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But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."

At least that was what she told herself. A search took only seconds. Ethan Blake. Public profiles. Business websites. Charity events. Articles. Photographs. The man appeared everywhere. Successful. Respected. Well connected. Exactly the sort of person nobody questioned. Jessica hated how familiar that felt. Hours passed. The gallery darkened around her. Still she searched. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No scandals. No allegations. No criminal history. No obvious concerns. The absence of information should have reassured her. Instead it frustrated her.

Bella muttered disdainfully in a loud voice. Adriano opened his mouth to refute her words but he was cut short by the voice of Mia, "Mrs. Maximus I am afraid if I do die by getting hit by a truck then it won't end up pretty well for you, I mean you won't be able to get the freedom you want from your marriage." Mia remarked flashing Bella a bright and beautiful smile.

She longed to confide in him about Juan, but fear held her back, anchoring her to silence. As Efrain opened the door, Marcus greeted them with a warm smile, bearing two boxes of pizza. "Hey, Marissa," he called out cheerfully. Returning the greeting, Marissa offered a small smile. "Hey there. How have you been?" "I'm great, thanks. It's nice to see you doing well," Marcus replied. *** Juan lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone, lost in his thoughts, when Daniella emerged from the bathroom, a provocative black lace dress clinging to her curves. Without warning, she tossed her shoe at him, the impact jolting him from his reverie.

I said. Marina and Jason exchanged looks. "Actually, that doesn't seem like a bad idea," Jason said. He was finally smiling. Marina frowned. "I would have to kiss random strangers, so no thanks." Jason shrugged. "Oh well, then don't worry about it." He looked back at me. "You heard her. She doesn't want to. So, you can leave us alone now." There goes my chance to get exclusive initiation photos. I gave up and walked away, but I kept them within my sight. I quietly followed them around. They didn’t do anything interesting other than play some games at several booths and take pictures. But it looked like they were having fun.

"Let her go, you psycho! I'm calling the cops!" But Nolan's free hand shot out, snatching her phone from her hand and tossing it across the room. "Sit down, Jenna. Or leave. But if you stay, you'll see exactly what your friend is—a lustful slut who can't get enough of her stepbrother's cock." Tears pricked my eyes, but my body betrayed me, nipples hardening under the robe, pussy slicking anew. "Nolan, please... not now." Jenna hesitated, her face flushed—not just with anger, but something else. Curiosity? She sank back into the chair by the window, her eyes wide. "Clara? Do you want me to go?"