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She could not care less at that moment. "I look too haggard. When Joshua wakes up later and sees me like this, he'll definitely scold me. Let's put on a little makeup." Gale patted her face. She rarely wore makeup, usually opting for a natural look, but still radiant and gentle, with fair and tender skin—nothing like the mother of two kids. When Gale emerged from the bathroom, she saw Joshua had already opened his eyes. He lay quietly, not speaking, breathing steadily, gazing at the ceiling.

"Spread your legs wider, Giselle," Alpha Nathan commanded, his voice a low growl. "Show me how tight that pussy hole is." Giselle lay naked on the bed, her long, dark hair cascading over the pillow, her eyes smoldering with desire. She spread her legs slowly, revealing her glistening pussy to Alpha Nathan, who stood at the foot of the bed, his muscular, naked body an evidence to his alpha status.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Pretending to be Alonso Delgado? How could she have been so blind? A sharp knock jerked her out of thought. She backed up instinctively, eyes darting toward the closet where she’d hidden the black notebook she stole from Thiago’s study. “Inés?” came a familiar voice. Gabriel. She opened the door cautiously. Gabriel looked worn, his hair damp from a recent shower, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the inked stretch of muscle and vein beneath. He looked at her like he hadn’t slept.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

The jeans then joined their clothes on the floor, and their underwear followed the fabric as soon as they also fell helplessly to the floor. They were both completely naked now, but Jessica couldn't see Noah's expression because of the darkness in the room. She also couldn't see whether Noah had gotten hard down there or not, but then she could feel how two big hands firmly grabbed her thighs before lifting her lower body slightly from the bed. The next thing she felt was a hard, hot object touching the inner of her thigh, and she knew what it was. “So, you can still get hard down there? You can still get hard when you're here with me, and that shows how much my body managed to seduce you, N

Obey. I don’t even make it to the stairs. A hand clamps around my wrist (tall guy, glasses, messy brown hair) and he drags me behind the tallest shelf in the back corner. The others follow like zombies. Six becomes ten becomes fifteen. The whole basement floor empties toward me. “Need her now,” someone mutters. “Fuck, look at that little skirt.” Hands rip my crop top over my head. My tits bounce free. The thong is torn away in one yank. I’m naked except for sneakers and the glittery ANGEL lettering now smeared across my chest in sweat.

"Chloe, what did you find out?" I didn't answer. I simply closed my eyes. I needed proof. Real, undeniable proof. … Three days later, Angela returned in secret with the lab report. She looked at the results and broke down in tears. "Chloe… these medicines—they're just regular vitamins and glucose injections. How could this happen? What have you been taking all this time?" I took the report from her with shaking hands, my fingers tracing the cold printed words—Vitamin B, Vitamin C, Glucose. Not a single drug that could treat my illness.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.