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It was a photograph, glossy, a little curled at the edges. I looked at it. It was Benjamin. He stood on the pavement outside the nursery in his blue coat, with one button done up wrong. Something was clutched in each of his small hands. Behind him the plane trees stood in their peeling bark, and the light was the low gold light of October. My stomach dropped. "That's Thursday," I said. "That's this Thursday. That's the button he—" I stopped. "Alex, we were there. We were right there. I didn't see anyone."

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

the agent glanced at this silly and adorable little Mastiff, "Have a bit of an idol burden, don't all your fans like it when you pretend to be aloof?" Benjamin felt that made sense, just as he was about to approve that request, a telemarketing call popped up. He frowned and tapped twice, waiting for the sales call to hang up. After it ended, Benjamin's expression turned devastated. He accidentally pressed "reject".

"The compound's location balances isolation with strategic advantage." Through the bond, Casie felt their shared focus, the way both men were mentally preparing for what lay ahead, cataloguing potential threats and escape routes. It was oddly comforting, this protective competence that never veered into controlling behaviour. Her phone buzzed with another text. Dominick, this time: *Benjamin is trying to access the records room. He claims he needs genealogy charts for a research project. Father denied the request. Tension escalating.* "We need to hurry," she said, showing the message to Valeria. "Benjamin's getting desperate."

She ran down the winding mountain path, her heels catching on the gravel until she ripped them off, running barefoot in the dark. The car was there—a nondescript black sedan. "The hospital," she gasped as she dived into the backseat. "Please, hurry." Back in the mansion, Benjamin stood in the study, staring at a portrait of his father. The rage was still there, but beneath it was a gnawing, uncomfortable feeling he couldn't name. He looked at his hands—the hands that had almost crushed the life out of the woman carrying his child. Reflexive movements. He remembered the night of the wedding. A feverish dream. A soft touch. A scent of lavender. He had thought it was a hallucination of a dying

Glancing at her small hand which was so white that even the vessels could be seen clearly, Benjamin smiled slightly. The assistant opened his eyes wide in surprise. Did Benjamin get possessed by something that day? Why was he so strange? He didn't like to be too close to others. Except for his two good friends, he had never treated others so intimately. Moreover, it was said that he was a gay... But at this moment! The girl grabbed his hand, but he didn't shake it off with an unhappy face. Instead, he smiled? "Look! Am I right?" Evelyn pointed to the car and said, "There is no trace at all!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked away. Benjamin sat in his Bentley with the windows down, enjoying the darkness of the night. His figure was illuminated by the streetlights, and the lit cigarette he held between his fingers glowed like a star. Something said earlier by Hazel popped into his mind. Hazel's question, in Benjamin's opinion, was merely intended to test him. He believed that Hazel was a woman who had married him by unethical means. She was considering pretending to be pregnant after finding out that, despite their three years of marriage, he had not developed feelings for her.

Benjamin took a deep breath, trying to process what had happened. "First... I had no idea she was your mother. And..." Benjamin squints his eyes for a few moments and lets out a heavy sigh. "She... She's my father's mistress. Dr. Schmütz." My mouth automatically falls open. "And... Ironically, my bone marrow is compatible with hers." I freeze, in shock. There were too many pieces of information to process at once. "You're saying that... My mother... Is your father's mistress? The doctor who's taking care of her?" I furrow my brow and Benjamin nods his head. I let out an ironic laugh, disbelieving. "You must be kidding me."

Isabella asked "Yes. From schooling to university, we did it together" Benjamin said "So you two are of same age? Julian got married three years ago? Why didn't you?" Isabella asked "I have been waiting for you all my life" Benjamin said in a flirty voice Isabella's mouth fell open in surprise "What happened to you? You were never like this before?" Isabella asked in surprise "Back then, you weren't my wife. Now you are" Benjamin said with a shrug

He put down Benjamin and said, “You’re so heavy!” Benjamin rolled his eyes, “My mommy fed me well, what do you expect, huh!” Benjamin's eyes glanced to the door, but then Brian noticed it. “The door is automatic. There is no way you can run from this room!” Brian walked to the standing mirror not far from his desk. He usually uses the mirror to fix his suit before going for a meeting. “Come here!” He command Benjamin Benjamin walked slowly toward him. Standing in front of a big mirror, Brian squatted and said, “Look!” He pointed out their reflection. Benjamin blinked his eyes, disbelief. His face is similar to the uncle. ‘Could it be…..’ He thought