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She rolls the trolley she brought in out closing the door behind her A lot of people might be like 'Why are you not screaming?' 'Why are you doing nothing?' 'You just came to terms with it all?' 'Call the cops' By a lot of people, I meant Andrea. But according to all the books I've read, and I've read a lot, I can't just escape from the mafia boss. So how to survive? Make him fall in love with me. This sounds even harder than escaping. The door opens and he walks in with another maid. This one is carrying a tray this time.

Maigret's heartbeat quickened. “Tell me, Rivera,” she said, leaning forward, slightly, her voice lowering into something almost like a whisper “I'm all ears darling” Sophia’s smirk widened as she crossed her legs and set her purse aside. “It’s done, Margret,” she announced, her tone filled with triumph. Maigret's breath caught in her throat. “Are you sure?” she whispered, gripping the edge of her desk.

Another voice pierced the silence among the three. Simultaneously, they turned toward the source, each reacting differently to the presence of the newcomer: Leonard diverted his gaze to mask his displeasure. Chateau froze, recalled Giraud's voice when he talked about her execution—back then, in Leonard's room. She slightly stepped back, and Leonard just noticed it so he walked forward to kept Chateau behind his back “Giraud!” Meanwhile Tethia exclaimed in happiness. Only then did Chateau recognize him as Giraud Maxence, a 37-year-old man infamous for his harem of women at Rosemount Estate. Among them were Madison, Amber, and Tethia—just three of the seven women under his sway.

"Make the preparations. Double the guards at the mill. Dante wants a war? He'll get a funeral." ********* Miles away, Dante Moretti lounged in his study, the room a sanctuary of dark leather and gleaming weapons racks. The adrenaline from the warehouse raid still thrummed in his veins, his knuckles raw from the fight, coat singed from the flames. Liam stood nearby, coordinating with the crew via radio, his face etched with the weariness of endless operations. The phone buzzed on the desk, an anonymous number, but Dante knew. He snatched it up, opening the message: a photo of Alessia, her wrists raw from ropes, face pale but unbroken, with GPS coordinates pinned to an old mill on the city's f

It was dark inside Carla's safe house. Tension was palpable. The oscillating fan created the only sound, and that faintly, until the massive door creaked open, and Diego entered. His face a mask of exhaustion and barely held fury, he walked towards Carla, seated at the head of the room, her sharp eyes scanning the map spread on the table. Diego’s voice was heavy as he spoke. “I’ve got news, boss.” Carla didn’t look up, her fingers tracing the edges of the map. “Make it quick, Diego. We’ve already lost enough ground.”

Betty let out an uneven breath and transferred her gaze to the safer territory for they had just been newly married. But he knew she had seen him. As if he were precisely aware of where her gaze had resided for long, uninterrupted moments, an odd half-smile curled his lips. He allowed no time for shame. No time for embarrassment. A hand at her hips urged her body against his. His skin was hotter than any fire, the eyes that gazed down at her brighter than any flame, there was nowhere they did not touch.

Taylor’s pov The detective and I reached France early. From there, we went straight to a little village called CABONA. Once we got there, We asked some towns people where to find Vincent Vincenzo, and they pointed to a huge farm house. Vincent’s ranch was highly guarded. My Dad has bodyguards, but this was nothing compared to that. Every corner I looked were two armed men pointing their guns at us, I was a little bit spooked. The detective noticed that and squeezed my hand slightly.

I never told Lucy about the court thing beca I did not want her to worry. So I went downstairs and made Myself cup of coffee, we’d hired a maid, someone who could clean around a bit, and a butler as well, someone who could cook for us some great food. They’d all reported for work. “ Good morning sir,” Martinez the maid greeted. “ Good morning too Marti,” I responded as I walked to the kitchen area. I walked to the kitchen and met Jéan getting ready to prepare something. “ Good morning monsiéur,” he greeted in his French accent.

"Yes, Lily. I have an important meeting tomorrow with some business partners. I promised them an amazing meal, and I know you make excellent risotto al tartufo. I’d like you to cater for it." "Of course, sir. That’s part of my job," I said, keeping it professional. He paused for a moment before continuing. "I brought you something from my trip," he said, pulling out a cookbook signed by Chef Pierre Martin, the famous chef in Paris. "I noticed from your socials that you’re a big fan of his." I stared at the book in disbelief. Even though everything about "Lily" was fake, my admiration for Pierre Martin was real. "Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him without thinking.

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