Second Story 소설 & 이야기

The company needs you—I need you! He grabbed my wrist, but I only laughed coldly and waved my phone in front of him. "Do you remember the day you signed the divorce papers? Christine messaged me right after, proudly telling me you slept with her. "I'm a germaphobe, Vincent. If I didn't have to come back to Camdonia for business, I would've made sure to never see you again." His face turned as pale as a sheet. "That was an accident," he mumbled. "I was drunk. I was devastated after you asked for a divorce—"

Chapter 65 Easton’s POV This was it. I know she brought me up to the second floor so no one would overhear our conversation. Each step up the stairs felt like I was moving closer to the guillotine. I truly needed the drink I ordered. I was going to do everything in my power to beg her for a chance. Goddess, I know I messed up, but please don’t let me lose my mate right after I found her.

Callum looked up. “I’ve been here the whole time.” Jax leaned back in his chair. “Physically? Absolutely.” Even Marcus smiled. Callum shook his head with a faint smile before sitting forward. “Let’s move on.” The room settled immediately. He picked up the remote and the screen changed to a rendering of a sprawling waterfront district. Old brick warehouses. Vacant office buildings. Shuttered cafés. An entire neighborhood that had once been the commercial heartbeat of the city. “The Hawthorne District.”

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.

Three simple instructions. Private lounge. Second floor. Ten minutes. And somehow… I knew Liam Reynolds wasn't asking.

she boasted. "Are you sure?" "Trust me!" She hung up, and about ten minutes later, she called back. "How is it, Barbara?" "Drex is still in the building! He's on the 9th floor. The elevator won't go there because it's a private level, so you have to take the stairs from the 8th floor!" "Are you serious?" "I’m positive! The 9th floor is dedicated to VIP privacy. There won't be anyone else there, so you can sneak in," Barbara explained.

He is probably in a meeting too or something but for now, I'll have to handle this bunch of losers. "Your theory is not a wrong lad, but I don't have that much time to spare, so can you just tell me where is he now? or at least what floor is he in? I have something to discuss with him and since I'm generous, I'll let this incident slide without any punishments. I am that Queen you've been mentioning, not her subordinate so I'll once again politely ask you to tell me where Dex's is." I said since my patience is running low. I haven't had any food since morning do I want to finish this as fast as possible. They glance at each other and seem to be reluctant to tell me the answer. But then one o

“Come on. Let’s be honest. You’re not going to shoot me here. I mean, you have the press downstairs. What are they going to even think? They will hear the shots.” “We are almost a hundred floors up. How do you think they’re going to hear any shot? Do you think it’s even going to pass the floor under us? It’s not going to pass it. So, get out of your head.” “You’re not going to shoot me.” “I’m not?” “You’re not.”

My screen displays a message. My World: Family meeting at 2 p.m. Strange, why would my little wife call a family meeting, and what exactly does she want to say? I mean, she is pregnant, even though my family doesn’t know yet, but when they see her today, they will know. I mean, her bump is now big. And God, did I mention how good she looks? She is the most beautiful woman on earth. I was afraid to sleep with her, but Camille would always jump on me and do me. I couldn’t allow her to do that anymore. I have just learned to be gentle with time. Camille loves sex, and that baby of ours is making her wild. And I can’t wait for us to carry our secondborn. I looked at the time, and I had just 30 m

Eight Years Later Cathal “Do I really have to call you Alpha now?” my sister Dimitra asks me, walking into the family living room in our parents’ new house. When I took over as Alpha a few weeks ago, my father moved the rest of the family off of the Alpha floor. Our pack has grown ever since my mother came, and we’d had to start building houses around the pack lands. So, my father built one for my mother, one that he knew that she would love and want to spend the rests of their days in.