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RavenThe hangover hits me before I even open my eyes.My head is a slow, steady throb. My mouth tastes as if something died in it. I lie there for a full minute just staring at the ceiling, letting the memories crawl back in pieces. The bar. Jack. The drive home. Roman guiding me to my bedroom. Me asking him to touch me and —I press my palms into my eyes and groan.God.How stupid of me.I force myself up, shuffle to the shower, and stand under cold water until I feel human enough to function. It doesn’t really work. I look at myself in the mirror afterward and see a smudged mascara I’ve missed, hair half-dried and going everywhere, face pale, and decide that’s as good as it’s getting.I pull on sweats and a hoodie and head downstairs.The moment I stepped out of my room I walked into chaos and knew immediately that I should have stayed in bed.The entire house looks like Vivienne has declared war on it. Today is their engagement party. How did I almost forget that?A florist is hol

Roman She’s exactly where I told her to be. I close the bedroom door behind me and stop. Take her in. Raven is on the bed, knees spread, hips tilted up, her weight resting on her elbows so her chest hovers just above the mattress and her back curves into a perfect arch. Naked. Every inch of her. Her hair spills forward over one shoulder. Her pussy is slick and swollen and already leaking for me, glistening in the low light, and the sight of it — of her, waiting like this, patient and ready, exactly as I asked — does something savage to whatever restraint I have left. “Good girl,” I say quietly. I undress without rushing. She tracks every movement over her shoulder, bottom lip caught between her teeth, chest rising and falling too fast. I climb onto the bed behind her. Run my hand up the back of her thigh, over the curve of her ass, slow enough to feel her tremble under my palm. I position myself and rub my cock through the folds of her pussy. I feel her flutter around me,

RomanThe same boy. The same fucking boy who can’t seem to understand what boundaries are.And the nerve, the absolute fucking nerve—of her to invite him here. To my engagement party. To a family gathering where he has no business being.My hand tightens around my wine glass.“Everything is going great tonight.”I turn. Gerald Cole stands beside me, surveying the room with the satisfied air of a man who’s orchestrated something perfectly. His daughter’s engagement party. His victory. Getting Vivienne married off to someone he deems worthy.Me.“Yes,” I manage. “Great.”Marcus stands to my left, silent as always—a shadow in an expensive suit.Gerald’s eyes track across the room, landing on Vivienne. She’s with a cluster of her friends, laughing. She looks radiant tonight. Happy. The kind of happiness that comes from believing you’re marrying the man you want.“That’s the happiest I’ve seen my daughter in years,” Gerald says, voice softening. Then his gaze cuts to me. . “Make sure that

Raven“I invited Jack because I needed company.” I turn back to the city. “You know how I feel about everyone in there.”“Everyone here loves you.”The laugh that escapes me is bitter. Sharp. “Do they? Because I greeted Aunt Martha this morning. Do you know what she said to me? Nothing. She looked right through me like I was a ghost. Like I don’t exist.” I shake my head. “And Vivienne, she asked me to help the caterers bring in champagne. Like I was some servant .”He doesn’t say anything.“It’s so obvious nobody wants me here,” I continue. My voice sounds hollow even to my own ears. “They smile and nod when you’re looking, but the second you turn away, the masks come off. They all think the same thing—that I’m some charity case you took in out of pity. Some burden you’re stuck with.”“Raven…”“I just need my inheritance. And trust me, Roman, once I have it, I’ll be gone from your life. You can marry Vivienne and forget I ever existed because I’m bad news anyway. Maybe everyone’s righ

RavenGoing back inside means watching Roman stand on that stage with his arm around another woman. Means smiling while my thighs are still wet with his release. Means pretending the last twenty minutes didn’t fundamentally alter something inside me.But I follow Jack anyway.The crowd has gathered in the main ballroom. Everyone is holding champagne flutes. Faces turned toward the small stage where Roman and Vivienne stand beneath soft golden lighting.She looks perfect. They look perfect together.I grab a champagne flute from a passing waiter. Anything to give my shaking hands something to hold.“Thank you all for being here tonight,” Vivienne says into the microphone. Her smile is incandescent. “When Roman asked me to marry him, I thought my heart would burst. This incredible man,” She looks up at him with such adoration it makes my chest ache. “chose me. Out of everyone in the world, he chose me.”The crowd awws. Someone whistles.Roman’s arm is around her waist possessively.The