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I'm married to your brother, you fucking psycho but the fact that you think I'm dressing for anyone but myself makes you delusional. “Speaking of my brother? What's the update?” He said as he raised an eyebrow at me. His voice was low but I could catch up on what he was saying or rather, what he was trying to insinuate. “Have you gotten your hands on anything yet?” He sounded almost.. hopeful. “Not yet. I think he's being careful. He doesn't trust me..yet,” I lied. The way I remained composed was something that I couldn't entirely understand. But I knew that it was necessary if I wanted to convince him and give the lie away.

If I couldn't lash out, it was the least I could do for Claire, and I listened on as she gave us the bullshit and twisted version of the whatever happened. "“What nonsense is he spewing? Does he think he’s writing fiction?”" I muttered as I tried hard to wrap my head around it. I wanted to pull my hair out as her story just didn't make sense or match with the Claire that I knew. So he was definitely lying.

Lucas stopped eating and she watched as his expression darkened “There's no valid reason for you to go back to work when you can get whatever you need with just a snap of your fingers” “Lucas, you understand quite well that's not why I want to continue working”, she stared at him tensed “I love my job and you know it” “You can't go back to work, I can't allow what happened before to happen again, can't tolerate another pervert boss assaulting you again and besides I bought your writing firm” he stated nonchalantly “You did what?!”, her voice sounded pissed as she faced him squarely ignoring the buzzing incoming messages on her phone “You don't own me, Lucas, and just simply because you have

I was very grateful, so I always gave him a nice cup of coffee to express my gratitude. I frowned at an article in the paper with a blurry picture of a shaggy blonde man with his head down. Man arrested in Deephaven, Minnesota for distribution of cocaine from his home. His name has not been disclosed yet as the arrest has taken place this morning, but his girlfriend claims that it had been going on for years. There was a picture of a woman. The same woman who I saw yesterday. She was lying. I skipped to the last part of the article, ignoring what she'd said. Lies. She was spouting lies.

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like someone poking at a hive of bees. Sensations buzzed through my flesh, sending flaming-hot darts of longing to sizzle in my core,hot prickles of want and cascading shivers of delight. I welcomed each stroke and glide of his tongue, relishing the way his breathing quickened and his hold tightened. Somewhere in a not so tangled part of my brain,I was worried that one kiss could do this to me,turn me into a breathless,limbless wanton with zero willpower. His body stiffened when I linked my arms around his neck and leaned into him.

I wanted to bury myself in the fantasy I always had… and where did that get me? Nowhere good Was he going to say anything to my mom? Was he going to warn me never to come to his place again? Was he irritated and angry with me for pulling a stunt like that Did I put him in a weirdly uncomfortable spot?... I obviously did I have twisted everything into something dark. Something sexual… something he never asked for Oh God please I buried my hand in my hair and just laid there as my mind wandered and wondered about what he could be thinking of me right now…

That made my chest tighten again. “I’m not lying,” I insisted. He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he simply let the book lower slightly in his hand, still keeping me pinned, still not giving me space to breathe properly. And then, like he hadn’t just said something completely unhinged, he glanced at the book again one last time. “Interesting taste,” he said calmly, flipping a page with his thumb. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding in here.” “Don’t you dare—”

The document twisted the truth into an unrecognizable knot. [I, Aria Sterling, admit that driven by jealousy, I conspired with outside forces to leak Family secrets, causing significant losses. Furthermore, due to an unstable mental state, I suffered from the delusion that Mr. Axel Thorne was not dead, and based on this delusion, I made malicious and false accusations against innocent people. I hereby clarify: Mr. Axel Thorne did in fact die six years ago, and all of my previous allegations were the result of paranoid delusions.] A tear hit the paper, smudging the ink.

“You will not dictate the terms while my hand is on your throat. I will give you words. You will give us the corridor. If the corridor is a trick, Aurora will finish what she wanted to start.” Marcus swallowed against the blade. “And the signature?” Sophia’s lie arrived without ornament. “After the net flickers. In this room. In front of her. You get ink when I see the families blink.” Aurora’s stare cut sideways. She heard the lie. She did not expose it. That was the older pact, the one that predated ledgers. “Do it,” Sophia said. Marcus hesitated only long enough to pretend he still had a choice. He moved to a dead panel the wipe had ignored because it had never been on the same map. The k