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“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

asked the Kyle who wasn’t Kyle—the other person inside Kyle’s body. “I think we should go and look for other clues at the Blood Moon Pack. He might have sent someone back there to secure everything. If it’s not here, it must be somewhere else, and I’m sure it’s at the Blood Moon Pack.” Alea, who had been silent all this time, searching—or rather, examining the entire room and the scent of the clothes there—finally spoke up. “Damn it! He’s sleeping with another woman,” she muttered, clenching her fists.

Reese pushed afterwards. Great, I really needed that now. Were there still men anywhere who did not have a misogynous streak? I had had to do enough of all this nonsense to myself in the academy for the past two years. Didn't that have to end at some point? I actually thought I would live in an emancipated society. “The head of the Venator's Guild is a woman. She's even a master. ”I looked provocatively at Reese. "Does she know your misogynistic attitude?" His eyes narrowed a little. "Jilin knows many things about me." With these cryptic words, he turned back to Mr. Miehe. "Before I start looking for the Proles, I have one more question."

“I couldn’t trust you alone with my husband. Not after everything. Goodnight, Nelly.” She left, closing the door quietly behind her. Fury burned through me, what the fuck did she mean by that? The condescension in her voice, the way she still treated me like I was broken and untrustworthy… I mean yes, i sucked his dick but she wasn’t aware, her distrust t ignited something dangerous and reckless inside me. I waited for about an hour, counting down the seconds before carrying on with my plan. Claire had always been a heavy sleeper. Once she was out, she stayed out until morning. I crept down the hallway to their master bedroom, heart racing with risky excitement. I pushed the door open silent

She needed some time alone. Emma threw the beige duvet aside and gently rose from the bed, hands resting against the cold wall for support. The room was big, and the glass windows had silk curtains drawn off to the side. She walked over to the window, feet bare. The sunrise was stunning. As she stood there, her gaze remained fixed on nothing, in particular, just lost. Her mind started to fill up with different thoughts once again, and she didn't like it. Didn't like the memories she had or the images that were flashing before her eyes again and again. Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yester

And Monday had been like I’d started working at an entirely new Spa. Sure, I still had the occasional older client, but what Jessica had said had been true - my week looked like it had booked up with Trophy Wives and Club Daughters. Thankfully, I think, nothing untoward or explicit happened. There was some light flirting, but no one got as forward as Rachel Killian had, let alone Eden; the weirdest part of it all was that all of them were so nice to me. Everything I could remember about the Greenmeadow membership was that it was snooty, snotty and could be quite rude. But these women were downright ... pleasant. And I could think of only one reason - they were all, in the back of their minds

I sit behind his desk and think over all that has happened. I have so many questions. They found a dead body inside the club just before the firefighters went in to put out the fire. A woman was killed in the stampede leaving the building. Can you imagine? Then there was the fire. I don't know anything about how it started or who started it. It had to be arson. Couple that with the lights going out, and the doors being sabotaged...god, the ominous feeling I had this morning was spot on.

She whispers discreetly. "That a sick mother fucker was murdered in the East Wing of the club by one of the girls or that, they tossed his body in a drum and dumped him in the bin like trash?" I raise my brows at her, knowing that I am not being as discreet with the facts as I should. She gasps, clamping a hand over her mouth. "So it's true then?" She continues to stare at me with eyes larger than saucers. "Yes, August. It's true, all of it is true." I sigh, running a hand through my hair with frustration.