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Chapter Nine
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Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Fourteen
The silence that followed the courier's departure didn't explode. It curdled. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the weight of Damon’s heavy leather jacket suddenly feeling less like armor and more like a shroud. On the polished marble floor between us, the pristine white marigold looked violently bright against the dark stone. Beside it, the small card rested face up. See you at the Gala. — V. My lungs refused to expand. The air in the penthouse had turned thick and suffocating. My mind, treacherous and cruel, instantly dragged me backward, away from the safety of this glass fortress and straight into the soundproof luxury of the Eclipse’s VIP room. I could smell the expensive, cloying cologne. I could feel the cold leather of the sofa pressing against my back, the sting of tears I wasn't allowed to cry, and the low, purring voice of my own father whispering that a mistake like me didn't deserve to breathe. I remembered Jace, standing by the door, pocketing a
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The heavy door of the armored SUV clicked shut, instantly sealing out the sound of the roaring downpour.I sat there, a shivering, dripping mess of neon-pink tulle, bleeding water onto the immaculate black leather passenger seat. The blast of the vehicle’s high-powered heater hit my frozen skin like a physical wave, making me shudder violently as goosebumps erupted across my arms. My teeth rattled so loudly in the quiet cabin that it was embarrassing.Damon didn't say a word. He didn't offer a gentle smile, he didn't hand me a towel, and he didn't ask if I was okay. He simply reached into the back seat, grabbed his heavy, oversized leather jacket, and tossed it into my lap. It smelled heavily of rich tobacco, rain, and the distinct, metallic tang of gun oil."Put it on," he commanded, pulling the SUV away from the curb with a smooth, dangerous acceleration that pushed me back into the seat. "Before you completely ruin my interior."I didn't have the energy to fight him or point out ho
Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Twelve
They wanted to break me.It didn't take a genius to figure out the brothers' strategy. If they couldn't legally fight the Board of Directors, they would simply make my life such a living hell that I would hand back the "Social Liaison" clipboards, pack my bags, and beg to be sent back to the slums.The retaliation started at 8:00 AM sharp. As the newly appointed image manager, my first task was simple on paper: collect their schedules and wardrobe preferences for Friday’s Founders Gala.In reality, it was like walking into a minefield with a target painted on my back.I started with Kai. His domain was the sub-basement of the penthouse, a high-tech cavern of server racks, glowing blue LED lights, and a hum so loud it vibrated in my teeth. When I stepped inside, the temperature plummeted. It felt like walking into a meat locker."Kai?" I called out, shivering instantly in my blazer. "I need your itinerary for Friday."Kai didn't look up from his multi-monitor setup. He was typing with
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My hands were raw. It was 2:00 AM, and I was sitting on the cold tile of the penthouse laundry room, scrubbing the last faint trace of espresso out of Kai’s white hoodie. Every time I rubbed the fabric, my mind flashed back to the locker room, the heavy press of his body, the heat of his shirtless chest, and the terrifyingly arrogant way he’d told me to hand-wash only. "Grown men acting like toddlers," I muttered, wringing out the heavy cotton. "I’m supposed to be taming them, not doing their dry cleaning." I didn't get to sleep until four. By seven, I was back in a tailored suit, standing in the formal dining room where breakfast was served. The atmosphere was suffocating. Usually, the brothers avoided each other like the plague, but today, all four of them were present. Lucien sat at the head, looking like an icy king reading the financial times. Damon was across from him, nursing a black coffee, his leather jacket replaced by a sharp black button-down that still couldn't hide
Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Ten
Scarlett’s POV If Lucien was the ice and Damon was the shadow, Theo was the blinding, chaotic sun. I stood at the edge of the photography set, clutching a tray of expensive lattes like my life depended on it. Theo had sent me out twenty minutes ago with a list of "very specific" caffeine requirements, and as I maneuvered through the maze of cables and lighting rigs, I couldn't help but wonder if I had traded a life of dancing for a life as a glorified, live-in maid. Is this the Hart legacy? I thought bitterly. Boardrooms by night, barista by day? I was so busy staring at the back of Theo’s head, watching him bask in the sighs and fawning looks of a dozen female assistants—that I didn't see the figure stepping out from behind a black velvet curtain. I slammed into something solid. Hard. The tray tilted, and the cups went flying. A dark, scalding wave of espresso and milk erupted, drenching the front of the man’s pristine, limited-edition white tech-wear hoodie. The studio went s
Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Nine
Lucien's POV I watched her face turn the color of ash at the mention of the Moretti name, and for the first time in ten years, my pulse actually stuttered. Scarlett didn't just look shocked. She looked haunted. She looked like a woman who had just seen the reaper standing in the corner of my private garage. I wanted to reach out, to demand to know how a girl from a strip club knew the name of the most sadistic cartel head in the Mediterranean, but the words died in my throat. Damon was already watching me, his eyes hooded and mocking, waiting for me to fail. "Get upstairs," I snapped, my voice harsher than intended because I didn't know how to handle the sudden, sickening pang of guilt twisting in my gut. Scarlett didn't argue. She didn't even look at me. She turned and walked toward the elevator, her shoulders hunched as if she were trying to shield herself from a ghost. As soon as the doors hissed shut, I turned on Damon. "If you ever use her as bait for your 'business' again
Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Eight
The interior of the SUV was a stark contrast to the filth of the alleyway. It smelled of expensive leather, gun oil, and the lingering scent of Damon’s smoke. Outside the armored glass, the city blurred into streaks of neon, but inside, the silence was heavy enough to choke on.Damon sat beside me,
Taming The Hart Brothers Chapter Seven
Damon stepped fully into the flickering, jaundiced light of the streetlamp, and for a heartbeat, the world stopped spinning.He looked nothing like the "Executive Vice President" I had seen in the polished hallways of Hart Global. The tailored Italian wool was gone, replaced by a heavy leather jack
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The mahogany boardroom table felt like a runway for an execution, and I was the only one without a blindfold.We had been trapped in this airless room for four hours. I sat in a stiff chair behind Lucien, my hand cramping into a permanent claw as I scribbled notes that felt less like business minut
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As we stepped out of the private elevator onto the executive floor of Hart Global, the air didn't just turn cold; it pressurized. Lucien didn’t slow down. He moved through the office like a king walking through a conquered territory. Every head snapped up. Every conversation died. I felt the weig
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