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61. Too Late to Simmer

“Tell me. What’s your relationship?” Mom demanded.She and Dad began a barrage of hysterical questions in high-pitched voices, demanding an explanation for why Marco had blocked their blows for me. But Marco didn’t even look back. He completely ignored the two noisy humans.Instead, his large hands reached out, cupping my face with a movement that was almost too gentle. His usually icy gray-blue eyes now moved wildly, scanning every inch of my skin.His thumbs gently stroked my cheekbones. “Where does it hurt?”I let out a long breath that had been clogging my lungs. “I’m fine. They haven’t hit me anywhere,” I replied flatly. “But I’m so tired.”His jaw tightened, the veins in his neck protruding. “Yeah, you must be.”He let go of my face, turned his body 180 degrees, and took my right wrist. His sharp eyes were fixed directly on Mom and Dad."Who are you?" Marco hissed sharply. "Why bother her?"I glanced at Marco's side profile, then my eyes rolled lazily automatically. No way. Ther

62. Bittersweet Hunger

He went silent for a moment.Slowly, he lifted my head from his chest and settled it back onto the pillow with unusual care. Then he moved over me, caging me beneath his body without fully pressing down. The mattress dipped under his weight as his shadow swallowed my view whole.His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and heavy."I was crazy and stupid then, Haze," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my lips. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I lied to you."Lately, apologies seemed to fall from his mouth so easily.I averted my gaze, refusing to drown in his pleading gaze. "Never mind. None of that matters now. What's clear..." I swallowed. "When I found out you chose Cassandra, everything in this world suddenly felt so... empty.""My biological parents, my former parents, always chose her above all else, and then you came along and did the exact same thing. It felt sickening. I felt like I was never worthy enough to be chosen by anyone."Marco's right hand lifted, his fingers caressing th

63. The Flavor of Possession

Without waiting for his mother’s answer, Hendrik spun around furiously. A curse flew from his mouth, promising that Marco Marten would die by his hands today.“Stop right there, Hendrik!” Ashley snapped, digging her manicured nails into his sleeve before he could go any farther. “You’ve only just escaped the police investigation. Don’t do anything reckless. I already have a plan.”Hendrik jerked his arm away with an irritated snort, his chest still heaving with fury.Ignoring him, Ashley turned the doorknob and stepped into Cassandra’s room.The curtains were still tightly drawn, trapping the room in suffocating darkness. On the bed, Cassandra lay curled beneath the blanket like an abandoned doll. Her eyes were swollen beyond recognition, dried tear stains streaking down her pale cheeks.The moment she saw her mother, Cassandra immediately broke apart.“Mom…” she choked out weakly before throwing herself into Ashley’s arms, clutching tightly around her waist.Ashley gasped with joy; h

64. Starving For Your Touch

My mind blanked out completely. The hazy fragments I’d dismissed as fever dreams suddenly crashed together all at once. The familiar taste of his lips, the rough heat of his breathing, the way his hand caresses my waist that night.Every blurred sensation I’d tried to bury now sharpened into one terrifying realization. It had all been real.Damn it.A low laugh slipped from his throat. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to the tip of my nose, far too affectionate for my sanity to handle.“What’s with that face?” he murmured lazily. “You really thought it was just a dream?” The corners of his lips curled upward. “That’s kind of cute, Haze.”A chill crawled violently down my spine. The tiny hairs along my arms and neck rose instantly.Idiot. How could I have been stupid enough to confuse reality with a dream?Marco’s gaze shifted toward the neatly packed suitcase beside the bed. “Done packing?” he asked casually.I cleared my throat, trying to calm my suddenly chaotic heartbeat. I

65. Craving You Again

Hazel’s fingertips landed on Marco’s cheek, pinching the skin lightly until it flushed red. “You pervert,” she whispered, laugh bubbling in her throat.Marco answered by lowering his head again, stealing another kiss from her lips. This one carried none of the earlier desperation. It was slower, warmer, almost dangerously tender.Their mouths brushed and lingered between muffled laughter, breaths tangling in the hot, cramped warehouse air as though, for a brief second, the world outside had disappeared completely.Then— bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.The violent vibration from Marco’s pocket shattered the moment.This time, it didn’t stop after one notification. The phone kept buzzing relentlessly against his thigh, harsh and insistent, dragging both of them back to reality.Hazel pulled her face back, breaking the kiss. She placed her palms on his chest, preparing to climb off his lap. However, his strong arms instead locked around her waist even tighter, refusing to let go even a centimeter.

66. The Last Ride Home

My toes tapped lightly against the floor of my apartment in a feather-soft rhythm. I hummed under my breath, letting my hips sway playfully to the jazz music drifting from the speakers in the corner. For the first time in weeks, the air here felt rich with oxygen.Marco wasn’t here.The giant was out of town for an away game. His absence felt like the release of an invisible iron collar that had been strangling my neck. I could breathe freely again, and more importantly… today was the day I’d been waiting for. The day of my first court hearing to sever my legal ties with the Quinns."Did you hear me? We're going to have some fun after today's hearing!"Mira's high-pitched, cheerful voice drifted from my phone's loudspeaker, which lay on the pantry table. I laughed softly as I flipped a spatula, letting the savory aroma of garlic and soy sauce from my homemade fried rice fill the kitchen."You know, Haze," Mira continued conspiratorially. "After the gavel comes down, you can start usin

67. Chained in My Childhood Room

My eyelids felt as heavy as concrete as they slowly opened. The first sensation that greeted my consciousness was an excruciating pain throbbing from my left shoulder, creeping up my neck, and into the back of my head.The hellish liquid Dad had injected into me had worked wonders.I stared at the dull ceiling with a hollow laugh stuck in my throat. Truly, a masterpiece of parenting. While other parents gave their children beautiful childhood memories, mine had gifted their daughter a syringe fit for amateur kidnappers.So creative.I tried to move my arms, but a rough, cold friction immediately restrained my wrists. Automatically, my head tilted downward.A dry laugh finally escaped my lips, echoing dully in the cramped room. My hands and feet were firmly tied to the posts of the old iron bed.I looked around. The pungent scent of dust, damp cardboard, and the lingering scent of cheap cupboard freshener immediately greeted my senses. I recognized this place. I knew every corner of it

68. Burnt Beyond Saving

[Marco Marten]The air in the locker room was thick with the pungent scent of sweat, deep heat rubs, and absolute tension that could almost be cut with a knife. Marco Marten crouched in his corner, tugging on the laces of his skates. Three days of international tournaments had left a trail of purplish bruises along his ribs and thighs, but his gray eyes were perfectly sharpened, radiating pure hunger for the gold medal that was just a stone's throw away.Suddenly, the loud creaking of a metal chair leg snapping violently cut through the room.“Whoa! No way!”The youngest player on the team jumped to his feet. His eyes bulged at the screen of his phone before he quickly shoved it toward the others.“Damn… no wonder Mr. Bennett isn’t here,” he blurted loudly enough to draw almost everyone’s attention. “He’s getting married today with Chef Quinn!”For two full seconds, the oxygen seemed to be sucked out of the room. Then, chaos erupted. The players exchanged glances, a sudden murmur of

69. Nothing Left of Her

The heavy door hinges clicked softly as the door slowly swung open.Marco stepped inside, but his footsteps immediately halted at the threshold. The atmosphere in the apartment seemed to collapse into a strange vacuum.He walked quickly to the kitchen. The gray marble countertops glistened clean, too clean. There was no steam lingering near the sink, no half-finished cup on the counter, no warmth from the stove hinting at Hazel’s cooking.Marco turned furiously, rushing to the master bedroom. Gripping the doorknob, he pushed it open.The dark gray sheets were perfectly taut, smooth, and without a single wrinkle. He buried his face deep into the pillow where they had slept, cuddling together only a few days ago. He inhaled greedily, desperately searching for any trace of Hazel's usual scent.Nothing.There was only the cold, stinging smell of factory-made chemical detergent. Any trace of Hazel's existence had been wiped clean.Marco froze at the edge of the bed, his breath suddenly tra

70. The Flavor of Losing Her

The impact of the blow was so strong that Marco staggered backward and fell face-first onto the cold marble floor. Laura screamed hysterically, immediately dropping to embrace her fallen son's shoulders."Honey! How could you... ugh, to our son!"Richard Marten stood firm, towering over his wife and son, his eyes as cold as polar ice. The corners of his mouth quirked, radiating pure disgust."You useless bastard," his voice was low but echoed sharply throughout the room. "Just because of some bitch, you've disgraced our family's reputation in the national media and ruined the hockey career I've built for you."Marco gasped for breath, the pain from his cracked ribs from the last game returning to his senses, but he forced his arms to the floor to stand. Richard stepped forward, using the toe of his leather shoe to push Marco's shoulders back down onto the marble floor."Honey!" Laura's scream was nothing compared to his son's groan.Marco clenched his jaw, the sound of his teeth grind

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