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Deals, Daughters, and Defibrillators

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-27 16:19:56

The group chat stared at me from the corner of my phone screen, taunting.

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I leaned back in my chair, spinning slowly with my toes brushing the floor, rolling my stylus across the desk. My monitor was still cluttered with chairs, lights, and numbers. My brain needed something that wasn’t a blueprint.

I tapped.

Hazel had left twenty-three unread notifications from last night, when I’d been busy getting proposed to in a room full of old men and crystal. Rhea had followed with a fi
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    I lowered my hands from my face.Approval.My daughter, a mini dictator with cheeks like milk bread, needed approval for something that most likely involved an expensive coat, Bunny, and a bad decision.I stood up this time. Slowly. My knees felt a little strange, like I had been sitting too long in the wrong position, when clearly the wrong thing was the entire plot of my life.Near the small mirror on the wall, I stopped.My face was still put together.Damn it. I even looked good while the world was trying to bite my ankles. There was irony in that, and I would appreciate it later, after I finished not falling apart.I touched my hair, smoothing down one loose strand. Unnecessary. But my hands needed some small job that didn’t involve destroying the future.I left the phone on the bed.Then I went back and picked it up.No.I stared at the thing for a few seconds, then opened my chat with Adrian.His last message was still there.[I’ll send the flight details later.]The cursor bli

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  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Things He Knows, The Things He Doesn’t

    The phone screen went dark.Just like that.One second, Adrian was still there, his voice still warm in my ear, too calm for a life that was slowly turning into a family crime archive. The next second, all that remained was my reflection in the small black glass of the phone: green eyes that looked too large, lips with lipstick still perfectly in place, and the expression of a woman who, at a glance, could have been thinking about dinner.Excellent.At last, one useful Belsky aristocratic talent: looking as if I were choosing wine while actually watching the house burn from the inside.I lowered the phone to my side.“Daddy, no, Bunny needs to see the ocean too! She has civil rights!”From behind the glass door, Poppy’s voice burst across the deck again.Sebastian answered, lower, almost swallowed by the wind. I couldn’t catch the words, but his tone sounded like that of a grown man who had just realized he was losing an argument to a four-year-old and a cloth rabbit.Damn it.Even fr

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