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The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co

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He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.” I was still at my desk. Lights low. Office quiet. Campus dead after 8 p.m. I told myself I’d skim it. Instead, I read every word. It wasn’t just erotica. It was a confession. A blueprint. A loaded gun with my name on the trigger. Because I knew exactly who the story was about.

It was me, my mom, my dad, and his dad, his mom, and him. "What are these?" I mumbled scrutinizing every picture. The biggest picture at the center was a picture of two children. A boy and a girl, the boy looked like Arrow and the girl looked like me when I was young. The portrait was named 'Black and Red' The second portrait contains them: Arrow and his parents, Mr. Black and Mrs. Heliana. Entitled to 'Smith' The third portrait was me and my family. 'Woodwords' There was a picture of my family and him. 'American Mafia'

Little did I know that this serene moment would soon be shattered by a scandalous tabloid exposé that would rock our world. As I flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine, a bold headline caught my attention. "Secrets Unveiled: The Sinclairs' Hidden Love Story." My heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding creeping up my spine. With trembling hands, I turned to the article, dreading what I would find. The pages came alive with vivid images of Adrian and me, captured in stolen moments that were never meant for the public eye. The accompanying words painted a distorted picture of our relationship, spinning tales of betrayal, deceit, and a contract marriage that had never been more than

It wasn’t often I let myself dip into this part of my life, especially since it wouldn’t change what happened and it wouldn’t bring my parents back. "My pack was well known for their information collection. That's why they were wiped from existence." I begin when Fallon continues to remain silent. "Because of that, we all knew a lot of things, including the histories of other packs." Growing quiet, I meet Fallon’s interested gaze. "That’s how I know about your family's history. The scorned lovers are still considered taboo given all the damage their relationship caused, but it is a well-known story." "Was their relationship truly that toxic?" Fallon asks quietly.

"A relationship isn't exactly at the top of my list." Adrian's mouth curved into a faint, unreadable smile. He clasped his hands together on the table and held my gaze. "Then that settles it." I blinked. "What does that mean?" He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into his jacket, pulled out a folder, and set it on the table between us. My gaze dropped to it, and my breath caught somewhere in my throat. The folder looked far too official for a blind date that was supposed to end with both of us walking away.