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As soon as his grip slackened, I elbowed him in the gut and was off. I didn't get very far. His arms turned into a vice around my waist, and he thrust me against the hood of some sleek black car. I bucked against the cold metal and struggled. The boss wants to meet you," he said, cool as ever. Before I could retort, another voice cut through the chaos. "Let her go, Daymon." I froze. This voice wasn't calm; it was commanding, lethal. The kind of voice that would make one stop and listen.

"Look what the cat dragged in. The little street thug actually made it all the way to Italy. How incredibly cute." "Jaxx!" Elena finally found her voice, a raw, sobbing shriek that tore through the quiet afternoon air. She violently jerked her shoulder, trying to break his hold, her fingers scratching at his hands. "Jaxx, oh my God! Get up! Please get up!"

She heard about the interview and knew she would meet him in the office, but wanted to surprise him instead. As a little girl, she played around the company, With her Elder brother Andrea Hazel, who is currently the CEO. She was walking around the hall when she heard an unfamiliar sound coming from a particular corner. She knew that was where the designers were supposed to be, as she was curious to find out who was making that noise. She decided to check out what she heard as a child's voice, Gabriella was trying to calm Ray who was already hungry and restless. Ray has always been such a calm and quiet baby but he wasn't having any of it today.

he asked with his voice just above a whisper. I was a bit tongue-tied as I couldn't deny just how accurate his sense of smell had been. But I wasn't going to tell him about what was going on with my mother. “It’s none of your business,” I snapped at him. “You just can't come in here and just—” “Hello, Aiden…” a strange, soothing female voice suddenly interrupted our conversation. My eyes turned to see one of the prettiest beings I had ever seen. “Who the heck are you?”

With a mix of hesitance and curiosity, I answered. "Hello?" "Hi, it's Tony," came the calm voice from the other end, instantly recognizable despite the late hour. "I'm sorry for calling so late. I know it's inconsiderate to wake you." Tony's voice, always soothing and polite, contrasted sharply with the late-night intrusion. My mind raced, wondering how he had gotten my number. Thoughts of billionaires and their intricate networks flashed through my half-awake mind. Despite my confusion, I managed a soft reply, "It's fine, Tony. What's up?"

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

"You still owe me a kiss from last time! I'm not letting that slide. You have to make it up to me!" He acted all spoiled and flirty right in the middle of the departure lounge, drawing more than a few curious glances. I was cornered and had no choice but to turn his face gently and plant a kiss on his cheek. For once, the usually chatty Jamie was completely speechless. His face turned red. "Hmph! That's cheating." He looked so cute that I couldn't help but laugh, until, suddenly, we heard a loud thud nearby. In the commotion that followed, I saw Connor slowly getting up from the ground.

A very deep and breathtaking voice called out to me on the other end and immediately I knew it was Felix Bailey the powerful man. “Uhhh…..” I muttered

Elena’s fingers tightened around the stone railing until her knuckles bleached white. The night air, once a welcome relief, now felt thick and suffocating. She didn’t need to turn around to know who stood behind her. That voice—low, velvet-wrapped steel—had haunted her for years. Cassian Hale.

The battery had been full just minutes ago. A faint hiss broke the silence — static, faint, like an untuned radio. It was coming from somewhere above, through the speaker of the elevator intercom. “Hello?” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Is someone there?” No answer. Just that low, eerie hum. Then — a whisper. So soft, she almost thought it was in her head. “Lily…” She froze. The voice wasn’t Alex’s. It was low, distorted — masculine, but warped through static like it came from miles away.