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XV : The Art of Control
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Last Updated : 2025-02-05Stealing My Sister's Fiancee XVIII : Silence Speaks
And in between all that busyness, another thing also happened: I didn't see Aaric.For several days, there were no messages, no calls, no sign of him.I asked Megan when we were on our way back to the apartment. "Do you think Aaric... just left it all to me?" I asked, joking with her.Megan closed her laptop and glanced at me. "I think, for now, he's letting you breathe. And also, he must be busy in New York. You know, big business, giant corporations, a world he has to control."I nodded slowly. If Aaric was busy, I had the space to go through all of this without his shadow following me around.And I was relieved.For the first time since Aaric reappeared, I felt like I had control over something. Or at least, that's what I thought.My phone vibrated beside me, breaking the silence. I grabbed it and looked at the name that appeared on the screen. Samuel.I answered immediately. "Sam?""I have something," he said directly, without preamble.I straightened up. "What is it?"Samuel cou
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Stealing My Sister's Fiancee XIX : Too Familiar, Too Close
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My heart beating fast, my breathing getting heavy.No, I won't.I will not stay here.I looked at Aaric, who was still standing calmly as if he knew I would take all this for granted. He was dead wrong.Without thinking, I turned around and started running towards the highway. My feet quickly hit the small cobblestone street, the coastal wind hitting my face, and my hair flew wildly. The highway was a bit far from here, but if I could be fast enough, I could call Megan or Ashley to pick me up.I heard footsteps behind me.Of course.I bit my lip, dashing even though my heels were stinging the skin on my feet. I knew Aaric. He wouldn't let anything get out of his control, and I had just done the thing he disliked the most. Defying him.His footsteps were getting closer.I had almost reached the end of this private road when something strong gripped my waist. I let out a small cry, my body lifted off the ground in an instant. "Let go of me!"He didn't answer.Within seconds, I was slung
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXV - Better Than Cashmere
The morning came slowly.Sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, brushing against my skin like warm fingers that weren’t quite ready to wake me up. The air in the room was still cold, but something kept me from moving.An arm around my waist. Heavy. Warm. Familiar.Aaric.Once again, he was holding me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling. Like my body was the anchor that kept him alive.I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Almost seven. Still enough time before I had to get ready for the shoot. But my body didn’t want to move. Not yet.I thought I’d have trouble sleeping after last night—after the blood, the gunshots, and seeing the true face of Aaric’s world. But instead, I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.And that... was a problem.I took a deep breath and slowly peeled myself out of Aaric’s embrace. It wasn’t easy. He mumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake up. His arm dropped onto the bed as I got u
