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The First Crack
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2026-07-21 15:14:22
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I typed one word.[Sorry.]No defense. No long explanation about the gala, the evacuation, the pictures, or the fact that our daughter, my daughter, whoever’s daughter depending on who was filling out the form, had just moved the center of her universe three feet toward a man in a black T-shirt with a bandaged hand.The message went through.Two gray check marks appeared.I waited a few seconds, not because I had anything else to say, but because people had a habit of staring at a wound after touching it, as though pain might eventually produce a receipt.Adrian didn’t respond. The phone stayed silent in my palm.Weird. His silence hurt, but not where it should have. I didn’t feel the urge to call him again, and there was no panic at the thought that he might be pulling away, no part of me running after him with an explanation in hand.There was only guilt, neat and painfully unromantic.I was still his fiancée. There was still a ring somewhere, probably lying on the vanity at the Èze
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“Jas,” Adrian said.I carried the phone back toward the windows, far enough from the living room that Poppy wouldn’t immediately wander into the frame again, but close enough that I could still see her bothering Luca.“Hi,” I said.Brilliant, Jasmine.A woman with a reputation for destroying men with one eyebrow, and now I was opening a conversation with hi like a teenager who had forgotten her homework.“I heard what happened at the gala.” Adrian studied my face longer than someone who only wanted to know how I was doing. “Were you hurt?”“No.”“Are you sure?”“I’m drinking coffee and threatening people with croissants. My basic functions are normal.”The corner of his mouth moved slightly. “That’s reassuring.”“You?”“Me?”“You look like you slept inside a washing machine.”“Thank you.”“That was a medical observation.”“I didn’t sleep much.”I knew, and guilt quietly made itself comfortable in my chest, not dramatic enough to demand attention, but persistent enough that I couldn’t
The Billionaire's Regret The Pause Between Two Fathers
Adrian FaceTime.Because this morning apparently didn’t already have enough coffee going down the wrong pipe, unhinged headlines, and a four-year-old inventing the term security romance before nine.“Daddy Adrian!” Poppy saw the screen first.Her hand immediately reached for my phone, still covered in croissant crumbs and chocolate she claimed was “not dirt, just dessert that moved.”I pulled the phone away. “Hands.”“They’re clean.”“Your fingers look like they just murdered bread.”“That’s an accusation.”“And an accurate one.”Salma handed over a wet napkin without being asked. Poppy wiped her hands carelessly, mostly moving the chocolate from her fingers to her wrist instead of actually cleaning it. I took over, wiping each finger one by one while the phone kept vibrating on the counter.Across the island, Sebastian just set down his coffee mug.I answered the call.Adrian’s face appeared on the screen.The light where he was was dimmer than the Monaco morning. His dark brown hair
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Poppy finally fell asleep at 1:12 a.m.I knew the exact time because I checked my phone while standing in the bedroom doorway, watching Sebastian try to pull Bunny out from under Poppy’s back without waking her.Half asleep, Poppy immediately curled into a tiny dumpling and mumbled, “Lawyer stays.”Sebastian backed away two steps and surrendered.I didn’t comment on the fact that a man who could move international security teams with two sentences had just lost to a stuffed rabbit with a soft head.I saved it.For a more appropriate day.Morning arrived far too bright.The Larvotto penthouse, which had looked like an expensive bunker the night before, was now under attack from Monaco sunlight on every side. The enormous windows made the sea look too blue, the sky too clean, and my life far too exposed.I sat on a kitchen barstool with my hair tied up carelessly, the champagne satin pajamas still clinging to my body, and black coffee in my hand.In front of me was a plate of croissants
The Billionaire's Regret A Home Made of Small Things
I noticed the shift even though he didn’t say anything. “News?”“The croissants will be here in five minutes,” he said.I gave him a flat look. “I almost respect your priorities.”“And the second team is downstairs.”“What for?”“Additional shift coverage.”Luca lifted his tablet. “We’ve also moved all villa communications to a closed network. No new access since the transfer.”I nodded, but the back of my mind still refused to relax.It probably wouldn’t relax again for several years.Poppy threw herself onto the rug in the middle of Bunny’s office. Her small body rolled once before stopping flat on her back, her hair spreading in a wild halo around her head.“I’m not sleepy,” she said, eyes already half closed. “I’m just testing the floor.”“With your face?”“Science.”Sebastian walked to the small kitchen, got another glass, then came back and placed it on the table beside me.Cold water again.This time, I hadn’t asked.I looked at the glass longer than I should have.He had also
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The hot water finally made me feel slightly less like a woman who had just been evacuated from a charity gala because the service doors had developed criminal ambitions.Slightly.I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hair, my skin still warm, and the champagne satin pajamas from the closet.They fit too well.Not tight. Not loose. The kind of fit that meant someone had once paid attention to the width of your shoulders, the length of your legs, and the fact that you hated sleeves that were too narrow.I studied my reflection in the bedroom mirror.Without makeup, I looked more tired. The last traces of lipstick were gone. My green eyes were still sharp, only now they were surrounded by clean skin flushed slightly pink from the hot water. My wet hair fell down my back, making the fabric cling coldly to my skin.I looked like a woman who should be asleep.Unfortunately, my life was being written by someone who hated letting women sleep.Poppy’s voice carried clearly
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