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Chapter 9 – The Hints

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LENA

Living in the same house as Roman Wolfe was already like trying to breathe under water. Every glance, every touch, every silence felt weighted with secrets. But the worst part? He didn’t let me forget. Not for a single second.

It started small. So small that, at first, I thought I was imagining it.

One morning, I came down for breakfast in a plain white T-shirt and pajama shorts. My mom had already left early for errands, leaving the kitchen quiet except for Roman’s steady movements as he brewed coffee.

Without looking at me, he said, “You always liked your coffee black that night.”

My stomach lurched. “What night?” I asked carefully, sliding into a chair like nothing was wrong.

He didn’t answer. Just placed a steaming mug in front of me, his lips curving the faintest bit, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

I stared into the dark liquid, heart hammering.

The hints kept coming

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  • Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night   Chapter 9 – The Hints

    LENALiving in the same house as Roman Wolfe was already like trying to breathe under water. Every glance, every touch, every silence felt weighted with secrets. But the worst part? He didn’t let me forget. Not for a single second.It started small. So small that, at first, I thought I was imagining it.One morning, I came down for breakfast in a plain white T-shirt and pajama shorts. My mom had already left early for errands, leaving the kitchen quiet except for Roman’s steady movements as he brewed coffee.Without looking at me, he said, “You always liked your coffee black that night.”My stomach lurched. “What night?” I asked carefully, sliding into a chair like nothing was wrong.He didn’t answer. Just placed a steaming mug in front of me, his lips curving the faintest bit, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.I stared into the dark liquid, heart hammering.The hints kept coming

  • Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night   Chapter 8 – Tension Under One Roof

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  • Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night   Chapter 6 – I Tell My Best Friend Everything

    LENABy the time I got back to my apartment, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. My makeup was smeared, my heels were in my hand because I’d given up walking in them halfway up the stairs, and my chest felt like someone had tied it in knots.The dinner kept replaying in my head like a nightmare on loop. My mom’s glowing face. Roman sitting there in his tailored suit like nothing had happened. The way his eyes never let me go.I wanted to scream. Or drink. Or maybe both.Instead, I did what I always did when my world tilted off its axis. I called the one person who knew me better than anyone: Ava.She answered on the second ring, her voice muffled like she had a mouthful of chips. “Lena? It’s midnight, are you dying?”“Kind of,” I said, my voice cracking in a way that made her instantly go quiet.“What happened?”“Can you come over? Please?”There wa

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