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Suzanna’s greeting returned the entire room to focus. I moved my gaze from Chelsea to Bryce to Suzanna and finally to the room. Everything was the same as it had always been. The unchanged bookcases covered the walls while heavy draperies fell beside the windows. It was but another piece of the Montague fortune, regal and ostentatious.

Even the millisecond of believing that Bryce was in my bed set my heart to hammering against my breastbone and accelerated my breathing. The woodsy scent of Nox's cologne mixed with the musk of our union would then lull me back to sleep until other scenes infiltrated my night. The waves lapped the shore, creating a rhythm. The hand holding mine was strong and protective. I stared up at the light blue eyes as Nox and I strolled along the beach in Rye. My flat shoes morphed, their heels growing. I stumbled, each step more difficult as my shoes slid upon the pebbles. When I looked up from our intertwined fingers, the eyes were no longer swirled with love, but were infused with contempt.

"Tonight, you are not the bait, Cassie. Tonight, you are the Queen of this house. You will walk onto that floor, and you will let them look at you, and you will remember that absolutely nothing in this world can touch you while you are at my side." "Anchor me," I pleaded, turning within the circle of his arms to face him directly. He didn't hesitate. His hands slid up my ribcage, his thumbs resting just beneath my collarbones as he tilted my face up. He captured my mouth in a slow, devastatingly thorough kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was an absolute, meticulous claim of my senses. He tasted of dark coffee and an intoxicating, territorial certainty. I opened to him with a soft, helple

My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin. "Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster. Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once. After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

Chapter 18: Careful Lies Cassandra’s POV Brady stood there under the library lights, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight. His bright blue eyes flicked between Alexander and me, sharp with suspicion. My heart raced so fast that I felt dizzy. Alexander’s hand brushed the small of my back, a silent signal to stay calm. I could still feel the warmth of what we’d done in the stacks, his cum slowly leaking into my panties. “What are you talking about?” Alexander asked first, voice steady but edged. “You followed us?”

Under the dim lighting, it looked less like a drunk employee sleeping on her boss but more like a couple returning home together after a long night. A real couple. The kind that belonged beside each other. The kind that fit. My chest tightened strangely. I zoomed in. Then immediately regretted it. Because somehow it looked even worse. Or better. I wasn't sure which. The image felt... warm. Comfortable. Natural. As if it wasn't forced at all. As if she had always belonged there. My heart performed an unfamiliar flip. A dangerous one. The kind I didn't particularly like. Or understand. I stared at the photo for several seconds. Then several more. The longer I looked, the harder it became to lo

Him! I’m about to scream, but another firm hand clasps my mouth. I try to struggle, but the grip is far too tight for someone as little as me. “Calm down if you don’t want to get caught”, Truce's low, deep voice warns. His breath fans my neck and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. If my heart was racing before, now it’s running a marathon. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Truce. His sweet scent of mist, musk, and darkness filled my senses. I suddenly realised how warm his body was—a bit too warm. He let go of my hands almost immediately as if he had read my thoughts.

But even as she spoke her mind flickered to **Brock**-what would he be doing, thinking about the quiet confidence that had drawn her to him in the first place? Meanwhile, Jasmine ever the sassy one among her sisters had been captivated by a travel writer who spoke to her about different places; the man was filled with life and vigor. Yet as she laughed along, she just could not help but think of Alexander. Alexander had stirred something in her, a feeling of mystery and danger, coursing through her heart, until he lay next to her, coursing in her very soul. But was she the only woman feeling this about him? A flicker of jealousy emerged with the thought and she quickly brushed aside the feel