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David said sniffing in her scent. "But this is the perfume I have been using for a long" Malia grinned "Hmm, that's true and I closer to you added to the scent, isn't it," David said winking at her... "Whatever" Malia said chuckling " Before I forget, guess what, I'm done with my novel, remember, "To The Girl, I Love," David said as they were walking down the hallway to their various lockers... "So I thought, Why don't we exchange since it's from our favorite author, "Blessing Adebayo" David added

The bedroom door opened right then, and my heart threatened to plummet out of my mouth as he walked inside, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror. Holy fucking hell. Nico Baldocchi, the heir to the Baldocchi throne, was gorgeous in the darkest way possible. He was so intense that I sometimes forgot how to breathe when I was near him. He’s the embodiment of the alpha male straight out of those best-selling, steamy novels women couldn’t stop raving about.

Sylvia shifted her gaze from left to right wondering why David, in all his sexiness was standing right outside her door, clothed in grey pajamas, staring at her intensely like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour. If he was back for another intense adventure then he had better be prepared to be slapped by a rejection. As far as she was concerned, she was in the mansion to solve the mystery behind her father’s murder not become David’s mistress. She raised a brow and was about to mumble a word when June slipped out from behind. Dressed in an emerald night robe that barely made it to her knee, June Castello had been standing behind David.

A woman sang from the corner in French—voice dipped in honey and despair. Ayla found the bar and ordered nothing. Lucian appeared beside her two songs later. “Black suits you,” he said quietly. She didn’t turn. “You didn’t come to flirt.” “No.” He sipped something dark. “I came to tell you the truth.” That made her laugh. Once. Sharp. “Is that what this is now? Truth between monsters?” He said nothing for a while. Then: “Novák’s ledger ties him to someone we’ve been tracking for over a year. Someone funding both sides of a war in Moldova.”

Grandma’s voice echoed in my mind: “Nova, promise me you won’t give up, no matter how hard it gets.” I didn’t. Even when I lost every scholarship I’d fought for, I didn’t break. When she fell sick and the bills kept piling, I took this job—serving people who probably wouldn’t look at me twice if I were dying in front of them. I turned toward Table Seven when my eyes caught a familiar figure at the corner booth. My breath froze. It was him. Mr. Baldwin. Daniel’s father. Sitting there in a tailored navy suit, gold cufflinks glinting under the dim lights, surrounded by men whose laughter could buy silence in any room. And sitting beside him—my father.

God created some people to bring karma quicker to whoever is deserving of it. The newscaster, Janet Kane knows exactly how to pull people in. That’s why I chose her. “…this case was hidden for years, but now the truth is out. Stay tuned for more on this news, same time…” I switch off the radio as I pull into my penthouse driveway. The gate opens after scanning my key card. I drive into the underground garage and take the private elevator up. If Dahlia and her daughter are moving in… Then I’ll stay here. The Lakeside Penthouse is my favorite place because it is safe, quiet and untouchable.

Daelan The broken glass still glittered across the café floor, while frightened customers continued staring at me as though I had suddenly grown horns, yet I barely noticed any of them because my mind had already begun connecting the pieces together. This bullshit all happened after Callista entered Luca Moretti's life. My fingers curled around the edge of the table, while a slow realization settled inside my chest, because perhaps this entire thing was Luca's doing and perhaps the bastard was simply trying to impress Callista by destroying me piece by piece.

Even with her eyes pinned to the floor and her posture tucked inward, there was a natural, striking beauty to her face that the oversized clothes could not hide. "Um... hello," she whispered, her voice so quiet I almost missed it. She slowly lifted her chin, though she still avoided looking directly into my eyes. "Are you... are you our new neighbor?" I didn't answer right away. I let the silence stretch between us, observing the way her fingers twisted the fabric of her baggy sleeves. Nobody in this city knew what Jaxon Vale looked like, and I needed to keep it that way. I took two slow steps forward, closing the distance between us until my shadow completely covered her. I extended my hand