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Meanwhile, I couldn’t even get a hundred readers to care if my characters kissed. The call had barely ended when the air in the mansion shifted. Heavy footsteps, steady and deliberate, echoed down the hall like the prelude to a bad decision. I didn’t even need to look up; only one man in this house moved like that—Grayson Pittman. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was never here. He lived in airports, in glass towers, in boardrooms where people whispered his name like a threat. Lately, he and Caisen had joined forces, and from what Conrad let slip, it was chaos disguised as empire-building—alliances forged between people who would rather shoot each other than share a table, territories stitc

--- An Unexpected Encounter That evening, as Alexander and Emilia prepared to discuss the situation further, the sound of breaking glass shattered the quiet of their home. Alexander sprang to his feet, his protective instincts kicking in. “Stay here,” he ordered Emilia, grabbing the gun he kept locked in a drawer. But Emilia followed him. “I’m not leaving you.” They moved cautiously through the house, the sound of footsteps echoing from the living room. When they entered, they found a man standing there, his face partially obscured by a hood. “Adrian,” Alexander said coldly. The man smirked, lowering his hood. “Hello, Cain. Long time no see.”

he got up from the couch across his office and made his way to the inner room, beckoning on to Vanessa who followed behind silently. Cainan reached to the third layer of the Mahogany shelf and pulled out the hard-covered brown book. He handed it over to her and she took and glanced at it with an impressed look on her face. “You’re a man of your word. So did you read it?” “Honestly? I didn’t. But in my defence, I’m barely catching up with all my appointments as it is. A murderer would be impossible.” They both laughed hard, and she clutched down on her stomach.

he said when he reached our table, his eyes scanning our group with obvious curiosity before his gaze settled on Naomi and lingered there with unmistakable interest. Oh hell no. Riley noticed and immediately tensed, shifting closer to Naomi on the bench. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” Cain continued, extending his hand toward Naomi with a smile. “I’m Cain Blackthorne.” “Naomi,” she managed to say, and I watched her cheeks flush pink as she shook his hand. She was clearly flustered and looking at Cain like he was some kind of impossibly attractive creature that had just wandered into her ordinary college life.

I asked him, but Athena, who had been standing and watching us, interjected. “I am sorry, Mr. Cain, but Mia doesn’t need to be exerted, Athena said. “This is the first time that she is looking this healthy, and we don’t want her to get tired and go back to being unconscious,” she added. I opened my mouth to tell Athena that I didn’t mind at all, but Cain beat me to it. “Anyway, I came here for a reason,” he said, looking at me. “What reason?” I asked. “Keith has ordered the best booksellers in the city to bring you all their best books,” Cain informed me.

She walked to the window again. For the first time, the city didn’t look like a battlefield. It looked like a maze. And somewhere inside it was a man who believed he could design human lives like chess pieces. Tiana’s reflection stared back at her in the glass. Not a victim. Not a pawn. Not a dying woman. Something else. Something Caldwell had not accounted for. She turned back to them. “We’re not going after his files anymore,” she said. Vince frowned. “Then what?” She met his eyes.

Or I am bigger. I brought him everywhere when I was small. He slept beside me. He traveled in my school bag, which my mother pretended not to notice because she understood, I think, what it was like to have a thing that carried your secrets. He was there the night I cried myself to sleep after the Pemberton gala and could not explain why, even to myself. He was there the night of my fourteenth birthday when I understood, for the first time, that wanting something so completely and having no power over whether you got it was one of the specific cruelties of being alive. Adrian brought him back from a trip.

Chapter 3 Riley POV “Fuck this stupid app,” I muttered under my breath the second my eyes cracked open the next morning, my phone already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me to wake up. My pussy still felt a little sore and puffy from last night’s frantic rubbing after I got back to the dorm, that dark twisted ache that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how many times I told myself I hated Kai for what he was doing. I grabbed the phone and opened the Sin App with shaking fingers, my heart already kicking up speed before I even read the message.

No One POV . . . Author Note: You guys will read the details of how all the things happened in my other featuring the lead role of Mishri & Eklavya (BAD BOY’S VIXEN). I will start this book in January. Before that, I need to end this book. . . Back to the story! .

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