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ROXANNE POV

I didn’t have plans for the weekend.

Not real ones anyway.

Just the usual: sleep in a little too long, clean up the mess of my small apartment, maybe stare at the ceiling until the thought of Kendrick or Garry made my skin crawl.

So when Samuel texted me around midday asking if I wanted to get out of bed for a bit, I stared at the message for longer than I needed to.

“You need it.” I told myself.

Just say yes.

I owed him a thank-you anyway—for the late-night drives, the way he subtly covered my back at work when I was two seconds from snapping at some grabby creep.

So, I said yes.

Two hours later, I found myself walking beside him through a crowd. Street musicians filled the air with mellow tunes, a light breeze danced through my curls and for once, my shoulders weren’t weighed down by paranoia or stress. Just…ease.

"You good?" Samuel asked, glancing over with a half-smile.

"Yeah. This isn’t what I expected when you said you had something in mind." I said
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    ROXANNE POVIt was finally the day.The infamous Daddy-Daughter Bake Off Angelina had been buzzing about for weeks. And now here we were, inside the school’s bright and colorful multipurpose room, transformed for the event with decorated tables, pink streamers, and way too much glitter for a Tuesday morning.Ms. Carter stood front and center with a huge clipboard tucked to her chest, calling out instructions like she was the host of a televised competition. "Alright parents and darlings, welcome! We are so happy to have you here today for our annual bake-off!" Cheers erupted. Kids clapped. Parents smiled. Cameras flashed.I stood off to the side of the room beside Dahlia, Fred, and Mrs. Jones, watching with a smile tugging at my lips. Mrs. Jones looked proud, clutching her purse. Dahlia chewed on a piece of gum as she leaned against a nearby wall, looking impressively disinterested despite the bright decorations. Fred stood with his hands in his pockets, nodding politely at parents

  • The Devil's Mistress   82

    ROXANNE POVI leaned against the kitchen door frame, arms folded lightly beneath my chest, watching the chaos unfold in the most heartwarming way.Damien stood at the counter in a simple black tee, sleeves rolled just slightly to his elbows as he wrestled with a bowl of cake batter. His brows furrowed in intense concentration while Mrs. Jones stood to the side, arms crossed like a judgmental judge on one of those baking shows, correcting him every time he started mixing too hard or added too much flour."No, no, not like that, Mr. Raphaël," She said for the third time in the last five minutes. "Be gentle with the batter." Angelina giggled, flour smeared on her cheeks and her oversized apron dragging just a little near her feet. "You’re failing, Daddy!" Damien glanced over his shoulder, smirking a bit. "Watch your mouth, princess. You’re supposed to be my teammate." Angelina’s response was a toothy grin as she skipped over, clinging to his side and reaching for the cookie cutters. M

  • The Devil's Mistress   81

    ROXANNE POVAngelina's little fingers gripped mine tightly as we walked closer to the scene. I could feel her slowing with each step, her gaze fixed on the elderly woman and the shouting man in front of her. We weren't even fully in earshot yet and already I could feel the tension."What's going on here?" I asked once we were close enough, my voice calm but direct.The man turned his head and looked at me over like I had just interrupted his coffee break. He jerked a thumb at the older woman. "She's trying to leave without paying for groceries. Holding up the damn line." The woman clutched two reusable grocery bags to her chest, her shoulders trembling beneath a thin floral cardigan. "I can't find my daughter," She whispered, barely audible. Then again, stronger. "Please help me find her." Her eyes darted left and right, wild and frightened. "She was just here." I stared at her for a moment, taking in her confusion, the slight shake in her hands, the way her eyes kept looking thr

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