Stolen Moments Catharina Maura นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Morgana’s POV I stared at my mother in absolute horror, my perfect evening of victory completely derailed by this unexpected nightmare. Maude Faye looked exactly like what she was—an ex-convict with nowhere else to go, standing in Maxwell’s drawing room in clothes that probably came from a charity bin.

Cameras pivoted for one final photograph: Evelyn Hartman and Adrian Blackwood standing shoulder‑to‑shoulder at the foot of the marble stair. We looked the part: two resurrected entrepreneurs basking in charity’s halo. Through the dazzle, Charlotte lingered near the curtain, eyes narrow, suspicion curdling her poise. We held each other’s gaze a heartbeat too long. She knew something shifted, even if she couldn’t yet name it. Let her wonder. *** The ride home blurred through rain‑striped glass. Emma would be asleep by now; the mansion lights would be low. From her seat, Evelyn watched Manhattan recede, towers flickering like candles trembling in wind. Across the seat, Luca’s tablet glowed fain

With that, she lifted her hands and made a twisting motion, and Everly thought that her insides were being tied in a knot. The pain in her back was made even worse as well, and Everly bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. “Well, I guess you’re tougher than I thought,” Maura said. “That’s surprising. I guess I need to take it up a notch.” She dropped her hands, and the pain stopped for a second, but then, she made a strangling motion, and Everly felt like her throat was being pressed with a vice. Her hands flew up to protect her neck, but it was impossible to do anything against the unseen forces Maura was waging on her.

Or the night after. How could I? I didn't even bother calling, or checking on her. Maria supplied me all the reports I needed. Caterina sent me a message on the second day. "Where are you, Luca? I need to take the edge off." I didn't reply. Instead, I sat beside a white-coated man in a secret underground lab, staring at a small pile of the crushed powder in a plastic dish under UV light. I had stolen the purse from her that night when she was asleep.

But the image of what I had witnessed earlier kept replaying in my mind like a nightmare that refused to end. Luca. Standing too close to her. Smirking. Touching her like he owned her. And she didn’t push him away immediately. The pain that sight brought me was unbearable. My trust shattered in a single moment. For two years, I had believed that our love was unbreakable, that nothing could come between us. But tonight, it felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and crushed before my very eyes. “What are you doing here?” I asked, but my voice was harsher than I intended. The truth was, I was scared. Scared of hearing her confirm what I feared most, that she belonged to someone els

Archie growled at her. Maura was amused and leaned against the chair, staring at me. “I want the paparazzi to see her real self. Who is the real Camille? She is nothing more than my servant. Conan is dating a useless and ugly servant.” She laughed mockingly. “She does not deserve him.” “What’s the matter with you, Maura?” Kat asked. “She did nothing wrong with you. Then why the hell do you always want to be her bad luck?” “Don’t you think you’re speaking a lot more than I would like you to, dear Katy?” She glared at him. “I know you’re well aware of how I can shut your damn business if you keep taking her side.”

"She was his mistress for eighteen months, helped him launder money through various charity foundations. Then she got greedy, skimmed half a million from one of his accounts, and disappeared." "And Kozlov doesn't forgive theft," Luca said grimly. "No," Matteo agreed. "He's been looking for her ever since. That's why she's been so careful about maintaining her false identity, why she moves in circles where Kozlov doesn't typically operate. She's been hiding in plain sight among wealthy socialites who would never associate with arms dealers." Luca processed this new information, its implications spreading like poison through his understanding of the situation. "So when I kidnapped Sienna..."

All she had to do was not get in the way. “Carlos... why don't you come up with me?” Maura whispered, her lips almost brushing my neck. “We have so much to make up for...” I pushed her away firmly, but not brutally. My fingers squeezed her shoulders. “Not here.” I looked at the door. “Camila might see us. And I don't want any scandals. I'll take care of everything my way. Just give me some time. Soon, you'll be my Luna.” Maura smiled. Satisfied. Vain. She nodded as if she were already wearing the crown. And she left, swaying as if parading in the hall of victory.

I don't fucking care if he wants to stay here for a deal and whore around, but tomorrow either way I am gonna leave and she'd remember exactly who she belonged to. And my women she endures it. She cries. She shatters. She bleeds beautifully under my touch. And somehow, even with all the damage I inflict, she stays. That's the part that drives me insane. That delicate line between her fear and her surrender—it's addictive. She was never supposed to mean anything. But now she means everything. There's a knock on the door. Sharp. Measured. "Enter," I called without turning. Caleb walks in, suited, precise, a file in his hand. He shuts the door behind him. "We intercepted new intel on the Rourke

"My only regret is the day I pulled you out of the slums and brought you to live with Sophia and me! You spent the family's money, trained in combat, learned intelligence work… and for what? To become an accomplice to a murderer!" The main screen in the tribunal hall lit up. The livestream to the underworld was live, and countless eyes followed it on their screens. Valeria's voice echoed through the chamber, amplified by the speakers. "Today, I will show everyone what this traitorous scum, this bastardo who shielded a murderer, has been hiding!" The moment she hit the switch, I heard my own scream. Needles pierced my scalp with searing pain, and my consciousness began to unravel, beyond my c