50- Bonus Chapter

    The backseat of the Bentley shimmered in soft light, tinted windows cocooning Anna Rossi in a kind of rich-girl vibe as the car hummed past the glittering streets of London. Her phone buzzed again, another ping from the gossip feeds. She sighed, crossing her long legs.   Rossi Heiress Caught “Flirting Dangerously” with a Prince yet Again? Anna Rossi or Anna Racy? A Breakdown of the Billionaire Sister’s London Romp Five Clutches, One Night: Is She Showing Off or Spiraling?   Anna let out a laugh, dry and sweet like the aged wine they couldn’t even get right at Buckingham dinners. “Flirting dangerously,” she muttered, skimming the article with one manicured finger. “Darling, I invented that danger.”   The car swerved gently, weaving toward the West End where Verre Noire awaited an ultra-exclusive nightclub hidden beneath a Michelin-starred restaurant. Anna reached for her diamond-studded clutch, then paused, eyeing the metallic sapphire one beside it. Her brow furrowed in agony. “Lu

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51- Bonus chapter

London, 9:03 a.m.Luke was waiting downstairs like nothing had happened.He was dressed in a black coat with blacker sunglasses and steel in his jaw, plus a perfectly blank expression as he stood by the Bentley’s open door. He looked like a man ready to guard royalty, not someone who’d had his hands up her dress and his mouth on her neck six hours ago.Anna Rossi descended the marble steps in a blazer-dress that screamed “fuck off” in a dialect only billionaires could afford. Her lush hair was scraped into a high ponytail.She didn’t speak. She merely slid into the backseat with the elegance of someone who’d had centuries to practice pretending she didn’t care.Luke shut the door behind her, it was too gentle. Like she might crack.By the time he got behind the wheel, she was already on her phone, scrolling viciously through either gossip headlines or group texts she didn’t actually care about. Probably both.“Morning,” he said, his voice low, damn near inaudible.She didn’t glance

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52- Bonus Chapter

Luke Marlowe had been shot at three times in his life. Once in Libya. The second in Prague and the last while standing too close to a Saudi prince with a questionable poker habit. None of those things compared to the quiet fury of waiting in a Bentley while Anna Rossi flirted her way through a blind date with a man named Barclay. Barclay. Who the fuck was named Barclay? Was he a polo horse? Luke glanced at the restaurant door again and still no sign of her. Just some other overdressed men with veneers and inherited confidence stepping out with women who looked bored enough to start fires for fun. Luke tapped the steering wheel once. Then again. Still nothing. She’d been in there for ninety minutes now. He adjusted his collar. Again. Not because he needed to, but because if he didn’t do something, he was going to punch the leather dash and that thing cost more than he did. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He knew better. She was Anna Rossi. He was her bodyguard

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

53- Bonus Chapter

The kitchen counter was cold.Anna wasn’t.She was already gasping when Luke lifted her onto it, robe riding high around her hips, bare thighs spread wide like an offering he hadn’t earned but was about to take anyway.His palms gripped her legs, his thumbs dragging slow circles over her skin, his jaw tight with restraint. His voice came low, like he was already halfway gone.“You’re really not giving me a second to breathe.”Her smile was dangerous. “No one told you to come up.”“I didn’t come up,” he said, sliding between her legs. “You dragged me.”She leaned in, her mouth grazing his. “You didn’t exactly fight me off.”He kissed her like that was the only answer he had. “I don’t think this surface is rated for nudity,” she whispered, tilting her hips into his hand.“I’ll call hotel maintenance,” he muttered, trailing kisses from her mouth down her neck. “Let them know you’re the hazard.”She moaned as his teeth found the edge of her collarbone. “God, you’re so hot when you’re irr

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter 54- Side story

Luke didn’t knock this time. He banged.Not hard enough to break the door, just enough to rattle it. Just enough to be heard overthe cheap stereo system inside blasting some remix of something.She opened the door with a grin and a drink in her hand.“Luke,” Claire said, like he was a late RSVP to her private party. Her hair was curled, hermakeup flawless. “Wasn’t expecting you.”“Do not flatter me,” Luke said, stepping inside anyway. “You texted me ten times and leftthree voicemails.”“I figured you’d show up eventually,” she said with a shrug, walking barefoot toward herkitchen island. “You always do.”There were two glasses out. One half-full. One lipstick-stained.Luke’s jaw flexed. “Someone here?”“Does it matter?”His eyes flashed. “You called me crying two nights ago. You said you couldn’t sleep and thatyou wanted to kill yourself.”Claire raised one sculpted brow. “And?”“And now you’re throwing drinks back with some random guy like it never happened?”She tilted her head. “May

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Chapter 55- Side story

Anna didn’t spiral all at once.It started slow.The first purchase was an accidentor at least, that’s what she told herself. A sapphire Cartierring she didn’t need but liked the weight of.The next day, she bought three pairs of Louboutin heels she’d already owned in othercolors. The boutique staff didn’t blink. Of course Ms. Rossi needed another round of redsoles. Of course she needed that Fendi trench coat in both camel and crimson. Of course sheneeded a private viewing of the Bulgari diamond collection at 11 p.m.She kept the sunglasses on the whole time.They assumed it was fashion.It was hangover camouflage.By day three, the marble floors of her walk-in closet were littered with shopping bags, pricetags torn off and thrown like confetti. A champagne glass had been sitting half-full besidethe tub for two days, untouched, forgotten.She hadn’t been to work. She hadn’t spoken to her father. She hadn’t spoken to anyone.Except the salesgirls and the doormen and the strangers who t