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**EMAIL GRAYSON'S***“Jack said something that day,” I continued quietly. “He said Alex knew something about my parents’ death. I asked Alex, and he said he knows nothing about it. I don’t know who to believe.” “Are you doubting him?” Lexi asked carefully. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I’m just scared. Because if it turns out to be true… if he really knew something and hid it from me… I’ll hate myself forever for loving him.” My voice faltered. “And I do love him, Lexi. I love him so much.” Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. Lexi pulled me into a hug immediately, her hand rubbing gently up and down my back. “Your parents weren’t in the mafia. They were simple people,” she said softly. “Did they ever mention the Antonio family?” I shook my head against her shoulder. “No.” “Then why are you stressing yourself out like this?” she murmured, pulling back just enough to wipe my tears. “Stop overthinking and stop crying. You have a surprise date tonight wi

***EMAIL GRAYSON'S***“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes playfully. “You,” he said simply. “You look like something out of a dream.” I rolled my eyes, but I could feel the warmth creeping into my cheeks.By the time we reached the house, sunlight was pouring through the glass walls, making the ocean beyond shimmer. I stepped inside first, inhaling deeply. No one’s up yet. “I love it here,” I admitted. Alex shut the door behind us, then stepped in close, caging me lightly between himself and the counter.“We can come back every weekend,” he said. “Or… if you want, we could stay here. Make it ours,” he added as I studied him. The man everyone feared—the one who never hesitated, never faltered—looked almost… vulnerable. “You’d get tired of me,” I teased gently. He shook his head immediately. “Impossible.” Silence settled between us. Not uncomfortable—just full. I reached up, cupping his face. “Let’s make it our vacation place,” I said softly. Then I slipped out of his arms and headed to

ALEXANDER'S… I didn’t notice the exact moment she drifted off, only the quiet way her body softened against mine. One minute she was watching the screen, her fingers absently tracing the fabric of my shirt, her head tucked just beneath my chin, and next, she was out. Asleep. Finally losing the fight she’d been stubbornly holding onto for the past half hour.I glanced down at her. "Emily," I called. A faint smile still rested on her lips, like she’d carried something soft into her dreams. Her lashes brushed her cheeks, her breathing slow and even, completely at peace in my arms. Something in my chest tightened.Carefully, I shifted, sliding one arm beneath her legs and the other around her back as I stood. She barely stirred—only nuzzled closer, her fingers tightening slightly against my shirt as if she refused to let go, even in sleep.“Goodnight,” I said quietly to the others. “Goodnight,” they echoed back, their voices softer now, the energy of the night fading as everyone began

EMILY GRAYSON'S I felt it the moment we left the beach house. The air between us had changed. It wasn’t obvious—not in a way anyone else would notice—but I did. The silence in the car was heavier than usual, stretched too tight, like something waiting to snap. Lexi and her girlfriend were in the other car with the guards. Raphael and Sergio weren’t there this morning either, which already felt wrong. They were always around Alex. Always. I glanced at him as he drove, his expression calm, unreadable. Too calm. “What’s wrong?” I asked, watching him carefully. “Everything’s fine,” he said without looking at me. Too quick and too smooth. My stomach twisted. I didn’t push, not yet—but the doubt settled deep, quiet, and stubborn. And then we got to the mansion. That’s when I knew. Raphael stepped out of his car at the same time we did, but he didn’t even look at me. No smirk, no sarcastic comment, no teasing remark. Nothing.Sergio gave me a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was t

**EMAIL GRAYSON'S**“No!” I screamed, my voice tearing out of me as my knees buckled. “Please—no! Don’t shoot him!”The man laughed softly, like he was savoring every second of it,every crack in my voice, every ounce of fear spilling out of me.“Yeah… there it is,” he murmured. “That’s the sound I wanted to hear.”Alex didn’t move.Not even an inch.But something in his eyes did.With his hands raised in surrender, every muscle in his body tightened, flexing under brutal control, like he was holding something vicious, something unstoppable, locked beneath his skin.For me.“Look at him,” the man taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Your big, scary protector. Unarmed. Helpless.”My chest heaved violently, panic clawing its way up my throat, choking me from the inside.“So what do you say, Alex?” he went on, his voice turning manic—twisted, unhinged. “How does it feel now?” Alex didn’t even look at him. His gaze stayed on me. Locked. Unmoving. “Look away, Emily.” Hi