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"Is that how you greet paying customers? I thought we were friends." The giant—Silas—looked at Tristan. The red eye narrowed. "The Viper," Silas spat. "I heard you were dead. Or drunk. Usually both." "Rumors of my sobriety are greatly exaggerated," Tristan drawled. "Sit down, Silas. I’m buying." Silas hesitated, then sat heavily on the bench opposite them. The wood groaned under his weight. "Who’s the girl?" Silas asked, gesturing to Saoirse with his claw.

Despite everything that had happened at dinner, despite the cruel words I'd been forced to say, the genuine concern in Daniel's voice made my eyes fill with tears. "Someone replaced his medication with sugar pills," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "The doctors say he's been slowly dying." Daniel's face went white. "What? That's impossible. Who would do such a thing?" I wanted to tell him everything, about Emily's blackmail, the video, the threats. But I couldn't. The contract I'd signed bound me to silence, and Emily still held all the power. "I don't know," I lied, hating myself for it.

Sophia looked at the IV line still in Daniel’s arm. She didn’t see healing. She saw danger. This wasn’t about opportunity. It was about design. Every move had been calculated. Every weakness studied. Every escape route already blocked. And Daniel — kind, open, trusting — had walked right into it. ༺❀༻ Silas didn’t rest. That night, he went to Daniel’s old building. Studied the gas meter. The kitchen. The hallway. Then he pulled the only evidence left: the security footage from the day of the fire.

her youth in books, Adele unleashes her ultimate weapon: Daniel. ​Daniel is everything Silver isn’t—loud, social, and vibrant. He’s the "normal" life Silver never wanted. But as Daniel pushes his way into her bubble, Ethan, the man she'd learned to tolerate over the years, isn't about to let his territory be taken without a fight. Between a mother who won't back down, a father whose life goal is to support his wife, siblings who're terrible in every way, and two men who refuse to let her go, Silver’s quiet life is about to become a very public battlefield.

"From today onward, you're no longer the Chapman family's adoptive daughter. Since you adore your precious Mo so much, you can go to him and ask him to care for you for the rest of your life." Camilla turned and headed to Maurice's manor without another word. I'd never been one for catfights, but I did enjoy a good show. These few days, Maurice had been hovering around me like a ghost that refused to leave, constantly begging for my forgiveness. If that were the case, I had no choice but to send another ghost to haunt him so that I wouldn't need to suffer alone. Soon, news came from Maurice's manor—it seemed he and a young woman had gotten into a fight, and he'd accidentally pushed her into

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.

Mara felt her heart. Noah immediately occurred. ‘Enough.’ For the first time, his voice sounded really dangerous. The man smiled narrowly. “Then you tell it.” Silence. Mara looked at Noah. Seconds passed. And again he remained silent. This silence destroyed something in her. Not because she didn't want to trust him anymore. But because she realized that part of everything that had grown between them, based on things she had never experienced. After all, Noah spoke. Quiet. Out. “I knew a new boat would come.”

"Red, I am sorry." "Daniel, what are you into? I want to know now! The late nights, scars, wounds and all." She moved closer to him with her hands fisted by her side, "I want to know." Daniel hesitated before speaking, he knew there was no point in lying further, she had found out about him in a bad way. "I am a mafia Boss Red." He couldn't look her in the eyes, "The late nights, wounds and all are as a result of the activities we carry out."

My heart fluttered for Daniel. Well this was new. I'd gotten over Daniel. There was no way one could fall again for someone you're already over, right? Right. "Daniel, I'm sorry. I - " "Did you...wait, you did it on purpose," he breathed, "you switched off your phone and decided to leave your previous house because of me. You were tired of me, you didn't want me to be able to contact you. I can't believe you'd - "

Naa I’m not sure that’s what she could be looking for besides the book is not hers. They all move for a while both not saying anything. The reason for her silence is because she didn’t get what she came looking for. Daniel however is getting guiltier the longer she stays silent. He has said a sentence or two without getting any response; nevertheless, he wasn’t willing to give the book, not until he explores it. Daniel being the first thing on the page was enough reason for him to take the book for himself.