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When Damien finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Elias’s, their shared breathing was the only sound in the vast executive office. "It's over," Elias whispered softly, his fingers digging into the fabric of Damien’s dark shirt. Damien’s silver eyes burned through the dark, cold and unyielding. "Not yet. But he has nowhere left to run." At 7:00 AM, the cold morning rain had cleared, leaving the sky over Greenwich, Connecticut, a pale, milky gray. Inside the quiet, secluded estate of Nora Hawthorne, the house was dead silent. Nora sat in the sunroom, wearing a long ivory cardigan, a warm mug of tea resting between her hands. She looked out at the manicured gardens, her mind finally

The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent. Way better than my previous place. I knocked on the front door three times. It swung open after a few minutes to reveal a dark skin middle-aged woman with short black hair and puzzled brown eyes. Her furrowed eyebrows indicated her throwing questions in my direction and waiting for an introduction. “Hi, my name is Maya Jensen and this is my best friend, Violet Williams. I'm a new tenant here under Armando Corporations” I smiled politely and gave a little wave, Violet doing the same behind me.

"Am I going blind? What the hell is Norbert doing with his number one STALKER?" There was enough venom attached to every word. Rachel didn't know that Norbert had heard them until she heard him drawl in a mocking tone that made her wince at the harshness. "You're fools to brood over rumors. Get a life, Rachel is my new love interest matter of factly. "Get used to it. Bitches like you never keep your mouth shut but here's my warning. You mess with her, I'll mess with you." With that, he kissed her forehead and led her out leaving Miss Blonde ass bitch and her sidekicks in shock, and most importantly... Silence.

She wasn’t a lost woman returning quietly. She came for a reason. For Maxwell. For revenge. For chaos. Or for something far more dangerous. I closed my eyes and breathed through the tightness in my chest. I had always been prepared for threats—competitors, scandals, greedy relatives—but not this. Not resurrection. Morning crept in through the windows, pale and cold. I hadn’t slept a minute. Every nerve remained on edge. At exactly five, Nora arrived. She looked startled when she saw me fully dressed, hair fixed, makeup perfect—as if I had risen hours before dawn.

Nora’s POV Shock froze every single nerve ending in my body. For a fraction of a second, I didn't breathe, didn't blink, didn't even process the reality of what was happening. This was the monster who had just executed a man a few rooms over. This was the psychotic criminal who held me here against my will, threatening to bury me alive. Yet, his lips were warm, firm, and moved with a devastating, arrogant confidence that short-circuited my brain completely. The faint, intoxicating scent of Tom Ford mixed with the metallic tang of adrenaline flooded my senses, pulling me into a hazy, disorienting spin.

“No. What was the last thing you said? Before you ran straight into me?“ Nora looked at his face, her features clouded in disbelief. “Oh shit!“ Then she broke into a run, sprinting past strolling people and pets on the way. The policeman was following after her, shouting orders into a walkie-talkie. Was it that serious? Nora asked herself. But she didn't have time to think of that now. She continued to run, not thinking about the direction she was heading. There was no way she could go home, or else Catherine would also be held in the cell with her as they waited to clarify the meaning of what she had said. She had a better shot at losing the policeman in the small North Hollywood market, an

Regardless of the consequences, what I have planned must be accomplished. As we approached the end of the road, it became increasingly narrow. It was already dark; this place is quite isolated. Looking at Nora, I saw her watching everything with scrutiny. I also saw a mixture of despair and resignation. The years she spent with me taught her that when I want something, I get it. But now more than ever, I will not let anything get in my way. I have a plan this time, and nothing will change my direction. From a distance, I was already able to recognize the facade of the home we would live in for some time. When Nora saw it, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. The house is beautiful, and it has e

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

“Well, look who’s still breathing after playing nurse for Mr. Broody. I leave for a few weeks, and suddenly my cousin’s living a romance novel.” Mary snorted. “Living it? She’s the author now. Nurse by day, love interest by night.” “Mary—” Norah warned. Kim perched on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs, grinning wide. “Alright, start talking. What happened yesterday? Don’t even try lying. I can smell a story.” Norah hesitated for a heartbeat — then sighed. “He took me to the lake.” Both of them froze, eyes wide, then chaos.

Just then the loyal bodyguard Blackwood enters the hospital room and Miranda questions him, “What happened, Blackwood? Did you find Jay?” David Nashville’e eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he continues to listen to the other person on the phone and Blackwood continues to inform Miranda, “Ma’am, I didn’t find master Nashville. But there is something else you need to know -” once David Nashville declines the line, he begins to listen Blackwood, knowing exactly what he is going to say. “The young maid - the gardener's daughter -” this brings Terry to listen to him attentively as he moves his head to face Blackwood who carries on with, “the maid named Nora…she is being abducted from the man