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101. Damon's Not A Saint

For a moment, I could only hear the tick of the AC and Camila’s breathing against my shirt. Catherine Moretti. The name didn’t stab the way it used to, but it still wasn’t a wound I liked touched. I went quiet long enough that Camila pulled back to look at me properly. “Before I came along,” she said softly, “all that stuff about Catherine was everywhere. Ronan leaked it to the media. I never knew how much was true.” Her fingers twisted in the hem of my shirt. “Did you really lock her in a mental asylum because she tried to leave you?” My jaw flexed. No matter what I said, it would sound like a defense. I’d earned that. I opened my mouth to answer— The shrill tone of the burner phone cut straight through the room and Camila flinched. I exhaled slowly, forced my shoulders down, and reached for it. “So?” Nadia said, without greeting. “How are we getting the rest of it?” I asked. “You said you have physical documents as well. That won’t fit in my inbox.” “You’ll get all of it th

102. Fuck Toy

The name sat between us like a dare. Camila shook her head. “I still don’t believe it’s him. If anything, my gut says Edmund. You know all the creepy things he did. Also, he's a techie.” I watched the line of her jaw tighten. “Whatever theory you’re building around Damon? Drop it. Don’t mention him being the stalker again.” “I hope I’m wrong,” I told her. “For your sake.” The next few days were something almost normal, if you ignored the fact that we were waiting for a traitor to hand us the evidence to bury my brother. Camila settled into her new remote job—business analyst for some ecommerce startup. Mornings, she and Maya took short walks around the block before diving into their laptops. Sometimes I’d be on a call, glance at my screen, and see a blurry photo from Camila: Maya laughing under a streetlamp, or a stray cat that somehow reminded her of me. Afternoons, Damon would swing by for “accidental” lunch near her place. Photos followed those too. Coffee cups, half‑eaten san

103. Don't Hate Your Mom

Camila's POVIris’s little voice cut off mid‑ramble. Seraphina’s fork slipped from her fingers and hit the plate with a sharp clink. Damon went very still, while Silas glared at Natasha.I felt the hit, but I didn’t give her the flinch she clearly wanted. Through all the reactions, Lucien continued cutting his steak with unhurried precision. Now he set his knife and fork down and looked directly at Natasha. “When you come for Camila,” he said, voice soft enough that everyone leaned in to hear, “you come for me. And there is no universe where that ends well for you.” The promise in his tone carried more weight than anyone yelling could have. Natasha’s shoulders drew back a fraction. She knew exactly what she was staring at. I took my time, lifting my glass, swallowing a mouthful of water to cool the heat in my chest. When I set it down and met her eyes, my voice came out steady. “The engagement is a lot more complicated than what the tabloids are printing. There are things at

104. Not Doing This Again

A bitter laugh burned the back of my throat. “You know that’s a hell of a thing to say about someone who’s dead, right?” “It’s a hell of a thing to live through.” Anger rushed up fast. “Clara was miserable and cruel and unstable, I know that. But that’s postpartum. That’s depression. She sacrificed everything for me, to give me a life, to make you a father, and you walked away. Now you get to stand here in your beautiful house and call her an abuser?” “I never cheated on her. Not before the marriage ended. I knew Seraphina, yes—but as a colleague. The twins aren’t my biological children.” Now my thoughts snagged. “They’re not yours?” “No. I didn’t leave because I wanted a new family. I left because I’d been living in a war zone for years and she refused any kind of help. I know you witnessed and remember some events.” They were crystal clear in my head. Clara shouting until her voice went raw, plates slamming into the sink, doors banging, the constant accusation in her eyes whe

105. The Exchange

Lucien picked me up just after dark. He wore a cap pulled low, dark hoodie, and plain jeans. I had my hair tucked into a baseball cap, an oversized sweatshirt, and leggings. Two aggressively average people carrying a medium‑sized box that rattled faintly with every step. The horse ranch Nadia chose sat on the city’s edge. The lights glowed softly, kids squealed near the paddocks, couples strolled with paper cups in hand, and a few riders circled the arena. It looked like the last place you’d come to trade crime and revenge. Maybe that was the point. “Impressive,” a woman we walked past remarked. “Didn’t think the disguise would fool you that badly.” We both stopped. I had barely noticed the woman sitting alone at a picnic table near the fence. The woman pushed her hood back. The first thing I saw was the shine of her scalp—completely bald, not even a shadow of stubble. One iris was an unnatural icy blue, the other a deep brown. Contacts. Nadia. If she hadn’t spoken, I would have

106. Unit 4D

Lucien's POVI grabbed her hand the moment she wanted to charge at Nadia who had turned away again. My grip on her wrist was firm but careful. Her pulse beat hard against my fingers. “She’s walking away like she did nothing!” Camila snapped, her chest rising and falling fast. “She helped ruin my life and can’t even say sorry?” I stepped closer, using my body to block her line of sight to Nadia’s retreating figure. “Look at me, Fiera.” Her eyes dragged up to mine, bright with anger and hurt. “An apology from someone like her is nothing. We'll deal with her, I promise you.” "But I don't want to deal with her! I don't want a messy battle. I just... I just want a goddamned apology. I want her to go on her knees and beg for my forgiveness for fuck's sake!" Her lower lip trembled after those last words and I pulled her to my chest.I said nothing and held her tight while she breathed hard, until they evened and she wrapped her small hands around my waist.“Come on,” I murmured. “Let’s

107. Spanks For A Good Girl

"It's Jessica's assistant asking about Jessica."Her eyes tightened at the corner, her shoulders drew in, and her lips softened into a pout she tried to hide by looking away. She was my Fiera, but the mention of Jessica's name still cut—and I wasn’t tolerating that. I caught her chin before she could fully turn, tilting her face back to mine. The phone stayed pressed to my ear. Her green eyes flashed with something between annoyance and hurt."Listen," I said into the phone, keeping my gaze locked on Camila. "Maybe she's too ashamed to show her face after the humiliation. Maybe she's holed up somewhere fucking random men to feel better about herself. I don't know, and I don't care. I'm not responsible for her wellbeing or her whereabouts. Stop calling me."A stunned pause. “So you don’t know where she is? We are filing a missing—” I ended the call mid sentence and dropped my phone into my pocket.Camila's mouth parted slightly, breath hitching. The irritation in her eyes warred with

108. Come For Me, Fiera

She nodded breathlessly and my chest tightened. The trust and love in her eyes. The surrender.I lined myself up again and pushed in just an inch, then leaned down to kiss her. The motion drove me deeper, my hips settling against hers, and suddenly I was buried to the hilt."Lucien..." Her moan poured directly into my ear, high and broken and perfect. Her nails dug into my back, body arching up into mine like she wanted to fuse us together. I felt her everywhere. Around me, beneath me, consuming me.As she adjusted, I kissed her deeply. Her chest heaved against mine, every breath ragged. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own."You're overdressed," I murmured against her mouth, pulling back slightly. "I don't like it."I braced my weight on one arm and held her steady with the other while she fumbled with her top, pulling it up and over her head. Her bra was discarded next and finally I could ravish those sexy little nipples.When I le

109. Sex In The War Room

I left her curled on her side with one hand tucked under her cheek. The morning light caught the auburn in her hair and made it glow like embers. I wanted to pull her close, lose myself in her again, but rest was important. The next few weeks are about to be hectic.I pressed a kiss to her temple, careful not to disturb her, and left a note on the pillow: Don't skip breakfast. Be a good girl and work only as much as you can handle. I’ll be back before you can miss me properly- L.My drive back was quiet until my phone rang. Unknown number. I answered on bluetooth."Lucien Hayes."The caller went silent. It was then I knew who it was that had disturbed my peace."Where is Nadia?" The voice slithered through the speakers."Somewhere playing wife for you, maybe?" "Do you think it's a joke?""Yes, you?" He laughed sinisterly. "I see. You are with Nadia. You kidnapped her, and that gave you the balls to make jokes with me, right?""Wow. Nadia left? Seems your little toy finally grew a

110. Lucien's Virgin Story

"Oh my God..."I’d heard that particular pitch before, usually when she stubbed her toe or watched a really good kissing scene.Just… never like this, this drawn‑out, breathy edge that made my ears go hot. Lucien’s jaw flexed. “Rafael was in there when we left.” We stared at the door of 4D like it might explode. Another cry slipped out, softer but still absolutely none of our business. Lucien grabbed my wrist and tugged me back a step. “We’re leaving.” “Yep,” I breathed. “Retreating. Tactical retreat.” We moved down the hall fast, suddenly way too aware of how thin those walls probably were. My face was burning. By the time we got inside my apartment, I shut the door and leaned back against it, torn between laughing and screaming into a pillow. Lucien dropped onto the couch and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Well. That’s… new.” “I live with her,” I groaned. “She tells me everything. How did I miss this?” "You didn't. There was nothing to miss. I know for a fact they weren’t s

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