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The roar of the jet’s engines faded into the salt-heavy air as the Vallerand jet touched down on the sleek runway of Malé International Airport. The humid wind rushed in the moment the aircraft doors opened, warm and fragrant with the scent of seaweed, coconuts, and brine.The world here was a painting come to life. The sky glistened like polished glass, its deep blue horizon cradling the ocean below. The sea fractured into a thousand shades of turquoise and emerald, jeweled with sunlit ripples and dotted with islands the size of pearls. White sand gleamed in the distance, impossibly pristine, as if untouched by time.Paradise. A word whispered in glossy travel brochures. But for those descending the jet stairs, paradise was an illusion, a stage where unspoken dramas were about to unfold.Lance was the first to step down, his tall frame cutting a figure of absolute control. Dark sunglasses concealed the storm in his eyes, but inside, he was boiling. His jaw flexed once as he scanned t
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Bianca’s napkin lingers against her lashes, her show of vulnerability staged with delicate precision. The room is still thick with her words, the mothers glowing with approval, the fathers watchful in their silence.And then, with a smile that glints like a blade hidden in silk, she turns her head ever so slightly. Her gaze falls on Adrianna.“You understand, don’t you?” Bianca says sweetly. “You’re a woman like me. Surely you agree it’s best to follow one’s heart.”The statement is gentle in tone, but the weight of it crashes across the table. All eyes pivot, like chess pieces moved in unison, to Adrianna.Adrianna feels her breath catch. Heat rushes to her cheeks, but her hands are ice cold. The stem of her glass trembles between her fingers, and she lowers it quickly, terrified of spilling. Her chest tightens as if invisible hands have clasped around it.This is a trap. Bianca has left her no escape.She feels the sharp stare of Mrs. Giovanni at her side, Mrs Vallerand’s expecting
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The dining room holds its breath after Lance’s words.His tone had been firm, colder than the silverware glinting beneath the chandelier, and for a brief second it seems even the maids standing in their poised line at the wall stop breathing. The only sound is the faint clink of crystal, the shimmer of firelight reflecting across golden cutlery.Great Vallerand does not move immediately. His fork rests neatly on his plate, the lines of his face as hard as marble. His silence is not weakness—it is power. He lets it weigh over the table until the air thickens with discomfort. When he does speak, his voice cuts through like a blade sliding from its sheath.“You speak of business,” Great Vallerand says, his French accent clipped, his tone measured but carrying a resonance that fills every corner of the room. “But you forget, Lance… family is also business. Legacy is business. Do not mistake the two as separate.”Lance’s jaw flexes. “Marriage is not a contract, not a boardroom deal. It is
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The dining hall glows with golden light. Chandeliers of Venetian glass scatter warmth over the long mahogany table, polished until it gleams like a mirror. Atop it, silver platters glisten with steam, each one carrying the work of Michelin chefs brought in from Paris for this single night. The scent of rosemary and truffle drifts upward, mingling with the delicate perfume of fresh roses arranged in vases along the center.The table is dressed not only with food but with quiet tension. Every place setting is a stage, every movement calculated.At the head sits Philippe Vallerand—the Great Vallerand. His silvered hair is cropped neatly, his black suit cut so sharply that it seems part of his very frame. He does not need to raise his head to command the room; his presence is an iron weight pressing down on everyone else. He cuts into the meat, His fork lifts, lowers again. That simple rhythm is enough to silence even whispers.Beside him sits his wife, draped in a gown of emerald silk, h
You Are Mine Chapter 91
The scent of cedarwood polish and faint cologne hangs in the air as Lance Vallerand stands inside one of Los Angeles’ most exclusive tailoring houses. The shop, known among the elite simply as Leclair’s, is more sanctuary than storefront. Its walls gleam with dark walnut panels, the lighting soft but precise, falling over rows of bespoke suits in muted grays, midnight blues, and obsidian blacks. Confidentiality is the cornerstone of this place; no paparazzi, no gossip. Men like Lance come here not only for perfection in their attire but for the assurance that what happens here will never slip into the outside world.The tailor himself, Marcel Leclair, is a man in his late fifties. He is compact, precise in movement, with a thin frame that seems designed for efficiency. His face is lined, not from weariness, but from years of intense concentration, his gray hair combed back neatly, his glasses sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose. Marcel has clothed men who ruled industries, politi
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Wade studies her like she’s a piece of art, his whiskey glass catching the light each time he turns it lazily in his hand. He doesn’t speak immediately. He lets the silence stretch, lets it strangle her, until Bianca can practically hear the thud of her own pulse.Finally, he breaks it.“You hate it,” he says, his voice smooth, amused. “The clothes. The wig. The entire charade. I could see it in your face.”Bianca clenches her jaw. Of course, I hate it. Do you take pleasure in humiliating me? She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering.Instead, she turns her head sharply, her eyes like shards of glass. “If you wanted to parade me like a beggar, you’ve had your laugh. Now let’s talk.”Wade chuckles low, leaning back in his seat. “Impatient. That’s what I like about you, Bianca. Straight to the fire.”“Fire?” she repeats, her voice biting. “You’ve dragged me into your hell, Wade, but don’t mistake me for one of your flames. I don’t burn—I make others burn.”For the first time, h
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