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Marriage Proposal

Jace's POV "You want to do right by Jessie? Then come to the mansion. Bring whatever you find about Isabella straight to me there." I straightened, feeling more confident now that I'd gained some ground. "Jessie's been wanting to see you. Mother's been... difficult about letting her leave the house, as you know. But if you come with information about Isabella, with proof that you helped bring her home, well... maybe I could arrange for you and Jessie to have some time together. Properly. Without sneaking around like teenagers." Kyle's expression shifted, and for the first time since I'd known him, he looked genuinely surprised. "You'd do that? Go against your mother?" "For Isabella? For Jessie's happiness?" I nodded. "In a heartbeat." The criminal kingpin who ruled these streets with fear and violence looked, for just a moment, like a young man in love. Vulnerable. Human. "Forty-eight hours," he said finally. "I'll come to your fancy mansion with whatever I find. And Jace?

What Mother Wants

Jace's POV “What do you mean?” My voice was steady, but my pulse roared in my ears like a war drum as I repeated the question. Her lips twitched…half a smile, half a warning…but she didn’t answer. “Mother.” I stepped closer, close enough to see the flicker of something in her eyes. Not fear. Not guilt. Something colder. “Tell me what you meant about the so-called Alexander.” She turned her back on me, crossing to the decanter on the sideboard. Her hand trembled only slightly as she poured herself a drink. “You wouldn’t understand, Jace.” “Then make me understand,” I snapped. “What is it you’re hiding? What do you know about him? What does that have to do with my sister?” Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t turn. She raised the glass, staring at it as if the amber liquid could offer escape. “Go back to your own place,” she said finally, her voice low and sharp. “Stay out of things you cannot possibly comprehend.” I almost laughed…almost. “That’s your answer? After

Mother Will Fix It

Jace’s POV The sound of the lock clicking from the outside was louder than thunder in my ears. I froze, hand still wrapped around the doorknob, every muscle in my body straining against the impossible reality…that Mother had locked us in. Jessie’s voice was small, almost childlike. “Jace…?” I shoved the door with my shoulder. The wood groaned but held. “Mom!” My voice bellowed down the hall. “Open this door. Right now.” For a long, suffocating moment, there was only silence. Then her voice drifted through the keyhole, calm and poisonous. “You’re not leaving. Not until this is finished. Alexander will be here soon, and Jessie will meet Alexander properly. This will all be settled before the night is over.” Jessie gasped, stepping closer. “You can’t be serious…Mother, you can’t just lock us in like animals!” Her laugh was low, brittle. “You’re young. You think love is the world. But marriage is about power, legacy. Alexander will protect you, Jessie. He will secure our

Maid in Disguise

Isabella’s POV “When will breakfast be ready? We are starving!” Jaxon’s voice dragged through the kitchen doorway like nails on glass. I turned slowly, spatula in hand, and gave him the kind of eye-roll that could peel paint off the walls. “Relax, warlord. Food’s almost done. Try not to faint before then.” He chuckled, shook his head, and disappeared again. Yup. That’s me now…Damien’s personal maid. Tragic, right? Once upon a time, I was meant to be a soon-to-be rich woman, living easy once my deal with Jace came through. But fate? Oh no. Fate handed me an apron and said surprise, sweetheart. Gosh I hate this arrogant man who calls himself Damien Voss so much. The cruel joke? He still thinks I don’t remember a thing…that I’m floating around in some convenient little amnesia bubble. But I remember everything. Every detail. And I’ve been playing along in this sick game, pretending to be clueless while quietly mapping my escape. I’ve even managed to make one friend in

The Nurse’s Arrival

Isabella’s POV The bell cut through the laughter like a blade. Everyone froze. Forks hung midair. Even Jaxon’s jaw flexed like he was chewing glass. “Who the hell—” one of the men started. “Mateo,” Jaxon barked. The tall, dark-haired one peeled himself off the wall and padded to the monitor. He bent down, squinting at the screen. A moment later he turned, expression unreadable. “It’s the nurse.” For a beat, Jaxon looked confused, almost like he had forgotten. Then, muttering something under his breath, he smacked his own forehead. “Right. Ellie’s checkup. Shit.” He waved at one of the guys. “Bring her up. And for fuck’s sake, don’t scare her. She’s here for Ellie.” I inhaled deep, flexing my fingers, rolling my neck like I was warming up for a fight. Which, in a way, I was. My fight just didn’t happen in a ring. Mine was a different kind of contest…the escaping contest. I stood, stacking plates. Jaxon’s eyes snapped to me. “Leave it. That’s against the rules.”

No One Should Touch You

Isabella's POV This was Theo…the silent one, the watchful one, the man who looked like he’d snap a neck without blinking. And yet here he was, kneeling in front of me, treating my wounds like they actually mattered. I must’ve been staring too long, because without glancing up he muttered, “I’m not in love with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” I nearly choked on my own spit, coughing so hard I had to grip the counter for balance. “Excuse me?!” His lips tugged into the faintest smirk, though his eyes stayed on my foot. “You’ve been staring like I just proposed marriage.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I was not! I…God, you’re so full of yourself. I never said that!” “Mm.” He hummed low, the sound almost like a laugh but too subtle, too quiet. “Right.” That one word carried more weight than a paragraph. Teasing, dismissive, and yet somehow… amused. I scowled, trying to find a comeback, but he was already wrapping the last of the bandage, his touch maddeningly careful,

Oops, I Did It Again

Isabella’s POV Oh. My. God. I did it again. The first time, I kicked him down there. That was last week. Right? This time, I knee-jerked him right in his nose. I mean, what are the odds? Twice in a row? I should get a medal in Creative Ways to Die Young. Damien’s glare could’ve melted steel. Blood poured from his nose like the wrath of Satan himself, dripping down his lips, staining his chest. He looked like a cross between a gladiator fresh from the pit and a vampire who bit the wrong artery. Oh geez. I just broke Damien’s nose. Okay, technically I didn’t break it…yet…but judging by the Niagara Falls of blood pouring down his face, I definitely gave it a hell of a head start. My brain screamed Run! but my stupid injured foot screamed louder: Sit your ass down before we both die. Damien’s chest rose and fell like he was one exhale away from turning into a dragon. His nostrils flared wide, blood dripping onto his perfectly ironed shirt, staining it in angry red blotch

Are You Hot or Cold?

Isabella’s POV The air went dead. Damien’s body went rigid against mine, every vein and muscle tightening like a live wire about to snap. His bloody nose still dripped, his chest still pressed into me, and yet somehow his presence shifted from infuriatingly inappropriate to apocalyptic danger. The door clicked shut again. Someone had walked in. “Boss,” Jaxon’s voice cut through the silence, casual but edged with caution. “She’s resisting and threatening to hurt herself.” Oh, thank God. Ellie. Please let Ellie have caused enough chaos to drag this Neanderthal’s attention away from me. Damien didn’t release me. Instead, his head tilted back toward Jaxon, his grip on my waist tightening like I was a prize he’d be damned to hand over. “Knock her out if you have to, Jaxon,” Damien growled, his voice low but lethal. “So the poor nurse can finally go home.” And then…just like that…he started moving. Before I could so much as squeak, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing

A Companion

Isabella’s POV The voice sliced through me like a blade dipped in acid. I whipped my head around so fast my neck cracked, eyes wide, pulse slamming in my throat. Empty. The hallway stretched behind me, lit dimly, still, lifeless. Shadows danced across the walls, but no figure. No one. My breath hitched, rattling out of me. I wasn’t crazy. I heard her. I know that voice. That mocking lilt. Those vowels, sharpened into knives. That voice that used to crawl under my skin and make me want to rip my ears off just to get away from it. HER. It couldn’t be. “Maybe I'm just hallucinating,” I whispered to myself, pinning my ear harder against Ellie’s door, trying to drown out the questions in my head. But my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Inside, chaos brewed. Ellie’s muffled struggling. The sharp clatter of metal trays crashing against the floor. A nurse’s exasperated sigh, muttering curses under her breath. Something heavy toppled…wood scraping, maybe a table? Or hope

Subscription Service

Isabella’s POV “Elon Bark?” I muttered, blinking like maybe the words would rearrange themselves into something less absurd. Nope. Still there. I rubbed at the tag like a crazy person, but the name glared back at me like a cosmic middle finger. I whispered it again like an idiot, half-expecting the letters on the tag to magically change into “Spot” or “Max” or literally anything less ridiculous. But nope. Still there. Clear as day. Elon. Freaking. Bark. Maybe I was tripping. Maybe this hellhole finally cracked my skull open. But the dog’s tag wasn’t lying. I scooped him up, clutching his warm body like some lifeline to reality, that voice cut through the silence again. For another second, I thought maybe Damien had slipped something into my drink and I was hallucinating the entire thing. But then the dog licked my wrist, real tongue, real slobber, real warmth, and my heart pounded so hard I could’ve sworn it cracked my ribcage. This wasn’t a trick. This wasn’t a mirage

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