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I held the door wider and let him in. We sat at the table with the finalist page glowing like a night‑light. He didn’t touch the screen. He didn’t reach for me. He kept his hands open, palms down, like a person learning how to ask. “Rules for us,” I said. “Or rules for the world.” “Both,” he said. “Start with you.” “Fine,” I said, and surprised us both by not needing to think. “Rule one: No weaponizing. Not the pregnancy. Not Noah. Not our proximity. If there’s a choice between winning a headline and keeping a person, we keep the person.”

She spoke and Lillian felt the rage flowing through her. “So this is what all this is about, right? Are you indirectly mocking me for not having a job?” Lillian fired and Nora crossed her hand. “Call it whatever you want, Lillian.” Nora said with a bitchy attitude and Lillian stepped closer to her. “Ladies, please, for heaven's sake. I am still trying to get some sleep. Why can't you two just behave normal for once, huh?" Mila cried out and moved closer to the ladies, who seemed like they were about to rip out each other's eyes.

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

Four: refer to rules one, two and three. These rules seem pretty easy but breaking them is easier. And the problem Cathy has with all four rules is this: she wants to show her first boyfriend off. She wants to kiss him in public, smack his ass, steal chips from his plate and make TicToc duets for the world to know he's completely hers. But rules are rules and she must keep to her own end of the bargain. What happens when their secret comes crashing down? Will their love be enough to save them?

"Vivian, Ethan couldn't close the deal with the client, but I handled it without breaking a sweat. You have to reward me—don't make me work for free like him!" "Excellent! Here's your reward!" Vivian rose on her toes and locked lips with Lesley in a passionate kiss right there in front of everyone. Then she turned her gaze toward me—naked, beaten, coughing up blood. Her eyes were filled with contempt. "Completely useless. Make that ten thousand last—it should cover you for the rest of your life." I suddenly looked up at her and smiled. Vivian hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by how calmly I accepted it, then let out an awkward snort.

I put my hands on my knees instead of the keys. If I start, I might not stop. And I promised Ava I’d rest my voice. I turn to the glass. He’s still there. “Ground rules for this room,” I say, loud enough for him to hear through the partially open door. He steps closer to the console window. “I thought you liked rules,” he says. “No,” I say. “I like *my* rules.” He inclines his head. “Let’s hear them,” he says. “One,” I say, ticking a finger up. “You don’t come in here without knocking. I don’t care whose name is on the deed. This is Switzerland. Neutral zone.”

he said quietly, "you don't." Fair enough. The waiter appeared. Ethan ordered without looking at the menu. Cara ordered the second cheapest thing on it out of habit, then immediately wondered if that was a tell. When the waiter left, Ethan looked at her directly. "I have rules," he said. "So do I. You agreed to mine already." "These are operational," he said. "No unnecessary physical contact outside of required appearances. No personal questions beyond what we've agreed to share. No contact after midnight unless it's an emergency."

"I'm to smile at you adoringly. Rule number two: Sleep in the same bed regardless of personal feelings. Rule number three, any grievances or concerns are to be addressed in private, away from Arielle or public view." Her voice trailed off as she continued reading, her eyes moving faster across the page. "So basically..." She looked up at me. Her expression shifted from disbelief to real anger, the kind that told me I was about to get ripped apart. "I'm your puppet. I smile when you want. I perform when you want. I keep my mouth shut about anything that bothers me unless we're safely behind closed doors where no one can see your perfect marriage falling apart." "I'm asking us to choose civili

“I need to set rules.” He doesn’t interrupt. Good. “I will not use the Hollow to expose people who didn’t choose this,” I continue. “No civilians. No Kin unless they step forward themselves.” He nods once. “Agreed.” “And if they corner us—” “Then I’ll bleed before I ask you to burn,” he finishes. I look at him sharply. “That’s not noble,” I say. “That’s strategic.” A pause. Then he nods again. “Fair.” CAIN We choose a square that no longer has a name.

"The rules include, one, no indiscriminate killing. Two, no stealing. Three, disputes must be settled amicably or brought to the main office for Judgement. Four, no petty crimes. Those are the major rules, the rest will be criminal codes and rules ensuring the welfare of the people. "W-what? That's all?" Everyone was stunned silly. They had expected Tess to make them pay an exorbitant amount of money or make use of them for her private dealings. They thought she was doing too many good deeds to not want something in return but were proven wrong by her words and the sincerity in her eyes. "All bow to the leader." Someone from the back of the crowd screamed and they all fell to their knees, gr