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21. Your son is an angel

My heart wouldn’t stop racing as Marco held my hand, leading me out of the room. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand, probably trying to calm me down, but it wasn’t working. I had no clue what the host of a mansion this massive and extravagant would be like.“I’m scared to meet your dad,” I whispered, squeezing Marco’s hand as we turned into another room.“Are you scared of me?”“No.”"Then you'll be fine meeting my father."I frowned, about to ask what he meant by that, but the question died in my throat when we rounded the corner, and I was met with the sight of a dining table big enough for a royal banquet. Seated there were four people, and every single one of them looked… intimidating.Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, powerful, and seemed to have so many things in his hands. No doubt, that had to be Marco’s father—the owner of this place, the head of this mansion. His slicked-back black hair reminded me of Marco’s. Now I k

22. Who did that to you?

"Tell me about your nightmare."My heart rumbled in my chest. Apparently this would be the time. I thought Marco turned down drinks with his father because he wanted to do something with me, a continuation of what he'd done earlier that afternoon in the limo and a few minutes ago at the dinner table. My lips curl downward, slightly disappointed.We sat facing each other on the long sofa by the window. Marco's right elbow dug into the back of the sofa, supporting his head. He tilted his head, searching through his eyes. My jaw hardened slightly, not liking the way his gaze seemed to be able to pry into anything. What Leandra was hiding? What Leandra's past was like? Or, what the hell was wrong with her?"It's a long story," I squeaked, pressing one finger into my palm until the nail felt almost through the skin."We’ve got time." His expression was blank—too clear, like the still surface of a lake. But I knew better. Somewhere beneath, a monster was lurking, waiting to drag me under if

23. Just us, all day

Would you talk to me again if I said I haven’t told her yet?***I woke up this morning to the sound of a text notification from Pedro. Last night, I asked him if he had told Kim that I was in Missouri. And the answer I got this morning was a relief.I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Marco's side of the bed was cold. That meant he'd been up since earlier, and there was no sign of him in the room. The clock still showed eight in the morning. Had he left already? This early?I finally just decided to go to the bathroom, clean myself up quickly because today I was going to surprise Kim. I could already imagine her tiny eyes widening in shock before she bombarded me with a million questions about why I was back in Missouri.On my way to the bathroom, something outside the window caught my eye. I stepped closer and peered down. There he was—Marco—out for a run with someone. Both of them were shirtless. I had to stop myself from drooling. But before I could admire the view for too lo

24. Are you okay?

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the garden. Mr. Montgomery was tending to his plants with care, his wrinkled hands expertly pruning the leaves. I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around and smiled when he saw me."Good morning," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded. "Yeah, I slept great. Thanks for letting me stay here."Mr. Montgomery waved his hand dismissively. "No problem at all. I'm happy you're here. And I should be thanking you too."I raised an eyebrow, confused. "Thank me? For what?""Because you managed to get my son to stay here for a while," he replied, his eyes lighting up. "He's been so busy with work lately, he hardly has time to visit."I smiled, imagining Marco coming around more often. It felt nice to think about him taking a break from his busy life and spending time with his father. "I'm happy to help," I said, feeling a sense of pride.Mr. Montgomery then turned to m

25. How badly do you want me?

"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But he said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voice conflicting. "He said you see her in me."Marco shrugged.

26. The only name you’d ever scream would be mine

"Tell me what you imagined back then."It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them."“Demonstrate. Continue.”From my lips, my hand trailed down to my breasts, twisting my nipple between my fingers. I let out a soft moan, locking eyes with Marco through the mirror.“Does Marco not wanna touch these?” My fingers slid down to my waist, rubbing slow, teasing strokes. “I wanted your hands right here.” Then, biting my lip, I let my hand wander lower, fingers brushing over the heat between my legs. Marco let out a deep, guttural groan.“Does Marco not wanna fuck me here? Doesn’t he wanna sink his cock deep inside me?”I could already feel how wet I was—had been, since Marco had kissed me in his room. My fingers danced over my clit, the pleasure forcing my eyes shut as my breath hitched.That pissed Marco off.“Look at me, little bitch!”I opened my eyes, watching him move clo

27. Darling, no one can hear us

The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker. "Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice as I rolled over, turning my back on the light.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You really wanna waste the day off I promised you by just sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned back around, facing him. He was staring at me. "So, what's the first thing on the agenda, Mr. 'I-Have-A-Plan'?""Take a bath together. How’s that for a great idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately scooped me up off the bed. "Considering you only wake up when I’m already dressed."I smacked his chest, making him laugh. He carried me t

28. I'm sorry, darling

"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... It's very peaceful

29. Will he be okay?

I screamed when a black car from the front suddenly changed lanes and blocked our path. Marco’s arm instinctively shot out in front of my chest, holding me back as he slammed on the brakes.My heart stopped. Everything happened too fast—Marco’s quick movements, him grabbing something from the glove compartment, slipping it into his waistband.Then he looked at me, his voice low and apologetic.“I’m sorry, darling.”“W-what?” Panic surged through me as Marco unbuckled his seatbelt. “Where are you going? Marco, what—what are you doing?”Two men in black suits stepped out of the car that had cut our car off. They walked toward us, and Marco prepared to get out. “If you want to save me, don’t do anything reckless. Get out of here as fast as you can and find my father. Tell him not to pull out the lilies in his garden.”Before I could even process his words, Marco was already out of the car. He shouted something in a foreign language, and the two men grabbed him instantly. There was no tim

30. Just trust him

The room felt smaller than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers laced together, trying to calm the relentless pounding in my chest after my conversation with Thomas. He had assigned guards to watch my every move. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.A knock on the door. Once. Twice. Quick and impatient.I turned my head, but before I could say anything, the door swung open.Brigitte walked in like an unstoppable storm. Her steps were unhurried, but there was something about her presence that made the room feel darker. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, with bangs partially covering her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes look even sharper. Her pale lips curled into a lazy smirk, and her faded band tee hugged her frame, paired with a short skirt and fishnet stockings.“Bonjour, chérie.” Her voice was low, almost teasing. “Thomas sent me,” she added, slamming the door shut with one smooth motion. She tossed her worn-out leather jacket over the nearest chair and the

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