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Xavier~“Stop it right now, both of you!”Carla’s voice cracked through the study like thunder, forcing my fist to stop midair just inches away from Damian’s face.For a second, the entire room froze.The only sound left was our heavy breathing.Damian still had one hand gripping the front of my shirt while my own fist remained tangled in his collar. The study around us looked like a damn battlefield, chairs overturned, shattered whiskey glasses glittering across the floor, books scattered everywhere.One of my guards groaned faintly from where Damian had thrown him earlier.And through all that chaos, Carla stood there staring at us in absolute disbelief.“Carla?” Damian and I breathed out at the same time.Her eyes flashed dangerously.Oh, she was furious. And so damn hot at the same time.She stormed toward us in long angry strides, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor like warning shots.Without hesitation, she shoved herself between us.“Are you both insane?” she snapp

Carla~“Do you really have to go?”I leaned against the doorway of the guest room, watching Lily zip up her suitcase with far more enthusiasm than I thought should be legal for someone leaving me behind.She looked up at me and laughed softly.“Don’t look at me like that. You’re making me feel like I’m abandoning a child.”“You are abandoning me,” I muttered dramatically, folding my arms across my chest.Lily rolled her eyes before walking over and pinching my cheek lightly.“You’ll survive.”“I highly doubt it.”That only made her laugh harder.The room around us was a complete mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere, makeup products littered the vanity table, and one of Ryan’s toy dinosaurs sat proudly in the middle of the bed like it owned the place.Typical Lily.She had only stayed in this mansion for a few what, weeks? and somehow managed to leave traces of herself everywhere.And annoyingly enough…I had gotten used to it.“Carla,” she said more gently this time. “It’s harvest

Carla~The dining hall looked exactly the same.Dark mahogany walls, dim golden chandeliers and the long intimidating dining table stretching endlessly between me and the man seated at the other end.My father.The air smelled faintly of expensive wine and roasted meat, a scent that used to make my stomach twist as a child because it always meant one thing.Dinner with him.I sat stiffly in my chair, my back ramrod straight while my fingers curled tightly beneath the table. Across from me, father calmly continued cutting through the steak on his plate like tonight was no different from every other night.Like mom wasn’t lying unconscious in a hospital bed.Like he hadn’t nearly killed her.The knife scraped softly against porcelain.Slow, steady and almost deliberate.That sound irritated me more than it should have.I watched him lift another piece of steak into his mouth with perfect composure, chewing leisurely while the silence between us thickened into something unbearable.God, I

Carla~Damian’s lips were on mine before the car door even fully clicked shut, hot and urgent, stealing the breath from my lungs. I sank into him with a desperate little sound, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt as if he might vanish if I didn’t hold on tight. Weeks, maybe even months of endless work deadlines, late-night emails, and forced composure had left me starving without even realising it. I had pushed this need down so deep I almost convinced myself I didn’t feel it anymore. But the second his tongue swept against mine, every suppressed urge roared back to life.Pleasure flooded my body like liquid heat. My skin tingled everywhere he touched. His large hands slid up my thighs, pushing the silky fabric of my dress higher and higher until cool air kissed the lace edge of my panties. I gasped into his mouth when his fingers brushed the sensitive skin there, teasing, promising. I was already soaked, embarrassingly wet, and he hadn’t even touched me properly yet. My t

Carla~Dressed in black from head to toe, I stepped out of the sedan and immediately felt the heavy atmosphere settle over me like smoke. It was particularly suffocating, but what could I possibly expect?Luca II Grigo’s mansion looked entirely different today.The grand estate that had once been alive with music, laughter, expensive liquor and dangerous men celebrating power now stood under a blanket of silence and mourning. Black vehicles lined the driveway endlessly while mourners dressed in dark suits and dresses gathered beneath the gray skies.Even the air itself felt colder.I adjusted the dark shades resting on my nose before glancing briefly toward the driver.“Wait here for me,” I instructed calmly.“Yes, ma’am.”The moment I stepped forward, heads began turning.I felt the stares instantly, then whispers followed shortly after.Some curious, some respectful. But the latter outweighed the former.And I also got a couple of wary ones, for whatever reason. I ignored every sin