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I woke to a dull ache in my head, the soft golden light making my disorientation worse. Blinking, I tried to remember where I was. The last thing I recalled was... Alexander. His piercing blue eyes. His arms around me. And then—nothing. A soft knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I called out, my voice shaky. A maid entered with a tray of water and aspirin, setting it on the bedside table without a word. I didn’t ask any questions, still trying to piece together what had happened. After she left, I swung my legs off the bed, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. My foot throbbed from the shoes, adding to the confusion. “What happened?” I whispered to myself, my heart racing. “I don’t remember anything after dinner.” Running a hand through my hair, I tried to recall how I ended up here. The last clear memory was Alexander carrying me, his arms steady as my body trembled.- - - Back in alex study, Alexander sighed, running a hand through his alre
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"Don't wander off. I’ll meet you in an hour," Alexander said as he handed Vee his sleek black card, his tone clipped. His icy-blue eyes flicked to Dysis briefly, softening for a fraction of a second. "Get what you need. Vee, stay with her."Dysis hesitated, the weight of his gaze making her stomach churn. “Are you not coming with us?”“I have something to take care of,” he replied, his voice firm. Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode toward the parking lot, his tailored coat billowing behind him.“Come on,” Vee said, her tone softening as she tugged Dysis toward the glass doors of the luxury mall. “Let’s get those shoes sorted out.”The mall was bustling, its opulent atmosphere overwhelming. Chandeliers sparkled above them, and polished marble floors reflected the designer stores on every corner. Dysis felt out of place in her worn sneakers and simple dress, but Vee’s confident stride gave her the courage to follow.---Inside a boutique with walls lined in expensive
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The Levi mansion loomed with an oppressive silence, its grandeur overshadowed by secrets. Alexander sat at his desk, his expression a mask of calm, as John handed him the report.Thomas Salmon was dead. The cause of his demise was murky.Leaning back in his chair, Alexander’s icy-blue eyes narrowed. Dysis didn’t need to know. The man who had sold her like a commodity wasn’t worth mourning. But the thought of her learning the truth from someone else gnawed at him. It was a small fear he’d never admit, but he couldn’t push it aside.“Dispose of this,” Alexander said flatly, pushing the report toward John.John hesitated, glancing at the file before meeting his gaze. “Sir, if Max Carter is involved—”“For now, this stays between us,” Alexander cut him off, his voice hard.John nodded, the tension in the air palpable as he left. Alexander remained, alone with his thoughts. For the first time in a long while, his mind was consumed with guilt, an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling.**Dysis h
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Dysis reclined in the chair, her fingers gliding along the spine of the book on her lap. The words merged into one, her thoughts wandering as she attempted to concentrate on the tale, yet Sofie’s voice resonated in her head, unyielding.“Know your place, slave.” The phrase lingered like a poisonous whisper, each repetition a cruel reminder of the tension between her and Sofie. Dysis clenched her jaw, forcing herself to push the memory aside. She had to stop thinking about it, stop letting it consume her. Sofie's presence merely reinforced the power dynamic she could never evade in this world. She turned the page of the book, but the words didn’t sink in. Instead, her thoughts surged, attempting to understand all that had transpired—the increasing unease she experienced in Sofie’s presence, the instances when Alexander’s focus appeared to waver, and the oppressive burden of an unexpressed tension among them. “What type of connection do Alex and Sofie share, anyway?” she whispered t
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Alexander strode past John, his footsteps echoing sharply through the marble corridors of the Levi mansion. The tension in the air was suffocating, every member of his household aware of the storm that had descended.Entering his office, he found Milo waiting, a laptop open on the desk and surveillance feeds streaming across the screen. Milo stood as Alexander entered, his expression grim.“What have you found?” Alexander demanded, his tone cold and impatient.Milo adjusted his glasses and turned the laptop toward Alexander. “We traced Vee and Dysis to the edge of Ravenhold, near the industrial district. The car disappeared into one of the tunnels, and we lost the signal. It’s a dead zone—no cameras, no tracking.”Alexander leaned over the desk, his icy-blue eyes scanning the footage. His jaw tightened as he replayed the moment Vee and Dysis vanished.“What about the men at the perimeter?” he asked.“They saw nothing,” Milo replied. “Whoever orchestrated this planned it carefully. No
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