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Lena stormed into her bedroom, her chest rising and falling with anger-fueled breaths. The room was dimly lit, the scent of rain clinging to her damp clothes as she closed the door behind her with a firm click.Asher was already inside.He stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the backdrop of the storm still raging outside. His posture was rigid, hands shoved into his pockets, jaw tight. He had changed out of his earlier clothes into a loose black shirt and sweatpants, but despite the comfort of his attire, his entire body screamed tension.Lena crossed her arms, not moving from the door.“What did you say to Vincent?”Asher didn’t respond and neither did he act like anyone was in the room with him. His gaze remained locked on the darkened glass, as if he could ignore her out of existence— which would be better for his sanity at the moment. She must have enjoyed a good ride with her lover.Lena took a step forward. “Mr. Asshole.”Nothing.She clenched her jaw. “I know you

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass as Matteo pulled the sleek bronze Tesla out of the driveway. Vincent sat in the backseat, staring out the window with a hard expression, his school backpack slung lazily over one shoulder.Just as Matteo was about to accelerate, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the driveway."Wait!" Lena’s voice rang out.Vincent turned his head just in time to see her sprinting toward the car, her messy ponytail bouncing as she waved one arm frantically. Matteo sighed, already rolling down the passenger window."Mrs. Josh?" he asked, hidden amusement flickering in his dark eyes."Don’t call me that, call me Lena" Lena huffed, gripping the door handle. "I need a ride to the preschool."Matteo arched a brow. "You do realize this is not a taxi service, right?"Lena ignored him and yanked the back door open, sliding in next to Vincent. She barely had time to close it before Matteo pulled out of the driveway. She mouthed a foul

Lena stormed into her bedroom after another long day at the club, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had spent all night replaying the conversation with Vincent, trying to figure out how to convince Asher of the truth.Asher sat behind his average-sized steel desk situated by the left corner of the room, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His sharp brown eyes flickered to her, then back to the documents in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence beyond that.Lena clenched her jaw. Of course, he was going to make this difficult.“Asher, we need to talk.”“Busy.”She stalked toward him, placing both hands flat on his desk. “Well, too bad. Because this isn’t something you can ignore.”Asher sighed and leaned back, rubbing his temples. “If this is about what happened last night—”“It is,” she interrupted, tersely. “Pamela is being abused.”His entire body tensed, but he kept his expression blank. “Drop it, Lena.”“No.”His jaw tightened, anger tightening in his chiseled j

Phillip straightened his shirt, forcing a casual smile onto his face as if nothing had happened. “Ah, Asher,” he said smoothly, “I was just asking Lena to grab something from the fridge—”He never got to finish his sentence when Asher lunged at him.The first punch landed square on Phillip’s jaw, sending him stumbling back against the counter.“Bastard!” Asher roared, grabbing Phillip by the collar and slamming him into the refrigerator. “You abused my sister? Threatened her? Do you think you’ll get away with it?”Phillip barely had time to react before another punch crashed into his ribs. He gasped, doubling over in pain, but Asher wasn’t done. His fists rained down with relentless fury, fueled by years of oblivion and the weight of Vincent’s words.He had overheard the conversation between Lena and Phillip. Asher couldn't help but blame himself for everything. How couldn't he have noticed it? How could he have let his sister go through all these things for years?Lena backed away, h

Abby walked down the sidewalk, the cool evening breeze tugging at her jacket as she clutched her purse close. Work had been exhausting, and all she wanted was to get home, throw herself onto her bed, and binge-watch some terrible reality TV.But just as she turned the corner, the low purr of an engine crept up behind her.She craned her head backwards to look at the car, just to see Josiah in it waving a hand at her with his million dollars smile in check.She rolled her eyes ignoring him and continued working but he didn't back down.Her brows furrowed as she caught a glimpse of the sleek black car rolling beside her from the corner of her eye.Then came Josiah’s frivolous voice. “Hey, gorgeous. You’re really gonna pretend you don’t see a sexy man like me waving at you?”Abby sighed and kept walking.Josiah’s car slowed to match her pace.He rolled down the window down and stuck out his head slightly. “Abby, don’t do me like this, baby. You’re hurting my heart.”She stopped in her tr