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Isabella Leonardo:It had been five days since I decided to take that week-long break. Five days of silence in the mansion, punctured only by Amara's giggles and Christopher's occasional check-ins when he wasn't buried in business. At first, the peace was refreshing. But now? I was restless. I missed the noise of the bar, Naomi's sarcastic one-liners, and even the irritatingly loud regulars who always had too much to drink.I stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "God, I'm losing my mind," I muttered.Finally, I slid off the bed and wandered toward Amara's wing of the house. If anyone could fix this boredom, it was her.I knocked gently before peeking in. "Hey, sweetheart, are you awake?"Amara looked up from where she was sprawled on the rug, sketchbook open, colored pencils scattered around her. "Bells!" she grinned. "I was going to come find you.""Oh yeah?" I stepped in, shutting the door behind me. "What's up?"She rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin on her

Last Updated : 2025-11-10

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Christopher Gravemoor:The lounge was dimly lit, a haze of cigar smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. It was one of those exclusive spots where money bought privacy, and silence was the currency everyone respected. The kind of place where whispers carried more weight than shouts.I pushed open the door, Collins and Mikhail accompanied me, stopping outside as I stepped in. Matthew was already there, leaning against a leather armchair with two glasses of whiskey on the table. Across from him, Elias sat with his legs stretched out like he owned the place, his dark eyes gleaming with the smugness I remembered too well."Chris," Matthew greeted, forcing a smile. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."I didn't bother to answer. My gaze locked on Elias. Years had passed, yet the bastard hadn't changed much-still too composed, still hiding something behind that smirk of his.I moved to the chair opposite him and sat, posture straight, controlled. "You asked for this meeting. So tal

Last Updated : 2025-11-10

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Christopher Gravemoor:The lounge was dimly lit, a haze of cigar smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. It was one of those exclusive spots where money bought privacy, and silence was the currency everyone respected. The kind of place where whispers carried more weight than shouts.I pushed open the door, Collins and Mikhail accompanied me, stopping outside as I stepped in. Matthew was already there, leaning against a leather armchair with two glasses of whiskey on the table. Across from him, Elias sat with his legs stretched out like he owned the place, his dark eyes gleaming with the smugness I remembered too well."Chris," Matthew greeted, forcing a smile. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."I didn't bother to answer. My gaze locked on Elias. Years had passed, yet the bastard hadn't changed much-still too composed, still hiding something behind that smirk of his.I moved to the chair opposite him and sat, posture straight, controlled. "You asked for this meeting. So tal

Last Updated : 2025-11-10

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