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I took my gaze to the screen. 'Hello, I am Caily.' the message read. I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile. Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.

It did not stop Jasper from stealing frequent looks at me. Nicole had noticed, so she kept trying to go against me. She kept bidding against me for the emerald pendant that I wanted, and it got more and more expensive. "50 million!" Nicole shot a triumphant look at me, and she looked even more smug when I did not bid a higher price. She turned and whined playfully at Jasper, "Jaspie, I like that emerald piece. Will you bid for it and give it to me?" Jasper saw how pale I was and tweaked Nicole's nose in satisfaction. He said fondly, "When have I ever refused you anything that you liked?"

Someone inside this estate was playing a game. And Zane was the piece they’d decided to move. He exhaled a long drag, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a prayer. “Alright,” he muttered to the empty room. “Let’s play.”

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Mum, I need your help again. Then the picture came through in a media message with the most wonderful sounding blip I'd ever heard. I opened the message and stared, my eyes absorb- ing what she'd just sent. Brynne was playing her hand in a kill-game situation, and had just upped the ante by betting huge stakes that could go either way. I loved her so much for doing it. I thought my heart could burst right on the spot. My girl played her cards with the instincts of an experienced ace. Of course she does, she's my girl.

Two other unsaved numbers and a couple of messages from previous whores. Talk about actions having consequences. Maybe it's finally time I changed my phone number. "Are you asleep?" I lay down on the cold bed, and blankly stare at the ceiling. "Of course, it's 3 am. Is everything okay?" He yawns and I can tell it is forced. Always dramatic. "I am in trouble man, I finally found her" "Aren't you happy? You have been all over the world for that girl?" "She is different and mad about my lifestyle you know...women"

Without hesitation, his fingers pressed the call icon for Luna. “Hey, stutterbug. Did you get the money?” he asked. "Y-Yes, I got it! Thank you. Thank you so much, Mr. Nick." Luna's voice sounded nervous in his ears, and the corners of Nick's lips lifted again. There was a strange satisfaction in hearing that trembling tone—as if he were in control of something far more interesting than any stock chart. “Listen, Luna, I don't like emojis. And you sent me a kiss emoji earlier,” he said, leaving the sentence hanging.

“Why is your life like a Venezuelan soap opera, blended with a Colombian drama, then slapped around by a Turkish series?” I stood in the doorway in a wrinkled pink hoodie, ripped jeans (not fashion, just tragic laundry), and two massive suitcases at my feet. One for my clothes. The other… packed with things I could throw at Claudia if she ran her mouth too much. “Ma,” I sighed, rolling my eyes, “I’m not going to war. It’s just Theo’s mansion. A giant house full of bitter memories, nosy secretaries, and an ex-mother-in-law who could pass as Ursula with a Latina accent. Totally normal, Ma.”

"Well, it's good to know that you were obedient to our instructions, but did you really have to sell your shares to Seymour? I expected Christopher," "My long-time friend," Liam butted in and Christopher gave him a hard and cold glare. "Anyway, for being a good boy, we have prepared gift prices for you and you just have to choose one- "she pointed to the babies,"- one of them is your daughter, the other is a fake. You have to choose one to take home to your lover, the other will be shot dead the second you make your choice" "What is this sick game, Charlotte?" "You have only 15 seconds to choose, after that, both children will be shot dead if you don't make a choice."

But sitting in her childhood bedroom staring at her phone felt worse. “Sure. Where?” “Eleve Mall. You know it?” Ava knew it by reputation. The kind of place where celebrities shopped and normal people window-shopped. “I will find it.” “Great! See you at noon.” After Rebecca hung up, Ava turned toward home. At least now she had something to do besides check her phone every five minutes. ----- Eleve Mall looked like something from a magazine. All glass and marble, with fountains and trees inside like an expensive garden. Rebecca was waiting by the entrance, waving when she saw Ava approach.