Semua Bab Dangerous Affection: The billionaire and the college girl.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

EMILY. Daya flopped down beside me in the library, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. "Oh my God, Emily, yesterday was a disaster." I raised an eyebrow. "What happened?" “The guy was a total dud. The sex was bad, I had to fake it, and he didn’t even last long. And now he won’t stop texting me.” I giggled, trying to stifle it. “Oof. That’s rough.” “Don’t laugh, I’m seriously traumatized,” she said, crossing her arms with a pout. “At least it makes a good story.” “Yeah, yeah. So, what about you? Did you finally let your wild side out or are you still living the grandma life?” I hesitated, then smirked. “Maybe I did something. Maybe I didn’t.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. Who? When? Where?” she paused “ okay I know when but Give me something!” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “It was good. Really good.” She groaned and flopped dramatically again. “Ugh, I wish I’d gone home with your mystery man.” “Alright, enough. Let’s get back to work,

EMILY.I stepped off the plane at LAX, the California sun warming my skin instantly. A harsh contrast to New York’s biting cold. As I rolled my small suitcase out of the terminal, a familiar weight settled on my shoulders — not the expectation of being their “perfect daughter” exactly, but the invisible pressure to keep being the one who never messed up. The one they could still rely on. I wasn’t here for a vacation. I was here because of Racheal. My sister was finally back, and Mom insisted on a return dinner. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be part of the celebration. I hailed a cab, sinking into the cracked leather seat as my mind flickered — not to Rachel — but to him. The mysterious man with the crooked smile and sharp blue eyes. Our one-night stand in New York still lingered in the back of my mind like a secret I wasn’t sure how to feel about.The cab pulled up to my parents' house — same white shutters, same trimmed hedges — but a wave of unease rolled over me. Opposite the s

XAIVERI leaned back in my bespoke leather chair, my gaze sharp as I addressed Victor. "Victor, our shipment losses are unacceptable. Marono’s intercepting our cargo. I want to know who’s feeding them intel." Marco’s playing with fire. Since our last encounter, he’s been using our opioid supply to negotiate alliances. He’s distributing across multiple states now, trying to buy loyalty. But he’s a fool. Those people won’t align with someone as dim-witted as he is. Victor’s expression turned grim. "Yes, sir. Their security’s impressive." We tried hacking into their system, hoping to crash it, but their encryption is top-tier. Our hackers said they can’t breach it without leaving a trace. One wrong move, and we’re exposed. You know… those computer freaks and their digital jargon. The Maranos have dirt on a lot of politicians—it's all buried in the Omertà File. I’ll do whatever it takes to get my hands on that file, then destroy it at the source.That file is the last thing keepi

EMILY.I paused in the doorway, every instinct telling me to turn around and leave. But I didn’t. He sat behind a massive desk, posture like royalty, presence like a warning. The kind of man who didn’t just command a room—he owned it. There was no reason to stay. And yet, my feet didn’t move. It wasn’t fear that held me there. Not exactly. It was something else. Like gravity. Something about him pulled at me—too sharp, too intense. Those features, carved like they were drawn with purpose. Those eyes… Like they already knew what I’d never say out loud.And maybe it was just memory—our one-night stand still clinging to my skin like a secret I hadn’t washed off. “Emily,” he said. Smooth. Familiar. Too familiar. “Right?” A chill ghosted down my spine. I nodded, trying to play it cool. I told myself he must’ve seen my name in Victor’s file. But I felt that wasn't why he knew it. I knew it. “Yes,” I said. “um...sorry.” His gaze didn’t just meet mine—it pinned me. Not flirtatiou

XAIVER I never thought she’d be able to pull it off. Truthfully, I’d been ready to fly in one of the world’s top hackers to assist us. There were names I had on standby—people who owed me favors. But Victor insisted she was enough—that she had the skills, the instincts. I hadn’t believed it. Not completely. For years, we tried. Brought in teams, spent money, burned time. No one cracked it. And now? Just one person. Her. We’ve done the impossible. We have the files. Every last one. Documents exposing the corruption of highranking politicians, CEOs, judges—anyone who ever mattered in this city.And the Marano family? Stripped bare. We hit them where it hurt the most— their secrets. I’m proud. Incredibly proud. My little Raven made me proud today. The silence in my office was broken by the buzz of the intercom. “Sir, Victor’s here.” “Send him in,” I said, still staring at the encrypted folder flashing on my screen. Victor entered, grinning like he’d just won a war. And in a way