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She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

There’s something about her, maybe the calm intelligence in her eyes that feels like permission to exhale. She stands to shake my hand. “India Seethal,” she says, her tone warm but steady. “I’ve actually read one of your novels. The Midnight We Kept. It was… arresting.” The word surprises me. Most people who’ve read me in real life just call it “intense.” “Thank you,” I manage, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “That’s not the first thing I expected to hear today.” Dr. Lowe gestures toward the chair opposite her desk. “Writers make fascinating patients,” she says as she sits, tapping something on her tablet.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

God, it did. My hand shook slightly as I reached for the cup he'd drank from earlier. I brought it to my lips and took a large gulp from it. It burned my throat harshly. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know if it was hate or heat or obsession, but I knew I’d never felt anything like this in my life. And I hated how much I was craving more. Even though I was supposed to hate it. Hate that I was now a prisoner. Or worse, a pet. Of the most fearsome man in the state.

The house was still, hushed, almost gentle. I sat on the couch and scrolled. Not for anything in particular. Just… something. A distraction. The kind you search for when your chest feels tight and you don’t know if it’s grief or exhaustion pressing on your ribs. That’s when I saw it. A blog headline. “Billionaire’s Nanny: Savior or Social Climber? The Curious Case of May Hemlings.” My thumb hovered. Then I tapped. The page loaded slowly. Every second an anvil.

She gestured at her get_up, sure it was a little dusty, but it was the only familiar thing with her and she was hesitant to part with it, and a part of her hope that the girl would understand, but a slight crinkle on Beth's nose was quick to wipe the hope from Reena’s heart. The mansion’s interior was exquisite, but what destabilized Reena the most, were the armed men walking around with loaded rifles like it was nothing, and not being a stranger to weapons herself, she could not help but drool as she fantasized about the damage she could cause if she could get her hands on a weapon. Her captors would be so sorry then. The thought caused an almost hysterical giggle to slip from her throat as

I have to do this. The gate automatically opened and I can't help myself in letting out a sigh when a long pathway welcomed me. Oh my, this is my first day here and I'm already having a hard time. I'm holding my baggage when I saw a middle-aged man walking towards me. I'm not really good at judging someone but by looking at his expression right now, he looks mean. Not until he says something. "It seems that you're having a hard time with your things, young lady. Come on, let me help you with that". When he smile after saying that, I knew that I'm in a safe place after all.

My phone suddenly chimed. It was a notification from an old bank account I had long since abandoned. 'Your account has received a transfer of 0.5. Note: deducted prison labor wages.' I smiled and deleted the message. That was probably the first and last time Dylan had ever "paid me back." Alas, it didn't matter anymore. That was because I now had a bright future of endless possibilities waiting for me.

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