LOGIN[Michael]My chest hurts like I've been slammed into by a truck, my body left scattered on the side of the road. Maybe that's what happened to me. I smell bad enough. But there's carpet underneath my hands. and the scent of my urine is mixed with that of cobwebs and old dust. And my wrists burn. Did somebody hogtie me?"Ouch, fuck!" My head slams into a piece of solid wood as I wiggle, trying to get either my hands or legs free. With a hard kick, I manage to snap whatever the hell was used to bind my feet, loosening up my arms enough to free myself the rest of the way. Standing, I look around to see a large, dark room. An office. Oh that's right--Addison was here. I found my wife parading around in that sweet little maid costume, flashing her legs and half her ass to the world while searching Debrassy's house. What could she be looking for? Is it something for CCRP Law Group? But Debrassy is their biggest client. Everyone knows it’s practically his personal team of lawyers who som
[Evelyn]The scene keeps replaying in my head. I’m standing backstage, looking out at the crowd and glowing lights. Debrassy, that bastard, is glowing like a gem and standing next to him is that bitch, Miss Bluebird, the girl he’s worked so hard to keep away from me, but who is always around, her essence lingering, smelling like spring apricots.Before this, we were never allowed to meet. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, that we were never in the same place at the same time. This whole time I thought she was the other woman, but it turns out that was always me. Even when she was just a child, he had planned to shape her, to groom her, to cut her rough edges and present her as a sparkling gem on his hand. Jessica Johnson Debrassy is his wife, his treasure, the mother of his heir–I’m nothing more than the rag he used to keep her clean. And our children together, our two sons, are nothing more than bastards bearing another man’s last name. One day, when our son is old enough to
[Katelyn]Our signals have been quiet all evening and it's making me insane. It shouldn't be quiet, ever. But it has been two hours since the party started and we haven't heard a single confirmation. By now we should have heard something back from our operatives, but even BLACK EAGLE seems to have gone silent. Something is blocking the signals from Debrassy’s manor. It’s probably Jessica. I wish I had seen through her sooner before bringing her into Rose Thorn as an associate programmer and my protege. She had so much potential, so much shrewd intelligence. She was Hunter’s ward, his adopted daughter. I thought we could trust her. When we found the evidence of her betrayal, saw the signs on the wall that she’s been playing both sides the entire time, it was like having my heart cut from my chest and burned. Over the years, I had started to trust her more and more, and I don’t trust easily. Now, other than Reggie, Hunter, and Ace, I’m not sure who I can trust in my organization or in
[Adam]Evelyn, also known as Arrowheart, is standing backstage looking at Debrassy’s show as I stride off stage to give the boss and his lady space to shine. The poor woman looks like he gut punched her, which I can totally get. Her whole world just crumbled to dust at her feet. How many years has she been with the boss? Seven? Diest frau ist dumm! Personally, I can’t stand looking at the minx, and I think what she’s dealing with now is karma. She came into town, destroyed some poor man’s life and then blew through all of his heiress wife’s money faster than you could say “charge my card.” She says it was all for a cover, but I know it’s because she enjoys the chase and the kill as much as I do. We’ve worked on and off for years now. I’ve never liked how she steamrollers over everyone like her opinions are the only ones that matter. It’s her own stupid arrogance that put her in this position. She should have never fallen in love with Mr. D. She knew the relationship was transactiona
[Vanessa]The door closes behind me and I’m standing alone in a room that feels so out of time it's like I'm entering a time capsule, not an office. Stepping the rest of the way inside, I lock the door. Even though this room is hidden, that doesn’t mean someone couldn’t come back here at any moment. Even dressed as a maid I can’t think of a single good reason for me to be here without receiving specific orders to do so–it’s not like I’m dusting a parlor or sorting silverware in the kitchen. Nobody will believe that I simply took a wrong turn and somehow ended up in Mr. Debrassy’s secret antique office.Cautiously, I ease myself behind the old desk and chair. A maid wouldn’t be seated at the desk even if I were sent here to clean, but that doesn’t matter at this point. I’m here, I’m in, and it’s time to get the job done so I can get back to my family and get the hell out of here. In my pocket, I have a small device, no bigger than my thumb, that Lisa handed off to me along with the dr
[Mr. Debrassy]She is a masterpiece. The perfect woman, trained and molded to be my perfect wife. And now, after years of careful cultivation, she’s ready to take her place by my side. She was 14 when I started shaping her, and 16 when her womanhood ripened, when she took a chance at ruining her beauty just to get closer to my worst enemy. It was that evening, after Grant made her his ward, her face bandaged and broken, that I made her mine for the first time. She welcomed me eagerly, craving my embrace. These last 5 years she’s been the perfect mole. Her original mission had been to seduce Hunter, to take his fortune from him, to break him when he discovered that all of his heirs were actually mine. But then he found Vanessa Vandersteele. He thought I wouldn’t recognize her, and wouldn't find out the truth. He’s a fool. Hunter’s always underestimated me. I can’t wait to show him how much he was wrong. Especially now that his woman is pregnant. I plan on breaking him slowly as he wat







