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JADENI spotted him across the room — tall, broad-shouldered, with that self-satisfied smirk wrapped around him like it was tailored into his fucking tux. Steel. The biker billionaire. The guest of honour. The one my stepfather had been bragging about for weeks.And the instant our eyes met?Something shifted. My gut roiled.Because the resemblance was too fucking accurate.Same jaw. Same piercing gaze. Same careless strut in every step.I know nothing about this man.And I sure as hell didn't like the way he was looking at my mom.Or the way she looked when she came out of the bathroom, lipstick smeared and chest heaving and falling as if she'd run a mile. She was upset. That guy—Steel—was to blame. I could sense it in my bones.I handed my drink to Jasson."I'll be right back."He didn't question me. He just nodded. We were twins, but occasionally he knew better than to get in my way.I elbowed through the crowd, ignoring the fake smiles and back slaps. My fists were clenched at my

LIZAAfter a very gruesome day, we are finally home, and it's midnight, but some of Bryce' so-called friends are around, so we have to stay in the same room to avoid rumours; to the average person, we are happily married, but reality differs as we lead separate lives. I see all the questions in his eyes since meeting Steel and Klaus, yet I choose to ignore them as I am not ready to have that conversation. I tiptoeinto the house as it's passed midnight.The front door clicked behind me, but I didn't flinch; I didn’t have to.The silence was always louder when he was home, stretched tight like piano wire. I slid off my heels slowly, not to be quiet for him, but because I refused to let his anger rush my grace.He was on the leather couch, shadowed, shirtless, the glow from the whisky bottle on the coffee table catching the gold chain at his neck. I didn’t look at him. He wanted a show, a spark. That was the problem with men who owned things; they always wanted to watch them burn if they fe

SINNo one moved for a second. The girl on Jaden's lap froze in mid-kiss, eyes opened wide as she became aware that she was not alone. Jaden's head whipped in our direction, and his face changed from caught-by-surprise to caught-stiff in about half a second."Mom?" he stammered, his voice cracking.“Jaden.” My tone came out dangerously calm. “Care to explain why you’re in your living room practically naked… conducting a live demonstration of poor decision-making?”The girl scrambled off of him, face aflame, trying to pull her shirt back into place. "I—uh—should probably—""Yes," I cut in, "you should."Jasson, of course, stood in the doorway as if he was witnessing a private stand-up set. "Don't interrupt us, bro. I mean, I've got enough to grade your act so far."Jaden glared at him. "Shut up.""No, no, go on," Jasson said, in mock seriousness. "We could even get Mom to offer some suggestions—""Jasson!" I shouted.He spread his arms wide in mock surrender, but the grin only played more

STEELShe tried to pull back, but my hand stayed firm on her hip as I persistently pulled her to myself ignoring her protests and not giving her an inch of breathing space to rethink us. "Steel, I’m not—” “Yes, you are,” I interrupted, my voice dropping lower, quieter, the kind of tone I used when I didn’t want her slipping out of my grip or side. “You’re exactly what you’ve always been when I’m near you—unsteady, helplessly in love with me with an irresistible pull and attraction to me. Her jaw tightened. “You don’t get to decide what I am or am not in your presence. I've done so well without you for years now, you lost the right to make demands of any kind the moment you stopped communicating.” I tilted my head, eyes tracing the flush rising from her chest to her cheeks. “I don’t have to show you; you just showed me. For what it's worth, I know I was wrong, but we have too much together to simply walk away and if this is your aim, taking low blows at me with hurtful words, I am goi

JADENI was halfway through reheating leftover pasta when my phone rang.Mom.She almost never called—texting was her thing, unless it was bad news.I picked up on the second ring. “Mom? ”Her voice was tight, almost breaking. “Jaden… I need your help.”The fork clattered against my plate. “Are you—what’s wrong? You sound—”“I need you to come to St Vincent’s Clinic right now. It’s an emergency.”Every muscle in my body went rigid. “What happened? Are you hurt? ”“It’s not me.” She took a shaky breath. “It’s… Steel. He’s been in an accident. He needs blood. Your blood type—”I froze. “You’re saying… I’m a match? ”“Yes,” she whispered. “You’re O-negative. You got it from your father.”I didn’t even respond with words—just grabbed my keys. “I’ll come...I’m on my way already.”I didn’t think about traffic and didn’t think about the fact I was still in a hoodie and sweats. The only thought pounding in my head was donate blood fast enough and maybe it’ll keep him alive.When I got to the clinic, the r