job," Sebastian agreed, pulling out the chair next to mine and sitting down."But she is not smart enough to execute it," I said flatly. I tapped my pen against the pri

  • Someone Else's Beloved Wife   Freezing The Penthouse

    Charlotte I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, the text message from Rebecca blurring slightly as my eyes tried to process the words.The name on the Cayman Islands account doesn't belong to James Crawford. It belongs to Nathaniel.My lungs felt tight. I sat up in bed, gripping the phone."Charlotte?"I turned my head. Sebastian stood in the doorway connecting our suites. He was already dressed for the day in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, holding two mugs of coffee. He stopped the moment he saw my face.He walked over, set the mugs on the nightstand, and sat on the edge of the mattress."What happened?" he asked, his voice low and focused.I handed him the phone. "Rebecca and Thomas traced the shell company holding the offshore account. James Crawford didn't put his own name on the paperwork. He used Nathaniel’s."Sebastian read the screen. His jaw tightened, the muscles flexing visibly beneath his skin. He handed the phone back to me, his gray eyes dark and assessin

  • Someone Else's Beloved Wife   Charity Auction Jealousy

    CharlotteThe New York Arts Endowment Auction was held in a sprawling, modern gallery in Chelsea. The space was filled with bright, sterile lighting, towering white walls, and hundreds of the city’s most influential patrons.I stood near a display of contemporary sculptures, holding a flute of champagne. I wore a fitted, emerald-green silk dress that swept the floor, paired with a simple diamond necklace. Sebastian stood right beside me, wearing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His presence was a heavy, grounding force in a room full of people who were still whispering about our sudden marriage."You haven't looked at the sculptures for the last ten minutes," Sebastian murmured, leaning slightly toward me."They look like twisted bicycle parts," I replied softly, keeping my polite smile in place as a group of investors walked past. "I am trying to find something polite to say in case the artist approaches us."Sebastian gave a

  • Someone Else's Beloved Wife   Girls' Night Interrupted

    CharlotteI sat cross-legged on the thick living room rug, wearing a pair of oversized gray sweatpants and a faded college t-shirt. To my left, Rebecca was actively trying to balance a slice of pizza in one hand while pouring her third glass of wine with the other. Hannah was entirely focused on sorting colorful paper money into neat, organized piles, while Isabelle Bennett sat across from me, examining a tiny plastic dog."I still don't understand why I have to be the shoe," Isabelle complained, tossing the metal token back onto the board. "I want the dog. The shoe lacks vision.""You were the last one to sit down," Rebecca pointed out, taking a sip of her wine. "Latecomers get the shoe. It’s a foundational rule of Monopoly. Besides, you're an interior designer. Think of it as a vintage boot.""It looks like a hazard," Isabelle muttered, though she picked it back up and placed it on the GO square.It was Friday ni

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