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THEO[TIiffany: You're distracting me. I've got exams to prepare for][Me: Anya, are you really pushing me away?][Tiffany: No. Obviously. But if I want to focus, you can't keep texting me every second.][Me: Fine. I won't text]I waited. One second. Two. [Tiffany: Don't do that]I brought a napkin to my mouth, barely shielding the chuckle that made its way out.I'd been so deep into our little texting frenzy, I'd completely forgotten where I was.Well, actually. No. I knew exactly where I was, I just didn't care enough to keep the act up for much longer. Unsurprisingly, that behaviour was much to Bertrand's distaste.“We got here thirty minutes ago and you've been on your phone throughout. Do you plan on charming your way into the family like this?” He whispered beside me. “They can wait” I almost waved him off. “Not my priority right now.”“Hmm. Is that so?”Just before my thumb hit another key, he dragged my phone out of my hands and stashed it into his pants. “Hey. I was in th

VANESSA'S POVI could hear them.I could fucking hear those barely-hushed moans bleed through the walls like they were paper-thin. Fucking kill me already.Just a couple minutes ago he was in the same room with me and he barely even looked like he was interested. And now he was… ugh.UNDER MY DAMN ROOF. A very loud, very irritated part of me wanted to bust down that damn door and send them both packing even faster than I'd packed in. But that part of me would be a hypocrite. Cause it's not like I didn't see this coming.And it's not like I hadn't made plans accordingly. The quiet beep cut through the gentle noise of the night. I grabbed my phone off the side table, springing off the bed in anticipation. Two words.[I'm downstairs]I slipped into my silk nightgowm and dark brown ugs, cracking my door open as if my butler was doing the patrols tonight. He wasn't. With my parents out of town, I'd intentionally given him the night off.For the next couple hours till sunrise, I had

BIANCAThe Sterling Mansion felt even quieter in the morning.Soft golden light filtered through the tall windows of the dining room, catching on the polished silverware and the steam rising from the porcelain cups. The butler moved with silent efficiency, placing a plate of scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, and fresh fruit in front of me before doing the same for Vanessa.I couldn't help but notice. She looked so pale.Not the soft, elegant kind of pale she usually wore. This was different… the kind that came after a night of being completely broken and put back together. There were faint shadows under her eyes, and every time she shifted in her seat, she winced just slightly.I pretended not to notice.“Sleep well?” I asked, keeping my voice light as I reached for the coffee.Vanessa’s dark eyes flicked up to meet mine. For a second, something unreadable passed through them.“Well enough,” she answered.The silence that followed was thick. It wasn't exactly awkward… more like we wer

BRIANI couldn't remember the last time I was this uncomfortable.No.I couldn't remember the last time I was this uncomfortable on my way to an assignment.The car was quiet.Too quiet.Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh. He looked almost relaxed, like this was just another routine job.And it was… even though if it were up to me, I'd have done this myself. Tessa just had to be an ass this week. I kept my eyes on the dark road ahead and said nothing, but it lasted only about four minutes before he opened his mouth.“You’ve gotten quieter,” he said.I didn’t answer.Marcus glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “Used to talk more when you were younger. Always asking questions. Always wanting to know how things worked.”“That was a long time ago.”He gave a short, humorless chuckle. “True.”The silence returned, heavier this time. Streetlights slid across the windshield in slow intervals. I could feel him deciding whether to push furthe

BRIANI had a little too much faith in a relationship as broken as ours.I’d sent the text hours ago. I wasn’t even sure if he’d read it. Yet here I was, drifting across the empty training facility like I knew he’d be here. Like Max hadn’t already made it clear that he hated me with every bone in his body.The lights were half-dimmed. The mats still smelled of old sweat and rubber. I wrapped my hands slowly, methodically, more to give my fingers something to do than out of any real hopeEven if he didn't show up, getting a few minutes of cardio didn't seem like a bad idea. I'd half-accepted my fate, when the door suddenly creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn right away. Not until I heard the soft thud of the door closing, then the quiet sound of footsteps that stopped just inside the room.When I finally looked, Max was standing there in a black hoodie and training shorts, bag dropped at his feet. His expression was pure ice.No greeting. No questions. Just that same look he’d worn