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Julian didn’t do “traditional endings.” He rewrote them. The car slowed as it pulled into the grand entrance of the Imperial New Delhi. The building stood tall and elegant, glowing softly under the night sky. Familiar. Too familiar. Her father was inside. Recovering. Alive. Because of him. Because of this. Elena felt something twist quietly in her chest. The elevator ride to the top floor was silent. Julian didn’t speak. Neither did she. The air between them felt… different now. Not tense.

"If Julian finds out Ryder is alive, he will immediately break the Blood Pact! Julian will release the video of my father's murder, and Victor will retaliate with a massive war! Do you want to see Leon and Chloe grow up in the middle of a crossfire?! I am begging you, Roman... for the sake of my children, let the devil remain dead in Julian's eyes." Roman fell rigidly silent. His jaw clenched, but seeing my desperation as a mother, the man finally let out a heavy sigh and nodded slowly. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at our hotel penthouse in Vancouver. As soon as I stepped inside the luxurious suite, Julian, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up to welcome me. However, th

Vivienne rasped, her throat feeling like sandpaper. A pathetic little public clinic downtown, Cynthia said, a beautiful, cruel smile spreading across her lips. Julian did not want your miserable body ruining his corporate image, so he had his boys dump you here like common trash. The doctor here did not even ask for your real ID card. They just took a few hundred dollars of cash from Thomas and left you in this corner room. Where is Julian? Vivienne asked, struggling to sit up against the flat, hard mattress. He is at the corporate headquarters, of course, Cynthia scoffed, adjusting the massive diamond on her neck. He does not have time to watch a broken woman breathe, Vivienne. Especially n

Book 19 Emma sat entirely alone on the edge of the massive, silk-sheeted bed, the silence of the master suite pressing against her ears. Julian had gone down to his private study to handle an urgent matter for the Voss Group, leaving her to stew in the remnants of his unexpected confession. Her hands were still trembling, her mind drowning in a deep, suffocating pool of regret as she stared blankly at the glass terrace doors.

By five-fifteen, I was already walking back toward the runway. Matthew had laughed when I told him I was flying straight home instead of staying the night. “You know,” he'd said, “normal CEOs would celebrate closing a deal like this.” Maybe, but normal CEOs weren't in love. I needed to see my Peaches. Now the SUV sat quietly outside Yulia's apartment building, the engine humming softly beneath us. The entrance door opened. There she was. She hurried out, looking around with that adorable expression she wore whenever something caught her off guard.

’ If she had not seen through Lisa’s schemes and methods, Daisie would have been extremely disheartened at this moment. Juliana was dumbfounded and could not believe it. “H-How is it possible? She won’t lie to me.” “You choose to believe in her, and that’s your business. However, don’t come and point your finger at me because of the crap that she’s done. I, Daisie Vanderbilt, am not some pushover that you should trifle with.” Daisie pushed Juliana out of her way and left the scene without looking back. She returned to the dormitory and threw the book on the desk. The slam was so loud that Freyja was drawn out of the room. “What’s the matter?”

Ray’s POV After I left the bar, I wandered the streets of New Orleans for awhile. I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. Julia was my whole world. With a sigh, I headed back to the motel to get my car. I would drive home for now and regroup. You can’t escape me forever, sister. Julia’s POV I felt James watching me while I dressed, and I had to admit I liked it, a lot. We walked through the marsh until we came across some people standing around talking to each other.

She sat on the sofa and read a magazine waiting for James and Julia. It was midday when the plane from Croydon landed in Florida. James had taken Julia out of the house at gunpoint and threatened to have someone kill both, Peter and Jason, if she did not quietly come with him. She was terrified all through the flight while James listened to music. They went through the checkpoint and a car with one of the guards was waiting to pick them up. They sat in and drove off to the apartment. Julia sat quietly in the car wondering what was going to happen to her. They soon arrived at the apartment, which was so familiar to Julia. She recalled the first time she had found herself in this apartment, it

Dom I walked away from Freda’s room, my boots making no sound on the stone floor. I left the door open behind me. I wanted the cold air to hit her. I wanted that grey smoke to stay in her eyes until she couldn't deny the truth anymore. Yes, I knew about Julian's vasectomy. I had known all this while that those fertility excuses were not her fault. I didn't come here to meddle around. I came for business, and somehow the business had deeply involved her and everything surrounding her.

Finally, he whispered, “I didn’t think much of it back then, but now, thinking about it now, nothing makes sense.” My pulse jumped. “What do you mean, please, explain!” He leaned in, elbows braced on the cafeteria table, lowering his voice until it was almost drowned out by the hum of the vending machine nearby. “Recall that Julia and I lived in Old Greenfield after getting married. However, one day, she packed up and said she had a modeling gig in the Capital – she was just a struggling D-list model, however, things didn't go as planned, so she rushed back but didn't stay for long before leaving again.