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Cardstock. A medical report. Dread crawled up his spine. [Name: Arianna Alfano.] [Diagnosis: Late-stage stomach cancer.] His heart stopped cold.

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

Amelia Reynolds, a woman with an unwavering determination to succeed, had set her sights on conquering the corporate world. Growing up in a small town with limited opportunities, she dreamed of escaping the confines of ordinary life and making her mark in Manhattan. With her sharp intellect and impeccable organizational skills, Amelia secured a coveted position as a secretary at Morgan Enterprises, one of the city's most prestigious companies. She possessed an uncanny ability to anticipate her boss's needs, ensuring smooth operations daily. Her dedication and exceptional work ethic quickly caught the attention of the enigmatic billionaire, Alexander Morgan.

“Now we regroup. I’ll try to get in touch with Elias. If he’s alive, he’ll find a way to contact me.” Hours passed in tense silence as Damian worked to establish a secure line. Sage tried to rest, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind kept replaying the events of the last few days—the articles, the break-in, the gunfire. Bancroft’s reach seemed infinite, and for the first time, she wondered if they were truly out of their depth. She finally broke the silence. “Damian, do you ever regret it?” He looked up from the phone, his expression unreadable. “Regret what?”

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

“Rumors? I just told the truth.” “The truth?” My voice cracks. “You lied. You made me sound like some…some gold-digging whore.” A few guys shift uncomfortably. Danny smirks. “If the shoe fits.” “Shut up,” I hiss. “You don’t get to do this to me.” He stands. Slow. Deliberate. “You don’t get to mess around with Clinton,” he says quietly. “So yeah, I’ll keep talking. Until you stop.” “I don’t belong to you,” I say, every word shaking. “You don’t have any right to tell me what to do.”

"How is Kira?" Dante’s eyes flicked to me, a fierce, protective light burning in them. He ignored the question entirely. "Where are you, Silas? If you’re so confident in your vision, stop hiding behind encrypted burner phones and face me." "Still so impulsive," Silas sighed. "That is the Silvercrest temper. It’s a tool, Dante, not a master. You should learn to control it." There was a faint sound of movement on the other end, the rustle of fabric, the clink of glass. It sounded like he was in a comfortable room, perhaps even sipping a drink while he discussed the end of the world.

"Too much time in the books. Not enough time in the dark." "I agree," Silas murmured. He set his glass down and reached out, his fingers catching the silk tie of my robe. With a slow, deliberate tug, he undid the knot. "Daniel had his time to be the hammer. But Daniel is blunt. He lacks the finesse required to truly appreciate an asset like you."