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Veins of Silence and Veils of War
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Until Paperwork Do Us Part Ashes and Fire
The sky was still gray the next morning, when Layla arrived at the penthouse, wrapped in a trench coat, still damp from the city's relentless rain, she stepped inside, her boots clipping softly against the marble floor. Elena was already waiting, seated in the sunken living room with two mugs of untouched coffee on the table. She looked composed, but Layla saw the shadows under her eyes. They didn't greet each other like employer and assistant, not today. Today, they were allies. Layla removed her coat and settled into the armchair across from Elena. "You called." "Damien called." Elena said simply. The shift in Layla's expression was instant. "What did he say?" "He knows everything, or at least enough to start playing his game out loud." Elena took a slow breath. "He brought up the pregnancy everyone knows so little about." Layla's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't interrupt. Instead, she reached forward and slid one of the mugs closer to Elena. "That bastard." She whispere
Until Paperwork Do Us Part The Devil's Voice
The rain returned that evening like a slow creeping storm, gentle at first, almost soft enough to ignore. Elena stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in her study, the city beneath her blurred by glass and water. Light shimmered through the droplet, fragmented like her thoughts. It had been three days since she made her first public strategic move against Damien, initiating a company-wide audit, locking down Vale Corp's cyber security systems, and freezing all unvetted fund transfers. Three days of silence until now. Her phone buzzed on the desk beside her, an unknown number. Her heart paused, the kind of pause, the one that felt less like stillness and more like the body, bracing for something catastrophic. She hesitated, her fingertips hovering just above the screen before she tapped to answer. She didn't speak first, neither did the voice on the other end. Not at once. Instead, a familiar hum filtered through. Classical music, a waltz, one she had not heard in years, her mother'
Until Paperwork Do Us Part The Trap is Sprung
Morning arrived with the clarity of glass and the cool precision of loaded guns. Elena sat at her desk in Vale Corp's Executive wing, staring at the monitors arrayed before her. The footage from the past few days was playing in sequence, each time-stamped clip revealing just enough to confirm her instincts had been right. Gerald Wynn had been feeding information through Olivia, and Olivia, ever the polished analyst with flawless lipstick and fake sympathy, had been Damien's direct threat into the company. No longer. No more.She tapped her finger twice against the screen, freezing on a moment where Olivia stood too close to the freight entrance, phone pressed against her cheek, speaking with an intensity that betrayed her usual professional facade. The person receiving her whispered updates wasn't visible, but Layla's recovered messages confirmed that the man Olivia had been listening to wasn't just any reporter or insider.It was Damien's latest alias: M. Cresswell, a fictional e
Until Paperwork Do Us Part Fractures and Firelight
The morning haze over the city was soft and deceptive, drifting across the skyline like silk, hiding the sharpened blade of what was to come. Elena stood on the penthouse balcony, her fingers wrapped around the warm mug of black coffee, her expression unreadable as the sun fought its way through a thin layer of fog. The world was quiet, but her thoughts were not. The vibration of her phone broke the silence. A call, then another, then the call. It was Mia. Elena stepped inside and answered. "Ms. Vale? Elena? I'm so sorry..." Mia said the moment the line connected, her voice was breathless, urgent, and threaded with anxiety. "I made a mistake." Elena stilled, instantly alert. "What kind of mistake?" "I should have waited before bringing you that file," Mia continued. "I ran it through another verifier this morning. The data, it wasn't raw, it was planted, meant to look like it came from Jack's clearance, but it was too clean, too linear, almost like someone wanted me to find it.
Until Paperwork Do Us Part Measures of Trust
The night inside the penthouse felt unusually still, as if the entire space had been holding its breath ever since Elena laid down her conditions. Nothing had shattered between them physically, yet something unmistakable had cracked, something that no conversation or well-meaning look could easily repair. Jack stood in the center of the living room long after Elena had disappeared into her study, the dim light of the chandelier casting long fragmented shadows across the floor. His jaw was clenched, not in anger, but in something quieter and far more dangerous—determination. He was losing her.Not just as a partner in this fake marriage, but as the one person he had not expected to need so deeply. And it wasn't just about what Richard had said or what Mia had implied, it was the way Elena had looked at him, like a stranger. Maybe not like a stranger, but like a minefield. She had once leaned into his silence, trusted his instincts, without needing proof. But now, that bond had fra
Until Paperwork Do Us Part Unseen Threads
It was barely past noon when Elena heard the knock, not the kind of knock that echoed with formality or the weight of bad news. It was hesitant, soft like a whisper, against the doors of the penthouse. She stood in the hallway, momentarily frozen, dressed in an ivory blouse and pale green trousers. Her hair swept back in a simple twist. Jack wasn't home. That, perhaps, was the only reason she opened the door without question. To her surprise, it was Mia, a secretary from Vale Corp's PR team. The young woman stood on the threshold, a file clutched to her chest, an oversized blazer barely shielding her from the wind outside. Her expression flickered between nervousness and determination. "Mia?" Elena asked, brow arching, "Is everything alright?" "I... I know I should have requested a meeting through channels," Mia said quickly, "but I needed to speak with you, alone."Elena stepped aside, silently gesturing her to come in. The moment the door closed behind her, the luxury of the p
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