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Shadows in the hall
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2025-07-31 21:24:29
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The billionaire virgin wife The crimson countdown
The sun had barely cracked over Manhattan when Isabella awoke to a silence so thick, it felt like a scream trapped behind glass.No footsteps in the hall.No breath against her shoulder.No Damian.Damian never left without a trace. He had routines in the mornings, coffee first, then a kiss on her bare shoulder, and a whispered, “Back soon, princess.”Today, there was nothing.Just silence.Just cold sheets where his warmth should have been, and the soft, uneven thud of her heart beginning to stutter.She sat up slowly, her nightgown clinging to her damp skin like a second, unfamiliar layer. The air in the penthouse was wrong too still, too clean, like the sterile breath of an operating table moments before the first incision. Her gaze swept the room.Nothing was out of place.And yet, everything was wrong.And then she saw it.A crimson envelope.Resting neatly on Damian’s side of the bed.Silent. Ominous. Waiting.Her fingers hesitated before touching it, as if it might burn her. T
The billionaire virgin wife The mole
Damian stood in his private command room, an underground extension carved into bedrock beneath the penthouse. The walls were lined with reinforced steel, firewalled servers, biometric scanners, and enough encryption to bury a missile launch. It was built for moments like this. A fortress beneath a fortress.And still, he felt exposed.The surveillance footage kept looping.11:47 PM. Lab 4.The image was crystal clear.A man in a Jaxon Corp badge. Slim build. Tailored suit. Baseball cap pulled low.But not low enough.The moment the figure turned toward the retina scanner, Damian saw it.Raymond Chen.His Chief of Cybersecurity.The man who once stayed up 36 hours straight during the 2023 breach, rebuilding Jaxon Corp’s entire encryption structure while Damian bled from a bullet wound in the next room.The man who stood beside him at the altar just two weeks ago, offering a glass of aged whiskey and saying, “To loyalty. May it never crack.”The same man who gave a toast at his wedding
The billionaire virgin wife Project fireblood
Isabella stared at the file lying on the granite counter like it might detonate.Project Fireblood.Her pulse pounded in her ears, her skin chilled despite the warm lighting of the penthouse kitchen. That single folder—sealed in matte black, stamped with a faded military emblem, looked too heavy for its size, as if it held more than just documents. As if it held the weight of an entire past she’d never known.Her mother. Damian’s father. A photo. A military seal. A decade before she was even born.The questions screamed in her skull.Why was her mother tied to the Knight family legacy?Why had no one ever told her?And what in God’s name did “Project Fireblood” mean?Across the room, Damian stood unnaturally still. He hadn’t moved since he opened the second file. His jaw clenched tight, unreadable. His phone vibrated again and again in his hand, buzzing with urgency, but he didn’t even glance at the screen.“I ran a background trace on that envelope,” he said at last.Her eyes flicked
The billionaire virgin wife Velvet and venom
Damian Knight didn’t sleep.Not after what Isabella told him.Not after what he saw in her eyes—fear disguised as silence. It was the kind of fear that whispered instead of screamed, that curled into corners of the mind and refused to leave.He sat on the edge of their bed while Isabella lay beside him pretending to rest, but he could feel the stiffness in her limbs. She wasn’t asleep.Neither was he.Clarissa’s voice echoed like a venomous ghost in his skull.“He doesn’t realize she’s the bait.”Bait for what?And why now?Why New York?Why his company?Why his wife?By morning, the penthouse was coated in golden light—but none of it felt warm.Isabella had already left for Jaxon Corp with Roman in a separate car. Damian had insisted, gently but firmly. He needed her far from Clarissa for now. Whatever game his sister-in-law was playing, it was bigger than personal revenge.And if Isabella was bait, Damian needed to know who was holding the line.He stepped into the guest room witho
The billionaire virgin wife The woman in silk
Clarissa Volkov’s presence infected the penthouse like slow poison, fragrant and golden on the surface, but lethal beneath.She moved like mist, barefoot, silent, uninvited but impossible to expel. She trailed the scent of gardenias wherever she went, a perfume too sweet for comfort. Her satin robe was white, barely tied—fluttered with every calculated movement. Her long blond hair, always damp from long showers, framed a face that had once belonged on magazine covers and now belonged to danger. She was beautiful there was no doubt about it.Isabella knew what she was doing.Clarissa was marking territory.Every coffee cup she left half-empty on the marble counter. Every sultry smile she offered Damian. Every time she bent too low in front of Roman or leaned too close to her brother-in-law. It wasn’t subtle.It was war.And Clarissa didn’t care if Isabella bled first. After all she hated her. The morning had started tense.Damian had gone to Jaxon Corp early to manage the fallout fro
The billionaire virgin wife The house guest
The next morning, the storm hadn’t cleared.It had simply gone quiet.And Damian Knight didn’t trust quiet.He stood at the massive window of his penthouse, coffee cooling in his hand, his sharp gaze locked on the greyed cityscape that stretched far beyond. The skyline blinked with early morning life—headlights, elevators, distant sirens—but everything inside his head echoed with a single word:“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance…”Clarissa’s voice wasn’t something easily erased. It had a way of weaving itself into the silence, lodging beneath the skin, like a splinter too deep to remove.He hadn’t told Isabella about the message.Not yet.Not after the blood.Not after the break-in.Not after the way she’d curled against him like her very bones were shaking, and he’d realized—truly realized—that no vault, no system, no fortress could keep her safe from the ghosts that had already crawled inside.She needed rest.A morning of stillness.Even if it was built on lies.Even
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