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I denied. He shook himself once more. “Enough of the lies. I have heard that you’ve told the members that you’ve been diminished to that of a slave. You want nothing more, but to be free from the shackles that bounds you, so you can be free to practise your witchery,” he pointed out. I dropped the knife I had held, stunned beyond words. No-one has accused me of such a thing for so long a time. I was not a gossip, and definitely not a witch.

"Juliana, please… don't try to convince me." "I'm not trying to convince you, I am only telling the truth. Xavier and Xender are twins, they share things in common. Don't you see the way they behave, like they are two bodies sharing one soul. What if this soul they share wants you? What if they aren't complete yet because one of them doesn't own you?" "I do feel incomplete too, but when I thought I had him, he found you. So, I had to convince myself that I was only exaggerating."

It was just herself and the talents she carved out herself. “I told Young Orlov that there was no darkness here. He senses it; he thinks it’s here; he has convinced you of it as well. Am I right?” “You are,” Ursa replied. There was no point in denying this. If she was able to convince the Oracle, then they would be better prepared for the breaking of the barrier. “He told you I am hiding something, that I am lying.” “He did.” “The fact of the matter is, nothing is hidden from Young Orlov. He is just blind to the truth.” The Oracle got up from his desk and politely offered Ursa a seat, seeing as she awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, too afraid to move from this interrogation.

His gaze didn't leave her stomach, " Why are you hiding here?" Cisca put on a brave face, " I was searching for flower buds to plant." Stiles looked her dead in the eye, " Maids are not allowed to plant flowers." He implied that she was lying without saying it in actual words. " Maybe I want to plant it for the queen." She lied. Stiles' intense gaze fell on hers, " Cut the bullshit. You are pregnant." He said with wonder as if he just discovered a new phenomenon. " No." The words died on her lips at his sharp gaze.

He worked me open with dirty, precise strokes, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit until my thighs started to tremble. “Daniel—please—” “Please what?” He pulled his fingers out, shiny in the low light, and shoved the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already flushed and wet. It looked even bigger up close, the kind of cock that would stretch me until it hurt in the best way. Veined. Long enough that I knew it would hit places no one else ever had. He wrapped a fist around it and dragged the head through my folds, coating himself in me. “You want this?”

“Rule Two: No touching. No holding hands. No grazing shoulders in elevators. If anyone sees us, we keep our distance.” He nodded. “Fine.” “And Rule Three…” She hesitated, then looked him dead in the eyes. “No feelings.” There was a flicker in Damon’s expression. “None?” “None.” “Do you think one of us would…?” “I think people who spend too much time pretending sometimes forget it’s pretend.” He didn’t respond at first. Then, slowly: “Rule Three. Noted.” The air between them tightened. This was supposed to be a lie. A performance. But suddenly, it had real stakes, real weight.

The conversation flowed like the vintage port they had been savouring—rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating. Believing their shared physical and emotional intimacy was an iron-clad sign of eternal loyalty and indiscretion, Lloyd felt compelled to reveal a few last, valuable fragments of information. It was the crucial, tactical data one shares only with a trusted confidante. He leaned in, his breath scented with the port, and spoke in hushed tones about a key local contact—a man named Gagan, a seemingly innocuous clerk who managed the most sensitive land papers in the district. “He’s the key, darling,” Lloyd murmured. “He can make the right documents appear or disappear. He’s my insurance pol

“And there are additional financial penalties written into the contract. Enough to make it very difficult to fight this legally.” I felt a throbbing pain in my chest. “I didn’t even know…” My voice broke. “I didn’t know I signed that away.” “You trusted the process,” he said quietly. I laughed, but it came out hollow. “I trusted the wrong people.” “I’m trapped.” The words fell out before I could stop them. “I’m trapped in this house. With them. For three months.” “I’m looking for loopholes,” James said. “There may be provisions we can use, ways to challenge it.”

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.