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Chapter 219: The Quiet Between Us.
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*******************************POV: Morgan ********************** --- The cameras flashed like a hundred tiny bombs detonating across the front lawn of the Ministry. Bright. Unforgiving. Hungry. I adjusted my tie with the calm precision of someone who’d done this too many times to count, though my hands weren’t as steady as I wished. Behind me, the flag of our nation hung low against the backdrop of gray sky. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled. Perfect, I thought grimly. Even the weather had opinions today. “Ready, sir?” my press secretary murmured, holding out the statement we’d agreed on. I didn’t take it. Instead, I stepped forward and approached the podium, clearing my throat as the chaos of voices hushed into anticipatory silence. Microphones lined the stand like metal vultures, each one waiting to bite. “Good afternoon,” I began. “As many of you are now aware, former Intelligence Commander Liam Allister died three days ago during an unsanctioned internati
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****************************POV: Aliana*************************** --- They didn’t have to tell me. Not really. I felt it before anyone said a word—the shift in the air, the way voices in the hallways lowered the second I got close. I’d always known silence well. But this silence? It was loaded. Like the breath everyone was holding had finally been released… just not in front of me. I stared at the cracked ceiling of the tiny guest room they'd shoved me into after my own rescue, the one with too-white sheets and too-loud clocks. A few weeks ago, I’d been the one they were chasing. Now I was just… background noise. Not involved. Not needed. Probably not wanted. The coffee on the table had gone cold. I didn’t drink it. I just sat with it like it meant something. Like it was a thing I could hold onto while the rest of the world kept spinning without me. When the knock came, I already knew what it meant. “Come in,” I said, flat. The door creaked open, and Liz walked in—shoulders
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 219: The Quiet Between Us.
--- *****************************POV: Liz*************************** The hallway outside Claire’s room had become something of a ritual for me. I’d walk past. Then again. Then again. Each time pretending I had somewhere to be. A file to drop off. A phone call to take. My footsteps would slow near her door, and I’d stare at the hard mahogany wood like it might suddenly swing open, like maybe she’d feel me out there and invite me in. But she never did. Until today. I stood in front of it now, clutching my hands together so tightly my knuckles ached. My heart was hammering. You’d think I was about to step into a war zone, not into the room of the girl I used to call my best friend. I lifted my hand to knock. Stopped. Then, lifted it again, half hoping she wouldn’t answer. But her voice drifted through the door, soft and steady. “Come in.” I paused. Something about her tone—like she already knew I was there, like she’d been waiting—unraveled something tight inside me. I pushed
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 218: The Silence After Storms.
*******************************POV: Claire************************ There were nights when I’d dream of the sea. Not the bright turquoise kind that framed the Montenegro villa, but the dark, churning kind—cold and endless, like memory. Like grief. Tonight, the dream hadn’t come. But the ache in my bones had. And the silence. That, too, had returned. The silence after storms was always the worst. I sat by the bedroom window in Mack’s estate, wrapped in a shawl I barely remembered pulling over my shoulders. It smelled like lavender and something clean. Probably Liz. She’d dropped by earlier, saying barely a word, just setting things down, straightening blankets, refilling water. Her presence had been loud in its quiet. I hadn’t cried. Not when I was rescued. Not when I saw Liam’s body on the ground. Not even when I woke in Mack’s arms, warm and safe and trembling so hard I thought I might break apart in his hands. I should’ve cried. Everyone expected it. But tears felt li
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**************************POV: Morgan******************** The house felt quieter than I remembered it. Not the kind of quiet that came from peace—but the stillness of aftermath, of something that had cracked and hadn’t been patched up yet. I didn’t knock. Henry’s staff let me in with silent nods, their eyes cast low like even they were mourning something bigger than a man. I knew that grief well. It had lived in the corners of my own house for years. Henry was where I expected—his study, the only place that ever truly belonged to him. He stood by the window, back straight, holding a glass he hadn’t touched. I didn’t say his name. Just walked in and closed the door behind me. He didn’t turn. “He used to stand here,” he said, voice low, roughened by hours of silence. “Same spot. Said it made him feel important. Tall. Like the world couldn’t touch him.” I stepped beside him, letting the quiet sit between us for a moment. Through the window, his garden lights burned faintly against
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