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Twenty Seven Days

Twenty Seven Days

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-05-29
By:  Rina BaldwinOngoing
Language: English
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Drama

Contemporary

Mafia

Dominant

Hate to Love

Scarlett Voss has one rule: get in, get paid, get out. No attachments. No exceptions. No mercy. When a mysterious client offers her the biggest payday of her life to seduce billionaire Xavier Blackwell and steal a file from his private server, she doesn’t hesitate. Men like Xavier are easy targets — too powerful to expect betrayal, too arrogant to see it coming. Except Xavier Blackwell isn’t either of those things. He knew about Scarlett before she walked through his door. He knew her name, her game, and exactly who sent her. What he didn’t know — what no amount of preparation could have warned him about — was how completely she would dismantle every wall he’d spent years building. What neither of them knew was how deep the danger truly ran. Because the man who hired Scarlett isn’t just a client with a secret. He’s a senator with blood on his hands, a confirmation hearing in twenty-seven days, and a willingness to destroy anyone who stands between him and untouchability. He’s already killed once to protect himself. He’ll do it again without hesitation. He’s also Xavier’s uncle. And he chose Scarlett specifically — not just for her skills, but because he saw what would happen between them before either of them did. Now Scarlett and Xavier are running out of time, running out of trust, and running toward each other in a situation designed to make both impossible. The con was supposed to be simple. The truth is anything but. Some lies protect you. Some truths destroy you. And some people are worth burning everything down for.

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64 Chapters
The brief
New York City. October. 3:19 AM.The message came at 3:19 Four words.We know about Danny.Scarlett Voss read it once. Then again. Then she put the phone face down on the bar and picked up her glass of sparkling water and took a slow, deliberate sip like her hands weren’t doing something she refused to call trembling.She had been in the middle of the most important job briefing of her career.Now the briefing felt like the least urgent thing in the room.Forty minutes earlier everything had been simple.The bar had no name on the door. If you had to ask where it was, you weren’t supposed to be there. It existed in that particular stratum of Manhattan nightlife where the lighting was always low, the bourbon was always aged, and the conversations in the leather booths along the back wall were never the kind you repeated.Scarlett had been coming here for three years and she still didn’t know what it was called.She’d arrived at 11:47 PM dressed simply. Black trousers, a silk blouse th
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The file
New York City. October. 1:13 AM.The file was already there when she got home.Scarlett had barely locked the door behind her when the notification hit the encrypted dropbox. Not morning, the way the silver-haired man had promised. Now. 1:13 AM, seven hours ahead of schedule, which meant the file had been prepared before she’d walked into that bar tonight.They’d been confident she’d say yes.She filed that in the pile of things about this job that felt slightly wrong in ways she couldn’t yet name. Then she put the kettle on, opened her laptop, and got to work.Her apartment was not what people expected.Not the sleek anonymous rental of a woman in her profession. Instead a third floor walkup in the West Village with mismatched furniture, a kitchen window facing a brick wall, and approximately nine hundred books she’d collected over four years with the persistent irrational belief that she’d be here long enough to finish them all.It was the longest she’d stayed anywhere since her fat
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The man in the room
New York City. October. 6:02 AM.Xavier Blackwell did not sleep in.It had started as discipline twenty years ago and calcified long since into something closer to biology. His body simply refused unconsciousness past six regardless of what the previous night had cost or what the coming day would demand. He’d stopped fighting it at twenty-five. He’d restructured everything around it instead.The world was quieter at six.People were less performed. The gap between who someone was and who they were pretending to be narrowed in the early morning in ways it never did at noon. Xavier had spent the better part of his adult life being more interested in the gap than in anything on either side of it.He was standing at the window when Cole let himself in at 6:07.He didn’t turn around.“You’re early,” he said.“You called at five-thirty.” Cole’s voice came from the kitchen. The coffee machine clicked. “I’d say I’m late.”“Six-fifteen. You always add forty-five minutes.”“It’s not a thing.”S
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Vivienne
New York City. October. 6:51 AM.Scarlett hadn’t slept.Not one hour. Not the shallow unsatisfying half-sleep she sometimes managed on bad nights when her brain refused to fully power down but at least had the decency to dim. Nothing. She’d sat at her kitchen table from 3:19 AM until the sky outside her brick wall window shifted from black to the bruised grey of early New York morning and she’d stared at four words until they stopped looking like words.We know about Danny.She’d typed and deleted eleven responses.She’d looked at the sender ID for forty minutes trying to find something in the string of numbers that meant anything. A pattern, a prefix, a routing indicator she recognized. Nothing. Whoever had built that channel had built it to be invisible and had succeeded completely.At 5 AM she’d made a decision.She was going to do what she always did when the ground moved under her.She was going to build something solid to stand on.Vivienne Cole was twenty-eight years old.Ameri
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The Gala
New York City. October. The Blackwell Foundation Gala. 8:51 PM.Eleven days had passed.Eleven days of being Vivienne Cole in every waking hour that wasn’t spent running Scarlett Voss’s actual life. Eleven days of accent work and background memorization and the particular mental discipline of inhabiting someone else so completely that the seams disappeared. Eleven days of reading Xavier Blackwell’s file until she could have answered questions about him in her sleep.Eleven days of no further messages on the third channel.You’re closer to him than you know.She’d turned it over every day since. Every angle. Every possible reading. Closer to him than she knew — Xavier? The client? Someone in Xavier’s orbit whose connection to her own history she hadn’t identified yet?Nothing.She’d arrived at the gala at 8:51 PM.Not fashionably late. Not conspicuously early. The precise window when the room had filled enough to enter without drawing attention but early enough that the social architec
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The Other Side
New York City. October. The Blackwell Foundation Gala. 8:51 PM.Xavier saw her the moment she walked in.He’d been expecting her. He’d known she was coming, known what she’d be putting on because Vivienne Cole’s sparse Instagram had a pattern he’d identified in eleven minutes flat. Black to formal events. Which meant Scarlett Voss did too. Which meant it wasn't a costume but a preference.The real person bleeding through the facade. He made a mental note and said nothing to Cole.He’d noted that and said nothing about it to Cole.What he hadn’t expected — and he’d spent eleven days preparing for this moment—was the way she moved.That was the thing that hit him first.He’d expected some sort of performance. Something that he could see through and go ‘ah ahh’. A movement that announced itself but instead he got something more constricted. He turned his attention away from her and back to Senator Aldridge. From the corner of his eye,he watched her with the Swiss collector and noted th
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The Uninvited
New York City. October. West Village. 8:03 AMThe coffee was wrong.Scarlett knew it the moment she poured it — too much water, too little time, the kind of mistake she only made when her hands were moving on autopilot while her brain was somewhere else entirely. She stood at the kitchen counter and drank it anyway, because the alternative was standing in her apartment at eight in the morning with nothing warm to hold and that felt worse than bad coffee.She hadn’t slept.The gala had ended at eleven and she had been home by eleven forty-five, heels off before the door closed, Vivienne Cole dismantled in the elevator on the way up. What she couldn’t pack away was the bracelet.She’d stood at her bathroom mirror at midnight with the thin diamond band still on her wrist and looked at it for a long time. She got it from the pawn shop in Chicago. Three years ago. A Tuesday in November when she’d been between jobs and between identities and had walked into the shop with no intention of bu
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The Call
New York City. October. 10:14 AM.The phone rang twice before he picked up.Scarlett had been counting on more rings. She’d planned what to say in the first three seconds — had mapped it the way she mapped every opening, the exact cadence, the register, the angle of entry. Two rings was not enough time and Xavier Blackwell’s voice came through before she was ready.“Miss Voss,” he said. Then, without waiting: “Or would you prefer Scarlett.”She leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at the brick wall outside her window. The Saturday morning was still doing its ordinary thing out there, completely unbothered. “You already know which one,” she said.“I’d like to hear you choose.”Something about the way he said it — not unkind, not a power move, made her exhale slowly through her nose. “Scarlett,” she said. “My name is Scarlett.”A beat of silence.“How did you get this number?” he said.“The same way you’d have gotten mine if the situation were reversed.” She pushed off the coun
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For all the wrong reasons
New York City. October. West Village. 1:22 PM.Scarlett had been staring at the same dress for eleven minutes.It was hanging on the back of her wardrobe door — black, simple, the kind of dress that worked for everything and announced nothing. She’d worn it to a gallery opening in Paris two years ago as a woman named Eloise Fontaine who collected mid-century ceramics and had a laugh like breaking glass. She’d worn it to a dinner in Tokyo as Catherine Lim, mergers and acquisitions attorney, who ate very little and observed everything. She’d worn it to seven jobs across four countries and it had never once been Scarlett’s dress.She wasn’t sure she owned anything that was just Scarlett’s.She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the dress and thought about the fact that Xavier Blackwell had told her to come as herself or whatever that meant and she was standing in her bedroom at one in the afternoon with no idea what that looked like.Her phone buzzed on the duvet. Margot again — th
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Everything she left him
New York City. October. Xavier's Penthouse. 8:34 PM.The pasta was good.Scarlett hadn't expected it to be good. She'd expected it to be the kind of meal that expensive people produced when they cooked — technically correct, precisely measured, tasting somehow of effort rather than enjoyment. Instead it tasted like someone had made it without thinking too hard about it, and she was most of the way through her plate before she realized she hadn't thought about the case, or Danny, or Richard Hale, or anything operationally significant for approximately twelve minutes.She wasn't sure whether to be grateful or alarmed."You learned to cook from your mother," she said, because she had gone through the file and it had mentioned Elena Blackwell's reputation for Sunday dinners at the Hamptons estate. Xavier looked at her across the coffee table. He had a way he looked at people that she was still getting used to. Like just barely from staring at you, he could read into your soul. She found t
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