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He can see me

Watson notices the crease forming on my forehead and tilts his head. “Something bothering you?”I bite my lip. “Not sure if it counts as worrying, but Sam should’ve been here at least three hours ago. He isn’t.”He studies me for a long moment, eyes tracing the lines of my face. “Want me to look for him?” His voice is calm but pointed.“Is that okay?” I ask. Sam is practically Dad’s right-hand man, privy to half the secrets at Smith & Hale. I don’t even know if Watson would care.“Can you WhatsApp me his details?” His tone stays steady, professional.Fumbling for my phone, I murmur. “Let me check.”He points to the TV stand. “Looking for that?” Following his gesture, I spot my phone lying there.Handing it to me, he says, “Your phone was on the floor. I put it there.”“Thank you,” I reply while unlocking it quickly. Scrolling through, I grab Sam’s details and send them to Watson’s private number from his card, my hands still a little shaky.Pulling out his phone, he scrolls quickly. “

A man who can't even protect his love

(18+ Mature Content)(Adrian’s P.O.V.)I was already on the plane when she sent me a photo of herself in her wedding gown. It had been her mother’s. Her father and I could’ve spent every last penny on a designer piece, something exclusive and untouchable, but she didn’t want that. She chose to redesign the old gown instead, turning it into a tribute to the woman who had raised her.And somehow, while doing it, she remembered everything I liked… everything I wanted.Full-length.No off-shoulder.No hint of cleavage.She knew how protective I became when it came to her.The day we went for the final fitting, the entire shop was staring at her. Every mirror reflected her, and every reflection made it worse for them. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was the most breathtaking woman in that room.When she came out in that wedding dress, I stood frozen, my breath catching in my throat. How could any human be this radiantly beautiful?I couldn’t have cared that people were watching. My hands mo

Waiting for his response

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.)As my father was strict about privacy, Smith Manor had no cameras inside, only outside, in the back garden. There were always security guards patrolling the manor. Still, Adrian was concerned for me.Back then, he was always buried in work. Meetings. Foreign trips. Endless schedules. Still, he used to call me every hour, even during meetings. The investors would laugh at him to his face, and complain to my father when they got the chance.So when we moved into this apartment, the first thing he did was install tiny CC cameras in every corner of the house. Every possible angle, except the washrooms. No one knows about these… except us. They were so small, you couldn’t even spot them with the naked eye.“They use these to bug places,” he’d told me while installing these, his voice filled with quiet pride. “Built by the best technologists. Practically impossible to hack. Without specialised equipment, no one could detect them.”Whenever we made love in a certain room,

There is no one to help us

Sasha’s voice is barely recognisable. Panicked. Choked. The muffled sound of people screaming comes through the phone. Crunching shatters echo nearby.“Jenny…” she gasps. “Please… help…”My blood turns cold. “Sasha? What’s happening? Where are you?”“There’s a crowd outside the house. They’re trying to come in.” Her words stumble over each other. “They’re everywhere.”“Where are you right now? Hale Mansion?” I ask, guilt creeping into my voice. I should have checked on them sooner.“Yes.” She sobs. “Those people are now in the garden. They’re throwing stones… things… at the house. Some of them are trying to break the main door. They’re saying if we don’t come out, they’ll set the house on fire.”“What?” My grip tightens on the phone. “Where are the mansion’s security guards?” The Hale mansion always has at least a dozen guards patrolling. Uncle Richard hired one of the top security agencies in the country to protect them. There are also surveillance cameras covering the entire exterio

Forgive Me, Little One

As I drive, the road becomes blurry in front of me. My tears swallow the headlights. I can’t control them. The way I’m driving, an accident can happen at any moment. Will Adrian be sad if I die?As the horns screaming behind me, sharp and impatient, I come out of daze. I’ve actually stopped right in the middle of the road.Gripping the steering wheel harder, I force the car forward. But is it enough just to go there? How will I save them?No, I need to try once more. I need help.I pull over my car near a dim streetlamp. My breaths become irregular as my hands shake. While unlocking my phone a droplet hits the screen. I don’t even realise they’re tears.I scroll through the contacts on my phone until I find him. He told me to call him if I ever needed help. Did he really mean that? You will never know if you don’t try, Jennifer.Though I hesitate a bit, I finally dial his number which I just saved at noon. My heart is beating like a drum.He picks up at the first ring. “Jennifer…” a f

Am I losing my baby?

All the big, bright lights of Hale Mansion are off; except the few dim ones.Using my phone’s torch, I find the switchboard and try to turn them on. But… nothing happens.Maybe the intruders broke or stole them.I exhale a deep sigh, unsure where to go or how to find the twins.At that moment, I see him, clad in a dark grey tactical uniform. He is holding something thick, like a stick, when he emerges into the grand hall of Hale Mansion.The moment he notices me, he raises the stick and barks, “Stop! Hands up!” In the dim light, it gleams with a metallic sheen, cold and sharp.Though my voice trembles from the pain shooting through my body, I lift both hands quickly. “Don’t shoot. I’m Jennifer Smith… Mrs. Hale’s niece.”Being completely confused about why these people are here, I glance around, searching for Watson. But he’s nowhere to be seen.The soldier doesn’t lower his rifle. “Hold on there,” he says, one hand still gripping it, aimed at me. While he speaks into his walkie-talkie

The baby is fine

I truly thought I had lost my baby. The bleeding slows after a few minutes, but my chest still feels tight as tears slide down my face on the way to the hospital.“Don’t cry,” Watson says, gripping the steering wheel. “It might make things worse.” His voice trembles ever so slightly, betraying him. He’s just as scared as I am. Sara holds my hand beside me. “The baby will be fine,” she says, though her quiet sobs give her away.Even though she’s still in pain, Sara comes too with us. Her face still bears the trauma she endured just an hour ago.I don’t know when these tests will end. Life without Adrian feels like standing in the middle of a storm with no shelter.Once we reach the hospital, wardboys lift me onto a trolley and wheel me down the corridor toward a cabin. My body feels too heavy to hold up. Exhaustion takes over; I slowly close my eyes, unsure whether I’m drifting to sleep or slipping into unconsciousness.The faint smell of antiseptics brings me back out of the blurrine

Right into the trap

(Adrian's P.O.V.)As Charles and I stepped out of the airport, I immediately realised it was a bad idea to come here.Three o'clock in the morning… yet the airport area was still lively. Crowded with people. Some were going inside, while others were coming out, like us.In the middle of this sea of people, a man in a grey jacket and jeans emerged beside us. “Mr. Hale,” he said, “you both need to come with me.”Charles moved to pull out his gun, but I made him stop. “It's a public place, the government wouldn't acknowledge us.” We needed to keep this quiet for now.The man took us into an alley, which smelled like damp concrete and rust, as if no one ever wanted to linger there. We saw an old jeep, standing there too. Another man came over and searched us. He took both of our revolvers. Then he pushed us toward the jeep. “Go. Sit.”The man who had approached us at the airport was already inside, seated in the passenger seat beside the driver. He looked at me and gave a sly smile.As we

Watson is caring

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.)Finally, I’ve been released from the hospital, but the doctor hands me a prescription longer than a grocery list and insists I take it easy.“You’re not eating properly,” she says, her face gloomier than a Monday morning. Then she turns to Watson and, with the precision of a drill sergeant, orders, “Don’t let her lift anything heavy.”Ok… I thought she’d stop there. But no. She keeps going, scolding like it’s her full-time job: “Have you noticed how much weight she’s lost these days? Is this the weight of a pregnant woman? If you can’t take care of a mother, don’t let her ask to bear your child.”Now… it’s a total humiliation. Watson doesn’t deserve to be the poor scapegoat standing in Adrian’s line of fire.And that’s the part that hits me.Adrian should be here with me now. He should be the one taking the heat, standing beside me, holding my hand… kissing it like he owns the right to. But he isn't.Right now, his absence burns me louder than the doctor’s scolding

A memory of desire

(18+ Mature Content)(Adrian's P.O.V.)It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her bare skin before. But every time Jennifer moved close, something violent and electric tore through me. The world saw her as just another woman. I saw the one woman who could unravel me with a single breath. I saw the woman whose body could undo me, just the smallest glimpse of the soft curve of her chest was enough.She flushed when she caught me staring. I was unable to hide the hunger in my eyes. “Adrian, people are watching,” she whispered.I didn't move.I couldn't.Her smooth, warm skin called to me like it existed for my hands alone. “Let them see you're mine.”I expected her to shy away, to hide herself from the glances around us. I even braced myself to stop her.But she didn't cover up.She didn't even look away.I thought she'd push me back.She didn't.If anything, she drew closer, the slightest shift that felt like an invitation.My fingers brushed from her throat to the warm dip between her curves, a

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