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"That wasn't the arrangement. I provided the visual exhibition you requested. Now, you owe me the truth behind the outlaw." "Mm. Perhaps I’ve decided you look so breathtaking in that red silk that I’m more interested in seeing how you look without it." "Perhaps you’ll earn that privilege." It’s not as if Lyon accepted Adrian’s assistance with the packing out of a genuine need for help—though the state of the penthouse suggests otherwise. "Speak first. Afterward... I suppose we’ll see if your narrative has the desired effect on me." Adrian’s brow arches as he weighs the deal. "Well. Hell, Lyon. You have a soft spot for animals, don't you?"

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“They were watching. Every breath. Every blink. If they suspected even an inch of hesitation, they’d have torn you apart. I had to make them believe I was capable of anything—even betting the woman I love.” Another tear slips down my cheek. He kisses it. “We’re leaving,” he says. “Right now.” I didn't resist when he took my hand and guided me out of that den of devils. But the pain… it follows me. The damage was done. Even love leaves bruises.

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My intention was to converse with him, but he cut me off and began expressing his opinion. "I know that you most probably will think that I would support my dad. I don't. I wasn't aware of his misdeeds and most probably wouldn't have believed that he was capable of such a despicable act if I hadn't seen that recording. But I now have no choice but to believe that he is a renegade," he sighed and glanced at the laptop that was still open on the table. "I wish that he didn't do that…" he whispered to himself as his mother gently held his hand. He heaved a deep breath and looked at my mate and me.

Sean asked, almost horrified at the suggestion, choking in disbelief. I am not affirming it. I am only suggesting it as a possibility." " My God, that's impossible!" exclaimed Catherine. "Why so?" Nathan inquired. "B-because..." she added. "... Because that would mean you have been dreaming alone and had the experience simply. Or somewhere in between? " Nathan responded. If what I say is true, it will throw overboard everything you believe in. That somehow you are solely in the Land of Nod and yet here we are having coffee together discussing the possibilities of it and more Nodders. " He added

“Oh my god… I was watching a live stream. All of Jacksboro City’s traffic lights just went black!” Gabriel puffed out his chest smugly as he wrapped his arm around his woman. “You hear that, you little bastard? You can’t afford to offend upper-class people like us!” “Upper-class people?” I sneered. “You think driving a Maybach makes you a member of the upper class? If that’s the case, my Passat must make me royalty.” Gabriel and his woman both burst into laughter. “You mean that piece of crap? That garbage costs what? Twenty, thirty grand? Royalty my ass! My dog wouldn’t even sit in it, let alone drive it!”

Nothing seemed missing but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Mike had touched some of my files. I picked up the phone and called Jude's extension. “See me in my office,” I instructed. He walked in shortly after, bowing slightly. “Good morning, Ma.” “Jude, I came across a file meant for our Mexico partners, and the documents I received to sign didn't match what Blessing brought in yesterday. Your file shows 5,000 bottles of oil, but that's not what was delivered. Can you explain?” I had noticed discrepancies in various documents, especially financial ones. Initially, I had brushed them off as simple mistakes, but this particular issue was too glaring to ignore.

The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anytime he looked at her. “Hello, Benedict,” Kallista said coolly. “Benedict?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You used to call me Dad.” “That was a long time ago,” She murmured back, looking down at her luggage. “Enough,” Dorothea said, Kallista could hear the exasperation in her voice from a mile away. “Benedict, she’s had a rough day. Her apartment burned down.” Benedict raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Is that so? And you decided to come back home?”

I said sharply. "No matter how much you try," she replied softly, "one day, the truth will come out." "I'll never let that happen." I grabbed my purse, locked the door behind me, and walked out. The moment I stepped outside, tears broke free. Crying never helped before but this time, I couldn't stop. But both of them were unaware of the real demon in another mansion, Kian, the biggest enemy of Rhys, sat with one leg crossed over the other, smoking calmly.