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WICKED APOLOGY

CHAPTER 131 — WICKED APOLOGY MAYA’S POV… :Hey, beautiful. How did it go?The message popped up at the top of my screen, bold and bright, right next to the name that always made my stomach do that stupid little twist nowadays.Aleksander.I stared at it for a second. My thumb hovered above the screen, but I didn’t reply. Not yet. I could almost hear his voice through the words—smooth, amused, with that boyish arrogance that made everything sound like a dare.I typed back slowly.Me: You’re in no position to ask me that.Aleksander: Oh, you’re still mad?Mad?No. Mad was too soft, too polite.Me: I’m not mad. I’m furious.For a moment, the typing dots disappeared. Aleksander: Geez… I think I can make it up to you.I frowned. Here we go again.Me: How?I sent, against my better judgment.A notification blinked. Aleksander sent a photo.God. I knew I shouldn’t click it. My brain screamed don’t, but my thumb didn’t listen.The screen flashed to life—and just like that, my entire nervous

THE DOUCEUR EFFECT

CHAPTER 132 — THE DOUCEUR EFFECT MAYA’S POVI can’t fucking believe it.Aleksander—of all people—had gifted me one of his companies.One of his big companies.He had people transfer assets, arrange staff, and sign entire divisions under my name… behind my back.How does a CEO not know she’s about to own a whole damn company?Easy. When she’s too busy drowning in drama—Maya drama.The car turned sharply into a private driveway lined with tall glass walls and black steel gates. It was sleek—modern—almost intimidating in its precision. The kind of place where deals were made with quiet words and expensive coffee.The gate slid open automatically, revealing a courtyard paved with marble that gleamed under the late sun. A fountain stood in the center, water cascading in perfect arcs.The building was tall and intimidating—modern glass stretched high into the clouds, gleaming like it was dipped in arrogance. I looked at Damian, eyes narrowing. “When did this happen?”“While you were busy

OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEUR

CHAPTER 133– OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEURMAYA’S POV“I have a special delivery from Grace. She insisted you have some…” Damian tilted his head, squinting at the delicate label. “Douceur?”I blinked, almost snatching the box out of his hands. “Wait, Grace sent that?”He nodded, amusement tugging at his lips. “Apparently, yes. She made sure the courier treated it like a state secret. I had to sign twice.”I laughed softly, eyes glued to the sleek pastel box resting in his hands. The word Douceur was etched in gold cursive across the top—simple, elegant, and ridiculously expensive-looking. My heart did a little somersault.“Oh my God,” I whispered, taking it carefully, like it might shatter if I breathed wrong. “It’s even prettier in person.”Damian raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to marry it.”I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries

COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMING

CHAPTER 134 — COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMINGMAYA’S POVWho was I even kidding? Running a big company isn’t cute. It’s spreadsheets, sleepless nights, and fake smiles over bitter coffee. The bigger the company, the more it sucks your soul.I stared at the stack of files on my desk like they were plotting against me. Contracts, audits, legal reviews—each one waiting for my signature like hungry mouths. My brain screamed for caffeine. Coffee. That was my only safe word.“Some coffee sounds nice,” I muttered to myself, shoving the pen aside.When I stood, the chair rolled back with a squeak that echoed across the glass walls. My head was pounding from too much thinking and not enough sleeping. My blazer was half-off my shoulder, my hair fighting gravity, and my mascara had surrendered hours ago. CEO? More like Chief Exhaustion Officer.Violet spotted me from her desk the second I opened the office door. “Ma’am, I can get that for you—”“No,” I cut her off before she even stood. “If I don’

WHEN QUEENS CLASH

CHAPTER 135 — WHEN QUEENS CLASHMAYA’S POV“Blind and broke?” I repeated, each word dropping like a match on gasoline.The woman rolled her eyes, flicking invisible coffee off her wrist like I’d splashed her with acid instead of espresso. “Did I stutter?” she shot back, flipping her sleek blonde hair. Her voice was all bite, no brains. “You people should look where you’re going.”You people.I blinked slowly, jaw tightening. My pulse thudded behind my ears. The kind of anger that didn’t shout—it simmered. I took a breath, fighting the urge to throw my coffee cup right back at her designer blouse.“Look,” I said, keeping my tone cool, almost calm. “It was an accident. Nobody died. Wipe your shirt, move on, and let’s not make a scene.”She let out a mocking laugh that turned a few heads around the café. “A scene? Oh, honey, this is a scene. You think you can just bump into people like me and walk away? You probably don’t even work here. What department are you from? Janitorial?”That di

CALLA, LIES AND ALEKSANDER

CHAPTER 136 — CALLS, LIES, AND ALEKSANDERMAYA’S POVBy the time I left the office, the sky had already turned that strange shade between blue and black—like the city hadn’t decided if it was done for the day or not. Neon signs flickered outside the glass doors of Perkins Enterprises, painting the sidewalks in electric colors. My phone buzzed again, the same name lighting up my screen.Xves.He was leaning against his car when I reached the entrance—black suit, sleeves rolled to the elbows, looking effortlessly put together in a way that annoyed me. There was always something frustratingly calm about him, like the chaos of the world never touched him.When his gaze finally lifted, it landed on me — steady, unreadable, cutting right through me like a blade of ice.“You’re late,” he said. No greeting, no warmth. Just that low, calm tone that carried more weight than a shout.I folded my arms, keeping my tone cool. “Some of us actually work for a living.”“Hmm,” he said, his hand resting

A DINNER WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 137 — A DINNER WITH THE DEVILMAYA’S POVThe Velvet Lounge was too elegant for my mood.Dim lights. Velvet chairs. Jazz humming low in the background — that kind of expensive calm that made me want to flip a table.Aleksander Thorn was already seated when I walked in. Of course he was. It seemed the man was incapable of arriving anywhere late; drama was his love language, but so was control.He looked up from the menu the moment I approached, flashing that smug, movie-poster smile that could make naïve girls forget their morals. I wasn’t one of them.“Maya,” he drawled, standing just enough to seem polite. “You made it. Wasn’t sure if my favorite troublemaker would actually show.”I dropped into the chair opposite him, crossing one leg over the other. “I don’t like being called trouble.”“Then stop looking like it,” he said, lips curving. “What will you have? The steaks look good.”I exhaled sharply, resting a hand on my temple. “Let’s skip the small talk. You know why I’m her

BETWEEN FIRE AND ICE

CHAPTER 138 — BETWEEN FIRE AND ICEMAYA’S POV“Come on.”“Where are we going?” I asked him, breathless, as Aleksander’s hand brushed my elbow.“I know a special place the paparazzi won’t find us,” he said, voice steady but his eyes scanning the chaos ahead. “I’ve actually never shown anyone before. The night’s still young, Maya. And I refuse to let it get ruined by a few nosy cameras.”But I didn’t move.Not because of the cameras.Because Xves was standing there too — right beside me — jaw tight, eyes dark, every inch of him screaming that I shouldn’t go anywhere with Aleksander Thorn.The flashes outside the restaurant were blinding. A storm of voices surrounded us — shouting, clicking, snapping — like a thousand vultures circling for the next scandal.“Ms. Perkins! Who are you leaving with tonight?”“Mr. Thorn! Are you confirming the dating rumors?”“Who’s the man in black? Her bodyguard or her boyfriend?”Every question hit harder than the last.I could feel my heart pounding so l

WHEN THE LIGHTS GOES OUT

CHAPTER 139 — WHEN THE LIGHTS GOES OUTMAYA’S POVBy the time I got home, I swear my soul felt like it had been wrung out, twisted, and hung up to dry under fluorescent light. The city outside the mansion window glowed like molten gold — rich, sleepless, full of life — but all I wanted was silence.You’d think being an heiress meant luxury, rest, and a life of people doing things for you. Spoiler alert: it’s exhausting. It’s the kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones — not from what you do, but from what you have to pretend. Pretend you’re fine. Pretend you’re in control. Pretend the whole damn world doesn’t have an opinion on who you’re seen with.I dropped my heels at the door, kicked one of them a little too hard, and it clattered against the marble floor. My reflection in the glass wall looked like a stranger. Messy hair, ruined lipstick, the faint shimmer of tears I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back.“Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what every front-page heiress should lo

A FACE IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 140 — A FACE IN THE DARKMAYA’S POVMy scream bounced off the marble walls like it was trying to find someone else to belong to. My heart slammed so fast I could feel it pounding against my throat. The dark swallowed everything—the room, the air, my thoughts—until all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing.I fumbled for my phone on the coffee table, nearly tripping over the edge of the couch as my foot slid on spilled water. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped it twice before the screen lit up. The glow cut through the black like a blade.Torch on.My thumb trembled as I swiped, light spilling across the room in a trembling arc.And then—A face.Right in front of me.I screamed again, louder this time, the phone nearly flying out of my hand.The woman screamed back.For a second, the two of us just stood there—two idiots in the dark, scaring the life out of each other.Then, finally, my brain caught up to my eyes.“Elaine?” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest.

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