LOGIN"Which one?" Enzo asked."That," Dimitri said, "is the question we need answered.""I'm going to Rome next week," Enzo said. "I'm going to talk to Isabella. I'm going to find out exactly what's happening"The elevator descended."Don't," Dimitri said."Don't what?""Don't go," Dimitri said quietly. "Because if Lorenzo already knows about Dante and is choosing to keep quiet, your interference is going to complicate a strategic position we don't fully understand.""And if Lorenzo doesn't know?" Enzo asked."Then we find out why his intelligence network missed something that obvious," Dimitri said. "But we do it quietly. We do it strategically. And we don't go stumbling into Rome asking questions that might alert people we don't want alerted."The elevator reached the ground floor.The doors opened."I'm going anyway," Enzo said. "I'm going to talk to Isabella and figure out what's actually happening.""Fine," Dimitri said. "Go to Rome. Talk to Isabella. But you call me with what you fin
SEEKING SPECIALIZED TALENT:Position: Senior Virologist - Infectious Disease ResearchRequirements: Ph.D. in Virology or related field. Experience with viral transmission vectors. Understanding of pharmaceutical development protocols. Willingness to work in secure research environment with restricted communication.Compensation: Negotiable. Relocation provided. Benefits package substantial.Application Process: Submit CV and research interests through encrypted channels. Initial screening process takes 48-72 hours. Selected candidates will be contacted for interviews.Discretion assured. Work environment is completely confidential.Thomas's fingers were already moving.The PharmTech Staffing Solutions application submitted itself into The Covenant's inbox at 9:01 AM, less than sixty seconds after the recruitment post went live.Dr. Aleksandr Volkov's credentials were perfect. His research history was impeccable. His motivation was clear.And now The Covenant would see him.***POV: MA
Hours passed. Energy drinks were consumed. Coffee was made and remade. The clock on the wall moved from midnight to early morning.By day break everything was ready.Thomas pulled up the final version of the recruitment agency profile on the monitor. Marco reviewed it line by line, checking for inconsistencies, looking for weak points, testing the strength of the false identity.It was perfect.It was absolutely and completely perfect."When does The Covenant post the recruitment notice?" Dimitri asked."Friday morning," Thomas said, checking his encrypted monitoring of The Covenant's recruitment forums. "Approximately 8 AM EST. They'll post the announcement for qualified virologists, and within hours we submit Volkov's application through PharmTech Staffing Solutions.""Turnaround time?" Dimitri asked."The Covenant typically responds to applications within twenty-four hours," Claude said. "They contact candidates, schedule interviews, make hiring decisions within forty-eight to seve
"Not impersonating," Thomas said. "Creating. There are real recruitment agencies that specialize in gray-market pharmaceutical talent. We create a fake agency. We establish it as a legitimate business with documented clients and successful placements. And then we use that agency to refer Aleksandr Volkov to The Covenant."Marco processed the plan. It was elegant and simple, It had the kind of logic that would make The Covenant trust the referral.But it also required more false identity architecture."How much time?" Marco asked."Twenty hours," Thomas said. "Maybe less if Claude can accelerate the database setup.""I can do it in eighteen," Claude said flatly. "But I'll need pharmaceutical industry databases, legitimate recruiter contact information, and access to The Covenant's past recruitment records so I can make sure our recruiting firm's history aligns with their known hiring patterns.""I'll get you everything," Marco said. He was already reaching for his phone, already diggin
POV: MARCOThe secondary office at Valentino Enterprises was exactly what it appeared to be, a legitimate workspace for corporate operations. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. Mahogany furniture that cost more than most people's homes. Multiple monitors displaying financial data and market analysis.What it actually was: a command center for building false identities.Marco had been awake for thirty-six hours.The scotch in his hand was his fourth or maybe fifth, he'd stopped counting a long time ago and it was doing absolutely nothing to cut through the exhaustion that was starting to make his vision blur at the edges.But he couldn't stop.Not when James was day eleven into a fourteen-day countdown. Not when Dimitri was about to walk into the most dangerous operation of his life. Not when the window to establish credentials was closing by the minute.Claude was at one of the secondary monitors, his fingers moving across the keyboard. He had three energy drinks lined up
He grabbed her hips and began moving again, the same brutal rhythm he'd maintained throughout. His thrusts were perfectly timed, each one designed to maximize her pleasure and her pain simultaneously.The headboard was hitting the wall with each movement. The sound of skin against skin was loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear.Isabella didn't care. She was too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of being completely, utterly destroyed.***POV: DANTEShe was coming again.Her third orgasm in the last five minutes. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly trained to respond to his touch, that she was practically vibrating with need.Dante could feel his own orgasm building in the base of his spine. Could feel the pressure mounting as her pussy clenched around him.But he held it back. Held on to control with the same iron discipline he held on to everything else in his life.He wasn't going to come until she had nothing left to give.He pulled out of her sud
She had. She really had."When?" she asked. "When do you think... when would you want...?""To marry you?" He smiled. "When the six months are up. When you've had time to truly know what you're choosing. When there's no doubt in either of our minds that this is forever."Four and a half months.Fou
The arousal was shameful and involuntary and made absolutely no logical sense, and it was there regardless, coiled low in her stomach alongside the shock, the two things existing in completely contradictory parallel the way they had since the warehouse.She heard the shower run.She heard it stop.
POV: EVEThree days after Mike left, Eve had started to believe things might actually be okay.Not perfect. Not simple. But okay.Mike had stayed for dinner that first night....had eaten Dimitri's pasta in near silence, had answered Eve's careful questions about London in short sentences, had looke
POV: EVEShe'd moved to the living room by the time the afternoon light started going golden, tucking herself into the corner of the large grey sofa with a different contract....one she was actually managing to read this time and a second coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago.Dimitri was in






![SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MARAZONA HEIR [ Series]](https://www.goodnovel.com/pcdist/src/assets/images/book/43949cad-default_cover.png)
