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Ava's POVWhen I reached the beach, the first thing I noticed was how many people were there.The sand was warm under my feet as I stepped out of the Lamborghini. Leila was supposed to be the one beside me, I was sure of it, but the girl who climbed out of the other door was someone else, and I decided to deal with that later. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen and the faint sweetness of coconut from the vendors lined up along the path. Families sat under bright umbrellas. Groups of friends laughed and held their phones high for photos. Couples walked hand in hand along the shoreline, and a little boy ran past me with a bucket, screaming happily at a wave that was not even close to catching him.The sea stretched out in front of me, blue and sparkling under the Dubai sun, rolling in with a slow rhythm that almost made me forget my own name. I had not planned to swim. I hadn't brought a swimsuit, and even if I had, the thought of stripping down in public after everything that had ha

Ava's POVImmediately we left the place as we went outside to enter inside our car.The beach noise faded behind us: the waves, the voices, the easy laughter of strangers who had tried to turn a casual afternoon into something more. Steven and his friend stood near the sand for a moment longer, watching us go. I felt their eyes on my back the whole way across the hot sand, and I did not turn around to check. Sandra did not look back either. She walked with purpose toward the Lamborghini, her expression tighter than it had been all morning, her steps quick enough that I had to hurry to stay beside her.The sand slipped into my sandals and clung to my feet. I wanted to stop and shake it out, but one glance at Sandra's face told me it was not the moment.The driver was already waiting with the rear door open. I climbed in first, and the cool of the leather seat met the back of my legs like a relief. Sandra followed and shut the door behind her with a soft, final sound that cut the outsid

Ava’s POVAs we stepped inside the building, all eyes were on me.The room was large and formal, filled with low light and the quiet weight of expensive suits and measured conversations that stopped the moment Sandra and I crossed the threshold. Heads turned. Conversations broke mid-sentence. Glasses paused halfway to mouths. They were just looking at me as if I was a celebrity or maybe they had seen a ghost. Including Corren. He stood near the center of a small group, still in the middle of whatever discussion had been underway, and when his gaze found me the rest of the room seemed to narrow around that single point of contact. I felt the residual polish of the spa on my skin—the clean facial, the neat plaits resting against my shoulders, the soft neutral nails—and for a second I wondered if that was what had drawn their attention, or if it was simply the fact of my presence in a space that clearly did not belong to ordinary visitors. Sandra remained half a step behind me, silent an

Ava’s POV“My trip was nice. We visited plenty of places and I love it here.”The words came out softer than I expected, still carrying the residual weight of the hall and the seven days Dhaki had placed between us. Corren turned his head in the quiet of the room and looked into my eyes. The intensity that usually lived there eased into something warmer, almost private, as if the confrontation with Vanessa and the offer of five hundred million dollars had been set aside for this one answer.“You really love this city?”“Yes, Daddy,” I said.He studied my face for another second, as if measuring the honesty in the answer against everything else I had not said—the pregnancy, Maya, the way my hands had trembled when Dhaki named the price. Then the corner of his mouth lifted.“I would take you to another one.”“Okay, Daddy.”“Good.” He touched my chin lightly with two fingers, a brief claim, then stepped back. “Don’t unpack everything. We leave before midnight.”He left me after that and

Ava’s POV“We are not finished.”The words left his mouth with quiet certainty. He still held my breast in one hand, the nipple pinched lightly between his fingers, while the shower continued to fall over both of us in a warm, steady cascade. The steam had thickened until the glass walls of the enclosure were almost opaque. My body was still trembling from the orgasm he had denied me and the one I had given him on my knees. The taste of him lingered on my tongue—salt and heat and the clean trace of the water. The ache between my legs had become a deep, insistent pulse that made it hard to stand still. Every nerve felt awake. Every place he had touched still burned with the memory of it.He kissed me again.This time the kiss was harder, more demanding. His tongue claimed my mouth with the same ownership he always showed when he decided the pace. I kissed him back, hungry and open, my wet plaits heavy against my neck, my hands sliding over the hard, water-slicked muscle of his chest an