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Kristin was smiling, but Sandra could tell she was listening out of politeness more than interest. “I have to tell you,” Daniel said a few moments later as Creighton slowly made his way toward them. “Silvano is really hacked off with you. He spent the two days we were in Italy calling you more dirty names than I have ever heard. The Don finally gave him a right good rollicking before we left yesterday.” “I’m not sure what that means, but as long as he keeps his distance then I’m okay with it.” “Hey boy,” Creighton said patting Daniel on the shoulder and smiling. “I think you’ve monopolized enough of my wife’s time. It’s my turn.” Daniel laughed and shook his hand before kissing Sandra on the

I swallowed my pride, went on my knees, and begged everyone, including that liar Ivy. This is exactly what happened, Dad. I took the blame for what I did not do for the sake of peace. But now I'm not going to keep silent anymore. The fact that everyone supported Ivy in the past made her so bold that now she dared to send me such provocative pictures. Tell me, Mom and Dad, what do you think I should do? Daniel has insinuated that I'm everything bad. He has called me all the horrible names in the world. But all that doesn't matter. Because right in front of both of you, is the reality of who Daniel's wife is. This is the truth about Ivy."

It's nothing," I looked away from him, unsure if I should let him know about the Silas issues or not. I didn't want to have to accidentally reveal my secret to him. "You sure?" He asked with a quick glance at my direction. "No, I got an odd letter last night," A frown appeared on his face. "A letter?" "Yes, it doesn't make much sense to me…." I was still talking when the sound of a phone ringing immediately cut me off. "Shit, sorry. That's mine." Daniel said and picked up his call. "Hey, what's up?" He asked whoever was on the line. "What do you mean she's not breathing?"

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of h

"So if you weren’t dealing with... all this, what would you be doing right now?" "I don’t know. Something quiet. Baking maybe. Reading." "A reader. I knew it." "How?" "You’ve got that look. Like you see more than you say." I laugh. "That’s a poetic way of calling me guarded." "You said it, not me." We spend the next hour walking again, wandering into bookstores, little artisan shops, quiet corners of the city that feel like whispers compared to the noise of real life. Daniel doesn’t push. He tells stories—about his daughters, one who wants to be a vet and the other obsessed with space. About his job. His first apartment. A vacation in Barcelona where everything went wrong, and somehow that m

He sat up fast, looking around the small room. “You’re finally awake,” Daniel said quietly. Daniel was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the cell. Silas felt annoyed right away—Daniel’s cuffs were off and lying on the floor next to him. “How the hell are you free?” Silas hissed, his throat dry and sore. “Why am I the one chained up like a dangerous criminal while you get to relax?”

He carried the weight of me as if his life depended on it, his good arm locking around me like a barricade. I closed my eyes, listening to the uneven rhythm of his heart against my ear. I wondered how two brothers could be so dangerously similar, yet so fundamentally different. Daniel was the builder of my prison, a man who wanted to own me to prove he could control the world. But Silas... Silas was the ghost who wanted to be seen. As the car turned into the long, gated driveway of the estate, I felt the shift in the air. The sanctuary was close, but the man holding me was the only thing that felt like home.

"Felix, do you even know how to have a conversation? If not, then just keep quiet." Daniel slowly looked up at Sienna. Though her irritation made her look cute to Daniel, Felix found it rather intimidating. Nervously, Felix sipped his coffee and tried to be composed while glued to the TV screen. He didn't dare utter a word. When Sienna met Daniel's intense gaze, she suddenly felt guilty. A year ago, she wrote a book while working as a caregiver at Daniel's house, and the main character was based on him. "What's your pen name?" Daniel asked, noticing Sienna's nervousness.

Daniel walked through the palace corridors with purpose, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The weight of the crown felt heavier than usual today, but for the first time in years, he had clarity. The conversation with his parents had solidified something inside him. He was done pretending. Done sacrificing his happiness for political alliances and family expectations. Raine was back, and Daniel refused to lose him again. He entered his private office, the large oak desk and towering bookshelves familiar but somehow distant now. He sat down and picked up his phone, dialing Betty’s number without hesitation. She answered on the second ring, her voice bright and warm.