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I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

My voice came out lower than intended, rougher, betraying everything I was trying not to feel. She slid into the seat across from me, crossing her legs in a way that made my restraint a fragile, breaking thing. Candles flickered between us, mocking the fire already simmering under my skin. I wanted to say a thousand things, explain myself, apologize, beg her to never doubt me again. But all I managed was: “You look…” My throat tightened. Words failed. “Dangerous.” Her lips curved, slow and deliberate. “Good. That was the idea.” And just like that, I knew this dinner would not be civil.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

I had already lost every right to be trusted. I sighed, rubbing my neck. Maybe I deserved this too. I ruined both their lives once upon a time. Doman’s most of all. When Dami had asked me to apologize to him earlier, I almost refused. It felt humiliating being asked to bow Doman. But when I looked at her eyes, I realized it wasn’t about pride. It was about the pain I caused. I didn’t know his mother had died from a stroke. I didn’t know my report to the police would destroy everything for him. I thought I was doing the right thing then, but now? I made enemies of blood.

No confusion. Just truth. Elon inhaled softly beside me. Evelyn closed her eyes briefly. That hurt her. I could see it clearly. But underneath the pain, there was something else too. Relief. Which made absolutely no sense. “You deserve that,” she said softly. Before I could respond— Every light in the mansion suddenly died. Darkness swallowed the room instantly. Elon cursed beside me. Thunder cracked overhead violently. Then somewhere upstairs— A gunshot exploded through the house.

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.

“You can’t.” Vivian's face flushed with anger. She barked back at him, her voice quivering. "You're so heartless, Celeb! I'm trying to make things right!" Celeb's eyes bore into her, his words dripping with accusation. "Our family was ruined because of you, Vivian, and don't think for a moment that opening this boutique with the money we got from selling Katherine off to a marriage that should have been your punishment is going to make things better. It's offensive."

CHAPTER 8 ELENA I woke up feeling… weird. Like my brain was in a foggy mix of embarrassment, denial, and pure delusion. Last night’s memory slammed into me at full force the second I opened my eyes. Oh God. I watched Lucian have sex. I touched myself because of it. I moaned his name. I flung my pillow over my face. “Maybe I should just move to another country,” I groaned. But the smell of food drifted into my room, and my stomach betrayed me like the traitor it is. Breakfast. Right. People in this mansion exist. Life goes on. Even when your dignity has permanently left the chat.

But now, she was something else, something dangerous. They put together what's left of their strength had cleared out and made their way back up the staircase, their minds hustlin with the implications of what Clara had said. The fortress was still disintegrating, and as they explored the flotsam and jetsam, the ground underneath them trembled. “What do you think she meant by 'a new world'?” Selene asked as they moved through the shattered halls. Ethan shook his head, his thoughts a whirl of confusion and fear. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, it can’t be good.”

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