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A faint red mark, just at the curve of her neck. Charles’ mouth from last night—his kisses, his rough sucking, left something.Charles saw it. Unbothered.He stared, and he seemed to find it attractive.His throat moved as he swallowed hard. His hand clenched subtly on the newspaper. Nancy didn’t notice.Emily’s cheeks flamed.Gosh. Not now. Not here.“ I… I burned myself,” she blurted, too fast. “With the curling iron. Yesterday.” She forced a laugh, brittle and false. “I’m so careless.”Nobody pressed further. They seemed to accept his words, and no one doubted.Except Charles.He was still looking. Still burning through her with that unreadable stare.You did this, she thought. You put me here. And now you sit there without a care.She cursed his name silently. Over and over.Before someone could ask her again, she quickly raised a question to Justin to change the topic. “Why are you here?”Justin suddenly leaned close again, voice low with teasing ease.He grinned.“Because I miss

Emily was taken aback.She couldn't process his words—not clearly, not quickly. Maybe she had misheard him. Maybe the wine had blurred her senses, wrapped her thoughts in fantasy and made her hallucinate a truth she so desperately longed for.But his eyes…They were still on her. Sharp. Intense. Unwavering. And that look alone made her breath falter, made her nerves tremble beneath the weight of her own heartbeat.She didn’t know what he meant exactly. Not yet.But she wanted to believe something impossible…That he wanted her to stay away from Justin… not for Warren's sake, but for his own.That Charles was jealous.Because he wanted her.Her lips trembled as she finally found her voice, fragile and uncertain. “What… what do you mean?” she asked, almost breathless, as if her body feared her question more than his answer.Maybe she was imagining things.Maybe the wine was playing tricks on her sanity.Charles didn’t speak.He simply stared—taking in every inch of her face beneath him.

Emily’s fingers closed around the phone, her grip tightening until her knuckles paled.She stared at the message like it might change if she looked long enough.[Don’t run. They’re watching you.]Her chest rose sharply, breath catching as a cold rush spread down her spine.They were watching her.Of course they were.Her thoughts raced, spinning faster than the train’s wheels beneath her. There was only one man powerful and ruthless enough to keep eyes on her without her ever noticing.Senior Frederick Adam. The old master, their grandpa.He had the money. The reach. The motive.He wanted his grandson, Warren married—to her. And he would stop at nothing to ensure that the ceremony happened, no matter what Emily wanted. She was a strategic move on a chessboard far bigger than herself, and he’d made it clear from the beginning: there was no backing out.After she signed the contract. She belonged to Warren now.She gripped her phone tighter, heart thudding wildly in her chest. But a dee

Outside Emily’s cabin, the stars blinked above, indifferent to the weight thickening between the two men.Charles leaned against the cold concrete wall, the dim light from the streetlamp casting a sharp shadow across his face. Smoke curled from his lips as he took a long drag from his cigarette, then released it slowly into the night air, savoring the silence.“So,” Charles asked casually, his voice low, “do you like her?”Justin didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”Charles’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his posture didn’t change. Another drag. Another cloud of smoke. He exhaled like he had all the time in the world. “You can’t like her,” he said, each word measured, final. A quiet command.Justin didn’t flinch. “Why not?”Silence. Heavy, tense. Charles didn’t answer. Not yet. He studied Justin like a man weighing his next move in a dangerous game. He took another deliberate drag, not in a hurry, then let the embers flicker at the tip of the cigarette.Justin’s eyes didn’t waver. “Tell me, Charles.

The sun had begun its slow descent over the horizon, casting a golden shimmer across the ocean’s calm surface. The yacht glided smoothly through the gentle waves, its polished decks bathed in sunset light, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses. Music floated through the warm air, soft jazz, elegant and relaxed.Waiters moved quietly, offering canapés and champagne. The crew was all smiles, and the team, still glowing from the successful shoot, stood in small clusters chatting and sipping their drinks.Emily stood near the rail, the ocean breeze tugging softly at her hair. She kept a smile on her lips, even as her heart pulsed with a quiet ache. Justin stood nearby, not speaking, just staying close — his silent presence grounding her.“Alright, everyone!” Nancy’s clear, poised voice rose over the music. She stood at the center of the deck, a champagne glass in hand, her cream gown fluttering softly like seafoam around her. “May I have your attention for a moment?”The guests tu