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71. Finally, Both of Them

Anny refused to postpone this. Not for anything. She had been craving this, fantasizing about this, waking up dripping wet from dreams of this exact moment for what felt like forever. Tonight, when every star had aligned, she would not surrender to fatigue. Who knew what tomorrow held? Perhaps they would both be called away on urgent business. Perhaps she would be buried alive under corporate responsibilities, drowning in board meetings and shareholder demands. Perhaps the opportunity would evaporate and she would spend another agonizing week desperately fucking herself with her own fingers, trying and failing to replicate what only they could give her. Tonight was the night. She would not wait another moment. "Are you absolutely certain, babygirl? Taking both of us at

72. A Scandal at This Stage

Anny sat in her new office, utterly drained. She had needed to be woken several times that morning before she finally managed to drag herself out of bed. The previous night had taken everything from her, leaving her body aching and her mind foggy with exhaustion. She should have listened when her Adriano and Michele suggested postponing. She should have been sensible and waited until a night when she didn't have to wake early for her first official day as CEO. But she didn't regret a single moment of it. Not one. The memory of last night still burned fresh in her mind. The way they had found a steady rhythm together, both brothers moving inside her in perfect synchronization. The way they had lost control near the end, their gentle thrusts becoming desperate and wild. She had come twice more in those final moments, her body shatterin

73. Protecting the Secret

An hour after Hannah's departure, the sound of approaching vehicles announced the brothers' return. Michele and Adriano arrived simultaneously, though in separate cars, a small miracle in itself. The fact that they had somehow coordinated their arrival time was an improvement in their perpetually strained relationship. Within minutes, both brothers had settled into her room, occupying opposite sofas like opposing generals maintaining a fragile, unspoken truce. Anny stood in the center of the room, offering each of them a glass of chilled water before taking her own seat. The atmosphere was heavy, weighted with unspoken tension and the lingering exhaustion of the day. "Welcome back," she said softly, glancing between them. "How are you feeling?" Michele asked, his eyes studyi

74. Drawing Boundaries

Anny sighed softly before walking over to her table and grabbing her phone. The screen glowed, showing the time as 9:07 PM. She slid the device into the pocket of her joggers, tucked both hands in alongside it and stepped out of her room, closing the door with a quiet click behind her. The mansion was peaceful at this hour, the corridors dimly lit and silent save for the soft padding of her bare feet against the cool marble floors. She made her way toward the in-house bar, her heart already beating faster in anticipation of seeing them. Within two minutes, she arrived at the impressive space. It was designed for intimate gatherings, with warm amber lighting that cast soft shadows across the leather seating and polished wood surfaces. The atmosphere felt both celebratory and deeply private. And there, settled on the couch, were Adrian

75. The Cold Rejection

Anny slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through her room like a gunshot. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the bottle of alcohol she had grabbed on her way out of the bar, pouring the amber liquid into the glass with unsteady movements. She had already managed to open it during her hurried walk upstairs, needing something to occupy her trembling fingers. Now, with a full glass in hand, she set the bottle down on her bedside table and brought the glass to her lips. The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat, spreading warmth through her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it to calm her racing heart, to quiet the chaos in her mind. It didn't work. She found her way to her bed, dropping the half-empty glass onto the nightstand before collaps

76. The Next Step

Thick and suffocating silence followed Anny's words. She could feel Michele's gaze burning into her, but she refused to look up. She didn't want to see the emotion written in those eyes. Her jaw remained clenched, her expression carefully blank, her entire body rigid with the effort of maintaining composure. His grip on her hands loosened briefly, then tightened again with renewed intensity. Her heart stuttered at the pressure, at the desperate way he clung to her fingers. "You only tell a dreamer to stop dreaming and I am no dreamer, Anny. I exist in reality. And when I want something, I don't make it a dream. I make it a reality," he said, his voice calm and measured despite the tension crackling between them. He released one of her hands and reached up, cupping her face g

77. Craving Them Like a Drug

The morning after her confrontation with both brothers, Anny had successfully avoided them for the remainder of the day. She had buried herself in work as shields against the thoughts that threatened to consume her. But even as she reviewed financial projections and departmental briefings, their faces haunted the edges of her consciousness. Their words echoed in the quiet moments between tasks. Their touch lingered on her skin. Even now, as she wiped sweat from her brow in the mansion's private gym, the thoughts of them clouded her mind like an unshakeable fog. More troubling than the memories was the question of what she would actually do. Would she eventually have to leave? Abandon everything she had built here? Walk away from the only men who had ever made her feel truly alive? Leaving didn't sound remotely appealing. The thought

78. You're Already Entangled

Anny set down the glass of pineapple juice after taking two long gulps, the sweetness lingering on her tongue as she reached for her spoon once more. The soup Adriano had prepared was nearly gone now, just a few precious spoonfuls remaining at the bottom of the bowl. The rich, savory flavor still coated her palate, a reminder of his thoughtfulness, his care, his infuriating ability to make her feel cherished without even trying. She would be finished in another minute, assuming no one interrupted her. But then a knock came at her door. She paused, spoon hovering mid-air, her heart immediately beginning to race. Who could that be? Adriano returning to check if she had eaten? Or someone else entirely? The possibilities spun through her mind as she set the bowl aside and rose from the bed.

79. Distance Brings Clarity

Anny glanced at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The screen glowed in the darkness of her room, displaying the time with cold precision: 1:00 AM. The hour she had been waiting for. She rose from the chair where she had been sitting for hours, her muscles stiff from remaining motionless so long. Her bag was already packed. It contained only the essentials. Nothing sentimental that would remind her of what she was leaving behind. She had been deliberate in her choices, refusing to pack anything that might weaken her resolve. She had waited until this late hour because it was the safest time to slip away unnoticed. If she had attempted this earlier in the evening, there was every possibility that Adriano or Michele would still be awake and catch her before she could reach the door. She remembered all too wel

80. The Truth About Rosie

About a minute had passed since Michele walked out of her office before Anny finally reached for her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened her email, uncertain what she was about to discover. She knew it would be about her mother, but she couldn't guess what specific horror awaited her. The anticipation made her stomach clench with dread. She also couldn't deny the fear gnawing at her about her own safety. Her mother's mansion was dangerously unguarded, especially for someone with a killer hunting her. A practical solution would be hiring private security, but securing an entire mansion would require a small army, a waste of resources she couldn't justify. A better option would be finding an apartment, somewhere small enough that one or two guards could provide adequate protection. That way, she could maintain her

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