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“There’s a live video. And it’s gone viral, sir. From the club down the road.” My blood ran cold—the Obsidian Club. A notorious, chaotic, low-cost club favored by the city’s… wild youth. Delilah was there. And there was a live video. A knot of uneasiness tightened in my gut. “Send it to me,” I ordered, and hung up. Minutes later, my phone lit up with a message from him. I clicked the link and waited for the video to load. The screen brightened, and there she was — Delilah, standing on a club stage, a shot glass in hand, screaming over the now-silent crowd.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

And it spread. Through cities, through islands, through every place touched by the storm, the message moved. “They’re here.” “Heaven has sent them.” “Pray.” Screens lit up across the country. News channels broke into live coverage, cameras focused on the storm, on the ocean, on the two figures standing above it. Millions watched. Many prayed. Above the sea, Kaelith glanced downward, his expression shifting slightly. “They’re staring.” Aurelian remained still. “They are witnessing.”

"Mr. Hayes has approved an additional structural expansion budget for Cole PR. The funds have already been cleared. Furthermore, he expects you to attend the annual Horizon Gala next weekend alone. He will join you digitally via a pre-recorded statement for the investors, but your presence is required to maintain the narrative of your active involvement in his philanthropic sectors." ​Vennessa looked down at the documents. More money. More contracts. More gilded cages. He was trying to buy his way out of the vulnerability he had shown her. He was trying to push her back into her box as a paid asset. ​"Tell him I received the terms," Vennessa said softly, her fingers tightening around the edg

However, he seemed to get the hint and started talking about watches instead, no longer mentioning his sponsor. After he left, the workshop was plunged into silence once more. Picking up my tweezers, I plucked a gear that was smaller than a grain of rice and continued to fix the watch I was working on. That weekend, Steven sent me a message, inviting me to listen to Vivaldi's Four Seasons together. Looking at the clear, blue sky outside the window, I replied, "Sure."

Elena's POV I stirred in my sleep and felt something very soft under me. It felt like I am sleeping on clouds, so soft and comfortable. I don't want to wake up. I snuggled more into the clouds to feel heaven. But then I realized that I am not into heaven but in hell. I opened my eyes to see the devil sitting on the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. His expressions were neutral and his eyes were unreadable as always. He was looking at nothing in particular. It seems like he is planning the murder of someone.

It seemed as if every woman connected with Heaven Hill knew what that felt like. "If you could call Ashley for me," she started, mentioning the doctor that worked with the club, "I've got a woman I think needs some medical attention. She refuses to go to the hospital, and I don't like the way her arm looks. I think she's getting an infection. We can treat a lot of things there, but we don't have access to antibiotics. I would really appreciate it." Liam grabbed his phone out of his pocket and was already making the phone call.

Happy that she’d justified her actions to herself, and not willing to pay attention to the buzz of something in her blood when she heard the strains of her favorite blues CD coming from the sound system, she found it soothing rather than scary. “I hope you don’t mind?” Cassandra looked over to where Sébastien was bent down at the system, the material of his trousers and shirt straining over taut, hard muscles in his thighs and back. She shook her head, her mouth feeling very dry.

He just stood there, listening. “I thought I had everything in my hands, that I could do anything. But I was wrong, brother, and, for the first time since forever, I can’t see straight. I thought of closing the New York branch and selling ‘Silver Spur Ranch’ and with the little money that I’ll put together, to cover the losses. I want the European market; I want it functional. It was and continues to be Dad's favorite project,” he sighed and shrugged. “I need to do something.” “Billy, you always were Superman in here! But this time, you don't have to do it alone!” Shawn told him. “We must bring together the magic of the ‘Grayson Trio’. Together, we must take stock of the situation, and only

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