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111. Connection Unseen.

Penulis: Merra Gischan
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-17 13:14:45

DAMON’S POV

It was almost midnight when I finally sat on the edge of the bed, calculating the time difference between here and the city where Sadie lived.

Three hours behind. She’d probably just put Daven to sleep. The thought twisted something deep inside me — quiet, sharp, familiar.

My PI had reported earlier that Sadie had received the encrypted phone. The line was live, secure, ready. All I had to do was call.

Before doing so, I reached for my phone and opened the scanner app linked to Alex’s security program. The sweep ran soundlessly across the suite — green across the board. No bugs. No hidden signals.

Maybe I was paranoid. But paranoia was what kept people like me alive.

I had just typed in the encryption key when the door opened without warning.

Bella.

She stepped in like she owned the air I breathed, her silk bathrobe hanging loose. One flick of her wrist, and it slid off her shoulders — beneath it, nothing but black lace that barely qualified as clothing.

My expression didn
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  • The Stranger My Heart Belonged To   123. The Unraveling of the Prince Line.

    DAMON’S POVSilas Aldo.I’d known for a long time he worked for my father. But I never expected this—that he’d been carrying a grudge sharp enough to carve all of us open. And I still didn’t know why Bella was even here, why she’d been dragged into this mess.None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Sadie and Daven out of this alive.Silas stepped forward, eyes burning with a hatred he’d nurtured for decades. “How about we hear it straight from the old bastard himself?”Before my father could protest, Silas ripped the gag from his mouth, jerking his head back with a violent twist. Randall choked in air like he’d been drowning.“Go on,” Silas sneered. “Explain to him how you ended up here&h

  • The Stranger My Heart Belonged To   122. A Stranger Who Knew Us All.

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