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I simply wore whatever sleek, minimalist pieces fit my corporate armor. Julian had never noticed. He had assumed my cold, minimalist exterior was just who I was. He never knew that beneath the calculating strategist, there was a quiet, untouched appreciation for something so intensely rare and brilliantly colored. "It's stunning," I murmured, my voice a fraction softer than usual. "It is," Camille agreed gently. "Its sheer scarcity makes it irreplaceable. We keep it vaulted to anchor the Maison's valuation." She watched my face for a moment, noticing the rare, quiet focus in my eyes. She reached toward the discreet security panel on the side of the display.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

Sloane I walk into my room, and I feel like a stranger. I rummage through my closet and take what I am looking for. I remove it from the box and caress it softly. I stand in front of the mirror, place it around my neck, and stare at it. The family heirloom. The necklace his grandfather gave me. I am finally letting it go, because it will be selfish of me to keep this. The one possession that I have always cherished.

" I looked at him and felt annoyed. Probably more annoyed with myself than anything. I couldn't understand why I trusted him. Sarah was right. Fuck. She was always right and I never listened. "Antonio will find me, you know," I huffed as I walked to the bed and sat on the edge. "Once he does, he will kill you. He won't let you keep me hostage." "That's exactly what I want, princess," he muttered as he walked to the shopping bags on the couch and pulled out a jewelry box. He then leaned toward me and opened it, revealing the most beautiful diamond necklace I had ever seen.

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Moreover, the pigeon's blood diamond is seldom seen and it could be said that this is the most precious jewel in the world. "This is…." "The necklace is called THE HEART OF THE PHOENIX and ordinary people don’t even know the existence of this necklace." The woman who seems to be the head explained her. Pausing for a moment, she slowly explained, "And it could be said that Mr. Carson's most valued possession since Mr. Carson's mother left it to him." Ruby's eyes widen. She could say that the man might spend 1 billion dollars on a woman but why would he be that generous by letting her wear it.

"I don’t care if it's old or if it's a girl's toy, it's still mine! No one has the right to take it away from me!" Fred roared like an angry lion cub. "Where's the doll?" It was the only thing he had brought with him from the Valor Residence. It was a gift from Jackie, and it was a priceless treasure to him! The maid was taken aback, her voice faltering as she replied, "It's... it's in the store room." Normally, items in the store room were useless items that the servants would store and sell to scrap collectors in bulk. It was a source of extra income for the servants.

She sank into the armchair, burying her face in her hands. This penthouse was the only thing she had to show for all the chaos of Alex’s gift. A luxury apartment wasn't hers. Every polished surface reminded her that she deserved more. Lillian had everything now. The status, the protection, and a man who could silence a room with a glance. Jessie didn’t know what was really between them, but from the way Alex looked at Lillian, that cool, possessive, focused look, she could tell it wasn’t just business anymore.

She stacked them in several layers, then placed them in the farthest corner. Done. Pandora smiled faintly as she pushed the cart into place as the final step. It was positioned just a short distance from the bed, then her fingers pulled the lever to lock the wheels so it wouldn’t slide away. Pandora was about to turn and leave the room, but she halted her movement just as she was about to lift her foot when she noticed Kingston standing frozen with his back to the closed doorframe. One of his hands was holding something; the shape and overall appearance of the object were familiar to Pandora. Something that belonged to her. It had been taken by Kingston a long time ago; it was quite surprisi