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Damien shook his head, already knowing who his boss was. Linda on the other hand, pulled the phone a few meters away from her ear. If not, his tone was going to destroy her ear drum. "Do you always have to be this cold, Milo?. One can even have a descent conversation with you. Why is that?" She asked annoyed. "It is so, because you're a total boredom". He said in a flat voice. "Now, state what you want or I'm going to hang up on you?". His eyebrows twitched, when he said that.

"Only son of the Vance tech mogul. He’s supposed to be taking over the company next year. They say he’s a genius, but he’s 'unstable'—prefers grease and leather to boardrooms and silk. He’s the most eligible bachelor in the city, Milo. And he’s… well, he’s a bit of a monster." Milo stared at the photo. The hope in his chest didn't die; it changed. It became a heavy, terrifying weight. Jackson Vance wasn't just a biker. He was a prince. And princes didn't look at boys who were "too soft for a man" and had "wide, curvy hips." To someone like Jackson, Milo was probably just a stray cat he’d felt sorry for in the rain. "He's beautiful," Milo whispered, his voice cracking. "He's dangerous," Liam

"Are you serious? Chocolate is toxic to animals, Desiree. Deadly. And don't you dare stand there and act like you didn't know that. You wanted him gone the moment you moved in." She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh, here we go again. You always think everything I do is some personal attack. I was just trying to be nice." Before she could finish another excuse, Milo let out a soft, broken meow that barely escaped his throat. And then he went still. Too still. His little body stiffened in my hands. Panic surged. I pressed my ear close, desperate to catch a heartbeat, a whisper of breath—anything. There was nothing.

Don Massimo wasn't at home when it started, but the moment he got the call from her that the pain had begun, he left the meeting he was at and sped to her. However, Rose…that was her name. Rose couldn't wait any longer. He has to order his most trusted guards to get to her and take her to the hospital immediately. But unfortunately, there was a snitch. And they were ambushed. By none other, than my father and his crew. Don had gotten at the scene a bit late, but a moment early just to save his unborn daughter. “My daughter, Eva, was born at the scene. You know that,” he said to me, " If anyone knows how dangerous this game could be. It would be me.”

Hendra actually moved faster than he thought. Cassandra and Ronald try to eat as natural as possible. Between meals, Ronald tried to type messages to Cassandra. [ If I get out of here you should also get out of here, I don't want anything to happen to you either. Regarding what I stole from the safe in your father's room, that is evidence of a crime your father committed 12 years ago. He killed both of Jessica's parents and just so you know I stole them. Because I want to save you. I want to exchange it for the evidence that Lexi and Arsene got from the seafood restaurant where you gave the food that caused Miss Jessica to have a miscarriage]

“If we can get some dolphins out here, we’ll jump in and play with them. I’ll show you how. It’s a very subtle game, but full of memorable rewards.” Fear crept around the edges of her eyes. “I’ve never just dived off of a yacht and swam in the middle of the ocean either.” “It’s surreal.” “I bet it is.” She gazed off at the miles upon miles of water. “Are there any sharks?” “Maybe, but we’ll be safe.” “Maybe, isn’t a reassuring answer.” “Trust me, Mia. I’m the only thing out here that you should be careful with.”

Together, they were unstoppable. Amid the chaos, Amara spotted a familiar figure: Milo Nero. He had returned, more cunning and dangerous than ever, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. “You never learn,” Milo sneered, stepping into the fray. “Still playing hero in a world that thrives on monsters.” Amara’s blade gleamed under the dim chandelier light. “And you never learn that monsters can be tamed — or destroyed.” The clash between them was brutal, a whirlwind of strategy, strength, and unyielding will. Each strike carried the weight of revenge and survival. Luca intercepted Milo’s men with deadly precision, leaving a trail of incapacitated foes.

It was just Mila and I, looking around as Peggy had excused herself earlier on, to go use the restroom. "This so beautiful. It calls to me" Mila dreamily said, as she pointed at a portrait of a young woman, playing in the rain with her child. I looked at her with interest as I smiled. "You want us to have children immediately?" She looked at me in shock as she choked on the wine she had just sipped from the champagne flute in her hand. "Come on now! Am I so repulsive that you don't see yourself having children with me?" I said casually, wanting to know her reaction. A couple had walked past us, and I was so sure they had listened in on our conversation, as they gave each other a knowing smil

He said proudly and confidently, as if he had drawn the world's best painting. Milo looked down at the stick figure with a twelve-pack and a cape. “I look awesome,” he said. “Thanks, buddy.” He ruffled his hair. I leaned against the doorway, watching them, heart full. This was the chaos I loved. The noise, the mess, the ridiculousness. Milo was home, and suddenly, the walls felt warmer. He caught my eye over the kids’ heads and winked. Home was whole again. DAMIEN This girl is toxic. Fearless. Wild. Just like her mother used to be.