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"I want to be called Samantha, that will be my name." Damian smiled a little and nodded. "I don't want to come in direct contact with you again for now, till you are out of town safely. I don't want him to link your disappearing with me, it could be dangerous for me and the rest of my family so.." he said and trailed off. Mae touched his knee lightly and then retract her hand quickly. "I understand, look for me. I will be Samantha, I'm sure you know his name. that is his alias, I'll be Samantha Aaron."

His fingertips brushed some certain areas of her body that has been missing a man’s attention. “And when will the later be?” Arianna let out a whimper. Her mind was going crazy from the sparkles that ran through her body. She didn’t want to risk having a raw sex with a total stranger. Getting pregnant or contracting a sexual disease wasn’t part of her summer quest list. “Can I go ahead?” Damon asked with his fingers pressed to her needy core.

Jasper drove into his compound parked at a corner and stepped out of his car , immediately Darell saw he was limping he ran up to him but Jasper held up his hand immediately, he stopped in his tracks and walked back to his position immediately. He kept on limping slowly and painfully as he walked towards the entrance, he brought out his key from his pocket and tried to open the door but the door wasn't opening. He tried again , this time really frustrated but it still wasn't opening, angrily he began banging on the door. After some minutes the door opened and Belle appeared , "Oh my God, what happened?!" She gasped immediately she saw his terribly bleeding leg. "Why did you double lock the d

The uncertainty gnawed at her, making her feel helpless and trapped. With a heavy heart, Camilla reached for her phone and sent a text message to Dorian. She needed someone to confide in, someone who understood her struggles and fears. The familiar ding of a reply brought a small glimmer of hope. Dorian's comforting words filled Camilla with a sense of relief. He assured her that he would be there for her, no matter what. His support and understanding offered her a lifeline in the midst of her anxiety. As Camilla read Dorian's messages, she felt a surge of determination. She couldn't let fear dictate her actions. She needed to find a way to make Lucas understand, to make him see the pain she

the guy explained, "But so he would not be suspicious, i had to be careful with the way I handled things." "And how did you do that?" Zairevaked eagerly, "Did you make sure the computer was useles?" The computer ecpert ignored the question, determined not to get confused or annoyed at the underground boss as he continued. "Because of the system I put in place, I replaced the real websites with fake ones." He answered, "Any time Damien Romero clicks on any of those websites or any of those articles, what pops up is the ones that I've carefully placed out for him,"

I said. Daniel scoffed. “Guess? You think Damian’s going to use something simple like ‘123456’?” “No, but he’s human,” I replied. “And humans always have patterns.” Daniel frowned, thinking. “What do we know about him?” I rubbed my jaw, my mind racing. “He doesn’t trust easily. He’s smart, calculating… but also sentimental in ways he doesn’t like to admit.” Daniel glanced at me. “Sentimental?” I nodded. “Think about it. He built his empire from nothing. Everything he has is tied to his past. What if the password is something personal to him?”

Creaking open the door, Zoe ducked as Sienna’s fist rose, preparing for another round of knocking. “Jesus,” she exhaled, furrowing her brows as Sienna slid through the gap into her apartment. “What happened? Are you okay?” The brown, leather tote slung over her shoulder was stuffed to the brim. Sienna rummaged through it, grasping a large stack of papers and thrusting them toward Zoe. “You didn’t show up for work tonight. Anja said she stopped by to give you some business card from Simon but you weren’t home. I’ve been calling and texting all night and there’s no answer. Were you with him?” Kelly green eyes scrutinized the ruddy complexion of Zoe’s skin, panic washing over her face as she sh

“And if you’re not?” He glanced up, a ghost of that old smile returning. “Then you can kill me. Deal?” “Tempting,” I said, though part of me meant it. He plugged in the drive. Lines of code filled the screen. My heart pounded with each file name — “CobaltCharity_Statement,” “A.WHoldingsLedger,” “Confidential_Transcripts.” And then the screen froze. “Did you break it?” I asked. “No,” Damien said slowly. “Someone’s accessing it remotely.”

Really dangerous. “Don’t come closer,” he muttered. She froze. “You’re scaring me.” His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it. “Good. Stay scared. It’ll keep you alive.” The words stunned her into silence. Not because they were cruel—but because she could tell they were true. This wasn’t a drill. This wasn’t business. This was war. And somehow, she was the target. Damian exhaled slowly, his mind racing. He traced the breach. First, through the outer firewalls, then through his private Jaxon Corp servers, and finally—through the penthouse’s internal network.

"Can you do it before they find us?" "I have to. But Damian isn't just a businessman; he’s a narcissist. He’s left a 'logic bomb' in the system. If I try to overwrite the logs, it’ll trigger a remote wipe of everything—including the evidence of his fraud." For twenty minutes, the only sound was the frantic clicking of keys and the hum of the servers. I watched my screen, the grey landscape of the swamp peaceful until... A white bloom appeared on the edge of the thermal map. Then another. And another.