FLOUR

Sunlight filled the bedroom when I finally opened my eyes the next morning. The space beside me was empty and the sheets felt cold against my skin. Kade had already left the bed, but the heavy weight of his midnight warning still lingered in the air around me.He told me to run away. He warned me that he was a monster, and he truly believed he did not deserve any comfort.I sat up and pulled the warm duvet over my lap while I thought about his confession in the dark. He choked me in his sleep because he was trapped in a nightmare about his murdered parents. He carried so much trauma on his broad shoulders, yet he always put his daughter's safety first.I made a firm decision right then and there. I refused to pack my bags, and I refused to run out the front door. I decided I would stay here and pull him into the light.I washed my face and changed into comfortable blue jeans before I walked down the main staircase. The estate felt very different today. The heavy tension from the Russi

HARVEST

Mrs. Halloway placed the woven basket of red tomatoes onto the far end of the counter and tried to hide her knowing smile. She did not mention the intense moment she just interrupted, but her eyes danced with amusement when she looked at Kade."I washed these tomatoes for you," Mrs. Halloway said smoothly. "Do you need help cleaning up this massive flour explosion, or do you have the situation under control?""We have it under control," Kade answered, clearing his throat. He ran his hand through his hair to shake out the white powder. "Amelia is just teaching us how to make the dough from scratch.""I can see that," the older woman chuckled softly. "I will leave you three to finish your cooking lesson. Just make sure you save a slice for me."She turned around and walked back through the swinging kitchen door. I let out a long breath and dropped the wooden spoon into the empty bowl. My face still felt very hot. I glanced over at Kade, expecting him to retreat back into his cold shell a

TRUTH

He stared down at the bright screen of his phone. The blood drained from his face, leaving his skin pale and drawn. He did not look like a dangerous mafia boss anymore. He just looked like a terrified father."You need to tell me the truth," I pushed him, keeping my voice very steady despite the fear racing through my chest. "You cannot keep secrets like this when it involves Amy."Kade closed his eyes and let out a long, ragged breath. He pressed his thumb against the power button to turn the screen black. He set the phone face down on the marble counter and leaned his weight heavily against the kitchen island."Amy has a very rare genetic blood condition," Kade confessed, keeping his voice low so his daughter would not hear us from the other side of the room. "Her bone marrow is failing to produce healthy red blood cells. The illness weakens her immune system, and it makes her highly susceptible to common infections."I stood frozen in the kitchen while his words sank into my mind.

GOOD MAN

The older man grabbed his leather briefcase and practically sprinted toward the heavy glass double doors. He yanked the handle and rushed past me without making eye contact. He hurried down the carpeted hallway toward the elevators, desperate to escape the massive corner office.I stood in the doorway holding the black lunch bag. Kade looked up from the signed legal documents resting on his mahogany desk. The ruthless expression vanished from his face the moment he saw me standing there. The intimidating billionaire disappeared, and the gentle man who laughed in my kitchen took his place."Amelia," he said, sounding genuinely surprised. "What are you doing down here in the city?""Mrs. Halloway said you always skip lunch when you have meetings," I explained. I stepped into the massive office and held the insulated bag up for him to see. "I brought some leftover pizza from last night."Kade let out a soft breath and walked around his heavy desk. He pressed a button on the wall panel to

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