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“Might take it.” I nearly dropped the salt. His foot shifted again, pressing more firmly between my legs. I could feel every small movement. His toes pressed right against the damp spot that was already forming in my shorts. My breath caught. I tried to shift away, but he followed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made my thighs tense. Heat was spreading low in my stomach. Every time I glanced up, he was looking completely innocent, talking to our parents like nothing was happening under the table. My face felt hot. I kept my eyes on my plate and tried to breathe normally.

It felt like a baptism. The confrontation in Geneva was three weeks past. The public story was a masterpiece of controlled narrative: a tragic internal conspiracy at Rogers Industries, masterminded by the rogue CFO Evelyn Voss and the embittered half-brother Marcus Vale, who had perished in a violent confrontation at a Swiss villa while attempting to sell corporate secrets. Anton Rogers, the courageous CEO, with the aid of external security consultant Sabatine Stalker, had uncovered the plot and prevented a global catastrophe. The stolen prototype was recovered. The official inquiries were ongoing, but the tide of public and legal opinion had turned. The evidence Sabatine had meticulously ga

“Anya, tell me. After all these years, do you still bear feelings for me? Do you still see me as a man and not just bodyguard? I want you to tell me the truth. You can say anything you desire, because you are Anya and Anya is special to me. I won’t get mad or upset with anything you say, as long as you’re with me, I can tolerate anything, like I always do all these years.” The mixture of his words and his warm breathing sent shiver down her spine. She did not know what was happening to her but she could feel herself flushing under his dominating behavior. He easily towered over her when he wanted to yet remained under her leash, while she was much more fragile yet fierce at the same time. Th

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Her hand moved to the desk, placing her phone down before sliding it toward me. “Look.” I picked it up. Files. Transactions. Timelines. Everything aligned too neatly, and my name appeared where it shouldn’t. Connections linked back to companies I had no direct involvement with, yet the structure made it look intentional. I scrolled once. Then again. Then I dropped the phone back onto the desk. “Sloppy,” I said. Her brows lifted slightly. “Sloppy?” “If someone is going to frame me, they should at least make it difficult,” I replied. “This is too direct.”

This wasn’t anyone I recognized. Most importantly, Kai and Fynn were still standing at the doorway. So who—what—had managed to slip past them? I didn’t have time to think. The darkness swallowed me whole, and the world disappeared. ____ Author's POV: Asher’s body language relaxed visibly as he took in the chaos unfolding around him. Everything was going according to his plans. The twins were growing more exhausted by the second, their movements slower and less precise… but he didn’t care. His plan was working perfectly. His shadowy sentinels, hidden in the background, were silently completing the task he had set for them. As he spat the blood from his mouth after Fynn’s flying kick landed so

But to my surprise, he was still determined to protect Rachel. As I mulled things over, my gaze landed on the subtle smirk tugging at Lucas’ lips, and my heart sank. Lucas and Rachel had the same last name, and even the advisor shared it. Could they all be related? Without waiting for the advisor to react, I turned on my heel and marched straight into the dean’s office. “I need to report something. The advisor is defending Rachel Young, a prostitute, because they’re related!” The dean’s face turned green at my accusation, but she calmly asked me to sit down and explain everything. She also requested that I send the video evidence directly to her phone.

The wind tore at my clothes as I dived. The city below was just a blur of neon and concrete, a map of lives I was supposed to have lived but never chose. The girl, my double, was dropping fast, her arms flailing. She looked just like me, but there was no spark in her eyes. She was a hollow shell, a prop the Architect was using to kill me.

"You worthless liar! Speak! If you've got the guts, tell the truth! If you don't want your son sold, then confess!" At the mention of her son, Orlena finally spoke. "Caspian's grades were fake. I manipulated things to boost his scores. The real top scorer is Miles! Also, Mr. Duskwood and I made a bet—a wager on who would be the top scorer this year. The amount involved is billions of dollars. And since Caspian reached adulthood, we've been lovers." Her words hit like a bombshell, rippling through the crowd. The audience erupted. A teacher-student affair. Score manipulation. A mind-boggling money-laundering scheme.

Even my eyes looked different, colored contacts turning my distinctive grey eyes to ordinary brown. I looked nothing like Victoria Volkov. Nothing like Anna. I looked like Sarah Collins, a forgettable nursing student covering shifts at Presbyterian Hospital. Perfect. The explosion should have killed me. Would have killed me, if I hadn't planned for every contingency. The body double I'd sent in my place had died instantly, a homeless woman I'd paid handsomely for one last performance. By the time the FBI realized their mistake, I was already miles away in a private car, heading to Dr. Chen's underground clinic in Queens.