로그인Keira kept playing the cello, striving for that perfect melody. Her father accompanied her on the piano, weaving their sounds together, while Keira's husband strummed the guitar. Together, they were composing a piece for the upcoming wedding."Take a break," Karmina said, serving them hot tea and tacos. They were surprised when Johanna entered with the pets, sat down, and immediately started eating."Uh, you shouldn't be here," Keira told her."I want tacos, too.""But you can't be here because we are writing a song. It's supposed to be a surprise!""Pffft! It’s not like I won’t hear it during the wedding anyway."Keira rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Okay, whatever." She sat beside Johanna and patted her tummy. "I'm going to be a godmother.""You are already an aunt.""Yeah, I know." Keira snuggled against Johanna. "Let's plan your wedding, okay?""No." Johanna creased her brows. "I am not up for a wedding.""Come on, you already accepted his proposal."Johanna pushed Keira’s face awa
Ian knew they were being followed. He kept Tracey close, his eyes darting toward their reflection in the shop windows."Go," he whispered.She shook her head, gripping his arm tightly. Ian had no choice but to lead her away quickly. As they reached the gate of the rest house, he caught a sudden movement in his peripheral vision—one of the men had thrown a glass bottle directly at his head. With a professional reflex, Ian delivered a high kick, shattering the bottle in mid-air."Ian!" Tracey gasped, clutching his arm. "Are you hurt?""Baby, go inside," he said, his eyes turning murderous. He slid a key into her hand. If this was because of those brats from the yacht calling their boyfriends, he was going to finish it. Tracey rushed inside, her hands shaking."You're already trespassing on my property," Ian said coldly to the six men. They only laughed, though one of them tried to pull the leader back."Let's go. We shouldn't do this," the cautious one pleaded."Just watch the back!" Ja
Violet was humming the new song Keira had composed for Harvey and MJ's wedding. She was currently in the secret underground laboratory that Ian had set up for her. He had clearly worked hard to provide every machine she needed; the facility was spotless, and Bull was still arranging a few pieces of equipment she had recently purchased. She was also busy analyzing Johanna's DNA, having received permission to work on it."How's Victor?" Violet asked Bull."According to Ian, Victor is still being held and is slowly regaining his strength. Also, they grounded Wendy after that catfight with Tracey.""Is Tracey alright?""Yes, I think so. She's with Ian.""They seem to be doing well," Violet remarked, peeking through the microscope. The cells weren't reacting well with Johanna's. Johanna's DNA seemed normal—she was simply a natural killing machine. Violet wondered if she could use Johanna's DNA to clear the nanomites from Victor's body, but the next step would be risky. Obtaining his DNA wo
Ian snuggled up to Tracey after anchoring the yacht away from the other vessel. He fell asleep; however, the loud party started up again. Tracey was wide awake, peeking through the porthole."Fuck them. I'm going to blast that yacht," he muttered groggily. Tracey giggled and turned to him."I think I know that one. It belongs to one of my friends.""Okay, since you know them, can we kill them?" He was exhausted, but Tracey closed the window and approached him."Go back to sleep," she said, lying down. "You can use my chest as a pillow."He rested his head against her and listened to her heartbeat. He had never heard anything like it before; it felt like a beautiful melody. He fell asleep and lost track of time, but when he woke up, the sight of her curves made him crave her. She gently pushed him back."I need the bathroom," she mumbled, walking away. He sat up and blinked. This wasn't the first time he’d woken up wanting her; it used to happen with his ex, but he pushed those thought
Wendy's ResidenceShe stared at the scratches she had received from the slutty bitch she confronted in the club two nights ago. It still stung, and she was completely disgusted by the woman who claimed to be Alessandro's mistress and Keira's friend. She hated the way those words had been said; it was clearly a way to piss her off, and it had certainly worked.Her grandfather had locked her in the house so she wouldn't be able to leave. Currently, there was a major problem at the company involving her recent scandal. To make matters worse, Tracey De Novo had already filed charges against her. Since she was the one who attacked Tracey first, she was now grounded."Stay here for a month and lay low," her grandfather said. "You have to wait until Victor has fully recovered. He will still go through special training so it will be easy to kill Tracey De Novo and her bodyguard. Do you understand?""Yes, Grandpa," she sighed."It's better here, Wendy, than in that mental facility. So you had
Connor was overthinking. He always had the ring with him, but he never knew the right time to propose. Then, suddenly, she said those words. He hoped he wouldn't get rejected or beat up by her. They drove to their house to pack clothes for their weekend vacation at Keira and Alessandro’s villa with their puppy, Hunter. Johanna was surprisingly silent while packing a few dresses."What else do you want?" Connor asked."Huh?" she asked back, confused, while packing several pairs of underwear."Food.""Oh." She didn't answer his first question, but rather mumbled to herself, "I should buy new underwear since my tummy is growing.""Babe," he called."What?" She turned to him. "Oh, I am fine with the pork.""Let's hurry," Connor said, leaving her room.He went to his bedroom to pack his overnight clothes. He took out the ring, opened the box, and stared at it for a long time. He had customized it a month ago through Karmina. The design was beautiful and truly reflected Johanna’s beauty and







