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Chapter 7: Silk and Shadows
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2026-04-26 01:35:51
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The first thing she noticed was the weight.An arm draped across her waist. It was heavy and warm. The kind of weight that had been there for hours, not minutes. She opened her eyes to gray morning light and found herself pressed against Alexander's chest, her cheek on his bare shoulder, her legs tangled with his.He was still asleep.She'd never seen him sleep before. He was always the one leaving—rolling out of bed, pulling on his shirt, disappearing before she could catch her breath. But today, he was still here. His face was softer in sleep. The lines around his mouth had smoothed. The permanent tension in his jaw had gone slack.He stayed. Why?He had his own room his own bed. A master suite twice the size of this one, with sheets she'd never even seen. He didn't need to be here.Her movement must have stirred him. His eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then sharpening as they landed on her face."You're staring.""I'm trying to figure out why you're in my bed."He shrugged,
THE BILLIONAIRE'S BURIED TWIN Chapter 7: Silk and Shadows
Elara woke to sunlight and the distant sound of a vacuum cleaner.For a long moment, she just lay there. The sheets were cool against her bare skin. The pillows smelled like lavender. Somewhere downstairs, someone was preparing breakfast she didn't have to cook, cleaning floors she didn't have to scrub.She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles. Alexander had been relentless last night. Twice against the door. Once in the bed. She'd lost count of how many times she'd shattered for him. Her body still hummed with the memory.Maybe being Isabella isn't the worst thing in the world.---Mrs. Windsor arrived at seven, as she did every morning. "Mr. Blackwood has arranged your fitting for the Ashford Gala. The car will be ready at ten."Elara sat up. "He's not coming?""Mr. Blackwood has meetings. You'll be accompanied by a security detail." Mrs. Windsor laid the garment bag across the foot of the bed. "Madam Celeste's atelier, in the fashion district
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The zipper slid down her spine like a whisper.Elara's hands were shaking. The blue dress—the one she'd worn to dinner with the Ashfords, pooled at her feet. She stood in Isabella's bedroom in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties that Mrs. Windsor had laid out that morning.She hadn't chosen them. She hadn't chosen anything since she walked into this penthouse.Behind her, she felt Alexander's eyes on her bare skin like a physical weight."Turn around."His voice was calm like he was inspecting a purchase.Elara turned.He stood a few feet away, still in his suit from dinner. His tie was loosened. His jacket was gone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with muscle and veins. He looked at her the way a collector looks at a painting he's just acquired.He owns me.The thought should have filled her with rage and it did. Somewhere deep down, buried under layers of exhaustion and confusion and the strange, shameful relief of being warm, fed and
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