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Hanni Is Back

Author: Pen Seal
last update publish date: 2026-01-29 20:26:07

As they came downstairs, smiling and laughing in each other's arms, a servant came to let them know that Mrs. Russo would like to see them and she's out there at the back, facing the beach.

Melody was still holding Logan’s hand when he opened the glass door. The air outside was cold, the sky a soft, cloudless blue. The garden at the back looked beautiful and properly maintained.

Melody loved it out here although she's been there only twice since she came here. She noticed almost immediately th
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  • The Christmas Contract    Shirtless Ex Boss

    Melody has already texted James to tell him she was coming back home, she even went ahead to tell him about what happened to Tara in the house when she was away. She asked if he wouldn't mind coming over to stay with her and he agreed.She noticed he didn't really check up on her since she was in Malibu which was unlike him, James always called and texted her every hour all day but his responses were cold. She knew immediately that he was still mad at her.James wasn’t there when they arrived at home, and she felt kind of disappointed. He was taking his time.Logan glanced at her. “You want me to wait in the car until he gets here?”She looked at him and rolled her eyes like his question made no sense. “No, you can come in.”He got out of the car and asked his driver not to bother getting the suitcase. “I’ll help you take it inside.”She gave him a look. “You don’t have to.”“I know.” And just like that, he was already walking ahead. The house was exactly as she left it. Melody walke

  • The Christmas Contract    It's Not Safe To Go Home

    The delay had been unnecessary. At least, that was what Melody kept telling herself as she sat stiffly in the airport lounge, her fingers curled tightly around her phone, her patience wearing thinner with every passing minute.“It’s just a precaution,” Logan had said for the third time, his tone calm, almost too calm. “The storm isn’t even that serious.”Melody didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes stayed fixed on the large glass windows overlooking the runway, where planes stood still like silent giants waiting for permission to move.“I don’t care how serious it is,” she said finally, her voice flat. “I just want to go home.”Logan studied her for a moment, he knew she didn't mean that. He didn't think his house was that bad that she'd rather board a plane during a storm just to get away from Malibu. There was exhaustion in her face, and he didn't want to add to that.“Melody…” he started, softer now. “We could just go back. Spend the night at a hotel if you don't want to stay at my

  • The Christmas Contract    151 Garage Sex

    The baby had taken longer than usual to settle, fussing softly in her crib until Cynthia warmed a bottle, held her close, and swayed gently until those tiny fingers relaxed against her arm.Now, she stood for a moment beside the crib, watching her daughter sleep. A small smile tugged at her lips.“Stay asleep,” she whispered softly, brushing a curl away from the baby’s forehead. “Mommy has things to do.”She slipped out of the room quietly, pulling the door halfway closed before heading downstairs. She hadn't unpacked the things she got from the supermarket and this was the right time.Cynthia rolled up her sleeves and got to work. She kept the groceries where they each belonged and then went ahead to make the popcorn. Then she moved to the counter, rinsing fresh strawberries under running water, their bright red color almost too pretty to cut.She sliced them carefully, dropping them into a pot. Sugar followed, then a splash of lemon. A little stir, the wooden spoon moved in slow cir

  • The Christmas Contract    You Can't Really Know A Person

    The soft hum of weekend life filled the air as Cynthia pushed her cart slowly down the wide aisles of the supermarket, her fingers loosely wrapped around the handle while her eyes scanned the shelves with quiet focus. It was always a bit more crowded on weekends than on weekdays.It had been a while since she’d done something as simple as grocery shopping without rushing back home. Today she was going to take her time. Lately, her life has been perfect. She paused briefly, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder as a small smile tugged at her lips. The past few weeks felt like a reset, a gentle rewind to something she thought she had lost.Her heart warmed at the thought of her husband. He had been more intentional, that was the word. Flowers showing up in front of the doorsteps unannounced. Little gifts she didn’t ask for. The way he lingered longer in conversations and how he looked at her like he was still trying to win her over, like they were just starting out again.

  • The Christmas Contract    I Lied

    The tears hadn’t stopped, they came in quiet waves at first soft, shaky breaths that she tried to swallow down but the more she tried to control it, the worse it got. Melody curled into herself on the bed, clutching the fabric of her boubou like it could somehow hold her together.Her chest tightened with every breath.She wasn’t someone who cried easily. She wasn’t fragile. She wasn’t weak. But lately… it felt like something inside her had been unlocked, like her emotions had been turned all the way up and she didn’t know how to turn them down.Her stomach twisted again. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door..Melody didn’t move. She didn’t answer. Before she could even gather herself, the door creaked open and Logan stepped in.She lifted her head immediately, her eyes still glassy, her cheeks damp. The moment she saw him, irritation flared so fast it almost burned away the tears.“I didn’t ask you to come in.” Her voice was sharp, raw. She was still clutching her gown.Logan

  • The Christmas Contract    The Baby The Baby The Baby

    Melody woke up like someone being pulled reluctantly from the depths of a dream she couldn’t quite remember.Her body felt heavy and exhausted in a way that sleep hadn’t fixed. Her limbs ached faintly, her head dull, her stomach unsettled in that familiar, unwelcome way that had become almost routine for a few days now.For a few seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Then her brows slowly drew together. Something felt off.Her mind tried to retrace its steps, to pick up from where she had left off before she fell asleep, but there was nothing. Just a blank stretch of nothingness. No clear memory of lying down. No memory of deciding to sleep.She shifted slightly, and that was when she noticed it. She was still in her clothes, the black dress she had worn to the funeral.Her breath caught faintly. “…What?” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.Slowly, she pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fingers pressed lightly against her temples as sh

  • The Christmas Contract    An Invitation To Dinner

    Melody was in the kitchen when her phone rang.She had one sock on and the other missing, hair pulled into a loose bun that was already giving up, flour dusted lightly on the counter from earlier. She wasn’t baking yet, but she’d been going through her mental checklist, opening cabinets, checking d

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  • The Christmas Contract    He Ate Her Real Good

    Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowd

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19

  • The Christmas Contract    I Have Nothing Good To Wish Them

    The grocery bags felt heavier than they should have as Melody wheeled the cart across the parking lot, but it wasn’t the weight of the items inside that slowed her steps. It was her thoughts layered, tangled, refusing to settle. The late afternoon air was cold enough to bite, yet her cheeks were wa

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  • The Christmas Contract    Self Righteous Hypocrite

    By the time Melody pulled the sugar cookies out of the oven, the entire apartment smelled like a bakery.Warm cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar, comfort wrapped in heat. The sugar cookies were already cooling on the counter, lined neatly on parchment paper, their white snow icing slightly cracked in pl

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
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