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I didn’t sleep at all that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Maya’s face when she pushed the eye drops into my hands and walked out. Worry sat heavy in my chest, mixed with a guilt I couldn’t shake. I didn’t tell Silas. There was no point. His crimes had already come between me and my sister; dragging him into it would only make the mess uglier. Even when the driver arrived in the morning to take him to his mother’s place, I said nothing. I simply helped him down the stairs, watched the car pull away, and went back inside to the quiet. That was when I called my mother. She picked up on the third ring. “Good morning, Mum,” I said, my voice lower than usual. “Oh, hi Valerie. Is everything okay? Why are you calling so early?” “Mum… did Maya sleep there last night?” There was a short, surprised laugh. “What? I thought she was at your place. Why would she stay with me?” My stomach dropped. “Wait.” Her tone sharpened. “Is she missing? Is my baby missing?” “Mum, I’ll call you

Tristan When I got back, I was already bracing for the consequences. Valerie had every right to be furious with me. I had stopped in the middle of everything with no explanation, left her bent over and dripping against that hotel wall, and walked out like a coward. The image of her face when she looked back at me kept looping in my head — first confusion, then sharp, unmistakable frustration. I hadn’t given her a single word to hold on to. Not a reason. Not an apology. Nothing.The house was quiet when I stepped inside. For a moment I thought Nova might not be home, and the possibility came with a thin thread of relief. I headed straight for the guest room I had claimed as mine months ago, wanting nothing more than a shower and silence. The moment I pushed the door open, I scoffed out loud.She was lying on my bed.The short nightdress left very little to the imagination. She had arranged herself deliberately — one leg slightly bent, hair loose around her shoulders, the fabric riding

I stood up to head toward the living room after cleaning the last of the things he had used. The apartment still held a faint trace of his presence — the empty glass, the indent on the cushion where he had sat. I had just set the final item back in place when a knock sounded at the door.My head turned immediately. A bright, unguarded smile pulled at my mouth before I could stop it. For a second I was certain it was him coming back.I opened the door.The smile dropped.“Oh,” I said.Maya stood on the threshold, eyes red, shoulders slightly hunched. I hadn’t expected her. Not this late. Not after the way things had ended the last time she walked out of my house.“Can I come in, sis?”“Sure. Of course. Come in.”I stepped aside. The moment the door closed behind her, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around me tightly. The force of the hug surprised me. Then I felt the tremor in her shoulders and the wet heat of tears against my neck. I sighed and held her properly, one hand settl

“Are we seriously doing this, Tristan?”He nodded, eyes steady on the camera. “Yeah. We’re doing it. Don’t you like what you see?”I let out a short, nervous laugh, heat already climbing into my cheeks. His cock filled most of the screen — thick, hard, the head flushed dark. The sight made my stomach tighten.“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice low.I hesitated. “If you’re not comfortable we can always cancel. It’s too late though… you’ve already seen me.”A small smile tugged at my mouth. “It’s not the first time.”He tilted his head. “Okay then, ma’am. We can end it if you want.”“No—no, wait.”I propped the phone against a pillow so the angle was clear, then pushed the sheets down my body. Something reckless and long-denied stirred under my skin. I had always wanted to do things like this — messy, unrestrained, a little shameless — but I had never been given the space. Tonight I was taking it.I parted my knees and watched his face change. The easy confidence slipped; his e

By the time I finally pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car, I felt like a dry sponge, wrung out and completely drained of every last ounce of energy. The entire day had been an exhausting, suffocating performance. I had spent hours trapped in a polished cage of careful smiles, polite nods, and the sickeningly sweet act of the grateful, almost-daughter-in-law. Silas’s mother had looked at me with what she probably thought was maternal warmth, but I wasn't foolish enough to mistake that calculated approval for genuine love. She didn't care about me. She cared about the bloodline. She cared solely because of Leo—because I had managed to give her a grandson to secure her precious legacy. Without that child tethering me to them, I doubted I would have ever been welcomed so openly into their sterile, perfectly curated living room.Leaving Leo behind once again, handing him over to them like some traded commodity, left a bitter, metallic aftertaste in the back of my throat. We