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Black and getting to the bottom of what had happened to Sophia. Finally, he reached the large office at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Mr. Black was standing near his desk, his back to the door, staring at the array of security screens that lined the walls. Mike cleared his throat, his presence filling the room before he even stepped inside. “Mike,” Mr. Black said, his voice low, acknowledging him without turning around. Mike stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. “You can take off that mask of yours, Xender,” he said, his tone dripping with irritation. “I still don’t understand why you bother wearing it.”

I was dressed in a pajamas “I would check it.” Megan offered. “No, you sit right here,” I quickly made her sit on the bed. “Let me get it.” I rushed to the door and as expected, I found Mr. Blackwood on the other side of the door. He was already dressed in smartly ironed gray pants and a perfectly tucked in white shirt. “Do you need forever to find the door, Miss Owl?” he said with a low growl. 'Don't you think it is a bit early to be grumpy?’ I fired.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

Remember tanvi he can't make you feel weak , he will win then my inner self told me and I angrily wiped off my tears . ( Imaginer her sitting ) Tears will not free me from this situation. The scenes were playing themselves reminding me how I let everything happen . Suddenly I saw Mr Blackwell in the mirror and he told me :- You are mine and you will always remain mine how matter how hard you try to push me . I will come back and have you wife . The last word disgusted me and I yelled at him to stop but he keeps repeating the bloody sentence again and again . Unable to bear it more I took the nearest flower vase and smashed it into the mirror breaking Mr Blackwell face or image . It took me

stated Damien. Mr Black didn't say anything. He took out the phone from his pocket and showed a video to Damien. "Look at this video. Dominic is fighting on the streets." Mr Black said while handling the phone to Damien. Damien saw the video. In the video, Dominic was fighting in a street fight ring. Though Damien was a street fighter; his skills were something that made him the champion of the street fights. Damien just rolled his eyes while looking at the video. "Why are you showing me this video, Dad?" asked Damien in a bored tone.

CHAPTER 28 A slight frown appeared on Tammie's face as a shiver ran down her spine. She took slow strides towards Sandros and stared at him, her sharp gaze piercing through his skin, “I am Mrs Blackwood.” she replied, her voice soft, but strong. Sandros' appearance was intimidating, but Tammie wasn't weak as well. Both of them stared at each other for a few more seconds before Tammie asked, “Have I met you somewhere?”

He pointed to the screen. We all looked up, and it was a image of him in his trunks belly dancing with his wife. And we all know Mr Black has a full semi circle belly. We all started bursting out laughing. Did Mr Black accidentally press something? Or.. Kiara already had tears in her eyes out of all the laughter and i couldn't help but laugh too. Mr Black was getting red. "GET OUT!" "With pleasure sir. " He laughed before exiting. "None of you are to say anything out of this room, are we clear?" He said embarrassingly.

The sound of moaning from the p**n filled the silence between them. Mr. Black leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “Tell him how wet you are.” She turned her head, looking right at Miles. “I’m soaked,” she whispered. “Creamy and messy… because of you both.” Miles’s breath hitched. Mr. Black chuckled low. “Now you’re learning.” He reached forward and paused the video. “Time to stop watching,” he said. “Let’s give her a show of our own.” The room went still—every breath counted.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

Like molasses and poison. I straighten, clutching the cleaning rag like it might save me. Then I turn. And yeah. It’s him. Dripping with sweat. Tattoos curling across a chest carved like sin. Grey eyes that pin me in place. He’s wearing nothing but a towel and a smirk. “You’re not the usual type they send,” he murmurs, eyes skating over me like he’s already undressing me. I lift my chin. “I’m not a type. I’m here to clean.”