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Emily woke up slowly. The morning sun was soft, but her body felt heavy. Her head throbbed slightly. Her muscles ached, and she felt weak all over. She tried to sit up, but it took more effort than usual. Her throat felt dry. Her chest tight. A small bead of sweat formed on her forehead. She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Not now,” she whispered. “I can’t be sick. Not today.” She slowly swung her legs off the bed and stood up. Every movement felt slow. Like the weight of the world was pressing down on her. She wrapped a thin blanket around herself and walked to the small table by the window. Her fingers trembled slightly as she poured water into a glass. She tried to ignore the fever. Tried to pretend she was fine. She didn’t want anyone to notice. Not Harrison. Not Mrs. Harrison. Not even Tessa. She couldn’t let anyone see weakness. As she moved back toward the bed, her hand brushed against the blanket. She shivered. “I’m okay,” she whispered again

The night had come faster than Emily expected. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Inside the Grey mansion, the atmosphere was tense. Every corner seemed quiet, but the air was thick with anticipation. Emily’s heart was pounding like a drum as she walked carefully beside Harrison, heading toward the waiting cars. Her dress was simple, pale blue, not too flashy, but elegant enough to feel confident. She adjusted her hair nervously, glancing at the mirror in the hall. “I can do this,” she whispered softly to herself. “Just stay calm. Be polite. Don’t let Diana or Tessa get to you.”Harrison, noticing her small hesitation, placed a hand lightly on her back. It was a gentle touch, but it sent warmth rushing through her chest. She bit her lip, trying not to blush. She knew she shouldn’t read too much into it, but the look in his eyes made her heart flutter. His dark gaze was calm, controlled, but it felt like he was silently saying, *I’ve g

The mansion was quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floor sound louder. Emily sat near the window, staring out at the garden. The moonlight spilled over the hedges, making everything look soft and calm. But inside her, her thoughts were racing. She kept seeing Harrison’s face from the hotel last night, the same calm, powerful man she couldn’t stop thinking about. Her cheeks burned whenever she remembered. How could she have slept with him without knowing who he was? And now… he was right here, walking in the garden with her as if nothing had happened. Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was angry at herself. Foolish. Reckless. But a part of her also wanted to stay close to him. She couldn’t explain the mix of fear and desire that churned in her chest. “Emily?” Harrison’s soft voice startled her. She turned to see him standing near the garden door, his hands relaxed at his sides. His expression was calm, but Emily could feel the

Tessa’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of Gabriel’s apartment building. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her figure, her long hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She looked confident, like a queen entering her territory. But inside, her heart was racing. She was nervous. Nervous because she had a job to do, a task she had promised Gabriel. The money she had to collect from her father—Harrison Grey—was not just important; it was urgent. Gabriel had made it very clear: there was no time to waste. She reached his apartment and rang the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door swung open. Gabriel was standing there, his expression dark, brows furrowed, and his lips pressed in a straight line. His hands were on his hips, and he was pacing behind the door. “Tessa,” he said sharply. “Finally. Where have you been? We don’t have time to waste.” Tessa stepped inside, trying to keep her calm. She closed the door behind her and smoothed down her dress. “

The mansion was unusually quiet that morning. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the polished floors and elegant furniture. But inside, the air was thick with tension. Emily moved slowly through the kitchen, carrying a small tray of tea for herself, careful not to bump into anything. Her hands trembled slightly—not from the weight of the tray but from the thoughts swirling in her mind.She had barely slept last night. Her heart was still heavy from the scene she had witnessed between Harrison and Diana. Something in her chest refused to let go. She kept replaying every movement, every word, every look. Why had it hurt her so much? She didn’t even fully understand it herself. But one thing was clear—something inside her was stirring, something she couldn’t yet name.Diana appeared in the kitchen, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She didn’t greet Emily. Instead, she walked over to the counter, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “Emily,”