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I told him. He picked up his scotch, drank from it and set it back down. "And if Atlas delivers within sixty days?" "He won't," I said, "he's managing too many things at once. A man with that many fires doesn't put any of them out." "The woman," Gerald said, "Elena Carlson. She's the variable." I lifted my glass. "She was my wife." He absorbed this without reaction, which told me he had already known. "Is she relevant?"

She had finally given me something—Elena. I had been racking my brain trying to remember the name. It took a moment before I recalled—she had been a housemaid. Quiet, unremarkable, nothing that should have been a threat. But Gina had scoffed when I called her an ordinary housemaid. She had been something more, something dangerous. And now, Elena was blackmailing her. My frustration simmered. I wanted to shake Gina awake, demand more answers, but I knew it was pointless. She was out cold from the alcohol, and I wasn’t getting anything more from her tonight.

Shaking her head Elena quickly said. “Am sorry I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant it as a compliment to your beauty" “well darling, it’s just a face and a body, a girl have to make a living right" “right" Elena said, stretching out her hand. “Am Elena Morris and am doing a follow up on the mortgage you took from Giant’s Limited" The moment she mentioned Giant’s Limited she noticed the change in the lady’s expression, her lip thinned and her eyes became hostile as she said.

Viviane asked as she wiped at the excess water in the white porcelain sink with a dishcloth. Carefully placing the dinner plate on top of the others in the cupboard, Eliza thought about her answer. Should she admit that she met a stranger for coffee? Well, he wasn’t a complete stranger since she’d danced quite a bit with him the night before. The only problem was that this was something that she could barely remember. Since it wasn’t her habit of sharing girl talk with her mother, she decided against starting and simply said, “I went to see Reba.”

Elena said. "Don't worry about me, just get the book." I said. She took the book and as soon as she had the book in her hands an inferno of fire covered Elena in a circle. "Turaste Teralado Infermina Tutulo." I said and the fire went out. "That was great, now let's go before the next element hits." Elena said. She didn't have to tell me twice. "Give me your hand." I said and she did as she was told.

ELENA The moment the gate of Valeria’s mansion closed behind me, I knew my fate had been sealed. The place was too quiet, too clean. The kind of silence that swallowed sound and left you all alone with your thoughts. I felt like I had been dropped in a different world, a world where rules bent for one woman, and that woman’s name was Valeria Moretti.

"Anything electronic." The door burst open as Elias entered with two other security personnel. They were carrying heavy black cases that looked like they belonged to a bomb squad. They began unpacking wands and frequency scanners that hummed with a low-level static, moving through the luxury suite like locusts to dismantle our remaining illusion of safety. I watched Elena standing by the window. She was tapping furiously on her own screen, her expression tight and frayed. She had been Gabriel’s General Counsel for eight years; she knew where the bodies were buried because she had helped dig the graves.

" I thought about the photograph Marcus had shown me. Two people in cozy European light, looking all smiles, like they're in their own little world when no one's peeking "I don't know yet," I said. "I think I will soon.". Elena was silent for a bit."Is the estate gig paying off "Yes." "Is it dangerous?" I thought about Victoria in the supply room doorway. Selene's voice echoed down the hallway The motivation for the books "Probably," I said. Elena looked at me steadily. "Are you going to keep doing it anyway?". "Yes." She gave another little nod like she'd already known the answer and just needed to hear it out loud.

I turned to him, my eyes full with tears “You know nothing about me. I have a degree. I have published papers on botanical genetics. I’m not just a charity case because I don’t wear size zero.” My voice was almost fading now. Julian finally looked up from his screen. His gaze was cold. “In my world,Elena, if it isn’t beautiful or sexy, it isn’t useful. You have six months to make yourself useful. If you fail, the divorce will be quick and your sister will be back in that attic before the ink is dry.” The limo suddenly screeched to a halt. A crowd of paparazzi swarmed the car, their flashes blinding.

Chapter 48: Fire and Ice Elena’s eyes fluttered open to darkness. The faint glow of the city’s lights spilled through the tall windows, cutting slashes of silver across the plush carpet. Her body felt heavy, as though she’d waded through storms in her sleep. Rising on shaky arms, she realized she wasn’t alone. Gabriel crouched just inches from her, his face half hidden in shadow, eyes glowing like embers. Alessio stood behind him, black suit stark against the candlelit room. Both men looked at her with a hunger that made her pulse thunder in her throat.