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XXVII : A Dance of Power
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I stood in front of the large mirror in my room, staring at my reflection.The black midi dress wraps around my body perfectly simple, elegant, and not overdone. The cut is classic, not too tight, not too loose, and stops just below the knee. I chose something that wouldn't draw too much attention, not giving Aaric the chance to think that I was really trying for him.Because I wasn't.My hands skillfully applied natural makeup, thin foundation, a slight blush on the cheeks, mascara to emphasize the eyes, and nude lipstick that wasn't too flashy. I didn't want to look like someone who wanted to impress the man. I just wanted to get this over with and get back to my life.I gave my long, thick, dark brown hair a natural wave and left it down. No extra effort, no exaggerated style. Just me, as usual.Just as I checked the final result, there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore my heart beating a little faster than it should."I won't wait all night," Aaric's
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I was just about to take a distance when something warm wrapped around my waist.My body stiffened instantly.Aaric's arm.His fingers gripped the sides of my waist firmly, not roughly, but firmly enough to ensure I had nowhere to go. His touch created an unwanted warmth, burning my skin even through the fabric of my black dress.I jerked around to face him, but he strolled on like nothing was out of place."What are you doing?" I hissed."Smile, Princess." He ignored me, refusing to even glance my way. "And don't bother trying to pull away. Let's not cause a scene tonight."I swallowed and made no move to get away from him. It wasn't that I obeyed him, I just knew it was useless to fight in this place. The two large men at the door stared at us blankly, but I could feel their assessing gazes from behind their sunglasses.Fighting the urge to turn back, I stepped forward. Aaric's arm remained around my waist, his fingers occasionally moving slightly.We passed the two guards, who imme
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A high ceiling with a sparkling crystal chandelier greeted us as Alejandro opened the large door at the end of the room. My steps halted for a moment, my eyes sweeping across the room.The walls were covered in dark wood paneling with detailed carvings that were far too lavish for a place like this. The ceiling was adorned with a low-hanging chandelier, its light reflecting off a long table in the center of the room.Seated around the table, men and women lounged in casual ease, yet there was something calculated in their stillness. I swallowed. A few of them turned to watch us enter, their eyes lingering. Unease coiled in my stomach."Please," Alejandro raised one hand, gesturing for us to enter.I stood in the doorway while Aaric stepped inside first, still gently gripping me around the waist."What is this?" I whispered.Aaric glanced at me, his lips curving in a faint smile. "Dinner."I looked up, giving him a sharp look. "Dinner?"Aaric just shrugged like this wasn't something st
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The sound of clinking spoons and forks around the table continued, but it seemed to grow more and more distant, muffled by the sound of my own heartbeat echoing inside my head. I could feel Aaric's gaze on the side of my face, piercing and waiting."Princess." His voice was calm and low, but there was something behind it that made the air in my lungs feel heavier.I didn't turn my head, keeping my eyes on my still-intact plate."Don't make me repeat it," he continued, quieter, more subtle, even more threatening than before.I swallowed, my jaw clenching tightly. I reached for the fork beside my plate, poking the tip into the perfectly cut piece of steak. I brought the piece of meat to my mouth with slightly trembling hands.Aaric remained silent by my side, but his presence was too great to ignore.As soon as the piece of steak passed my lips and touched my tongue, I immediately realized something.This food was... amazing.The meat was tender, almost melting in my mouth. The sauce w
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I don't know how long I sat still.My hands felt numb, and my blood rushed so fast that my ears rang. The world around me became a blur. The sound of clinking glasses, the subtle whispers among the guests, the sound of shifting chairs. Everything felt distant like I were trapped in an empty space in my own head.But one thing remained clear.That blood.Its deep red colour, mixed with the dim light of the room and the scent that slipped into my nose, created a sensation that was all too real.My fingers gripped the dress in my lap, trying to control my increasingly ragged breathing. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the nausea that hit me.I have to leave. I had to get out of here.But my body was still frozen.“Are you alright, Princess?”Aaric's voice broke my reverie.I turned my head, and there he was.Aaric, still standing in the same spot. His face held an unsettling calm, like he'd merely knocked over a glass of wine instead of ending a life. His hazel eyes locked onto min
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The small café on the corner is still the same as when I came here.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the fragrance of toast and cinnamon creates a warm and soothing atmosphere. The sound of the espresso machine buzzed in the background, occasionally punctuated by the laughter of customers enjoying their lunch.I sat at a table by the window, playing with my spoon on the plate as I gazed out. Outside, the Los Angeles sun was shining brightly, illuminating the streets filled with people in their own busy lives.Samuel finally arrived, wearing a grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He still looked the same as the last time I saw him. His hair was slightly dishevelled, like he didn't really care. His expression was relaxed, but a sharp look in his eyes showed that his mind never really rested.As his eyes met mine, he grinned. "You look better than the last time we met."I sighed, leaning my back against the chair. "You're only saying that because I no longer look li
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVI : Half a Heart, Fully Sketched
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVII — Too Close for Pretend
The coastal night air greeted me as the front door clicked shut behind me. My shoes tapped wearily against the wooden floor, and a moment later, I saw him.Aaric.Standing on the second-floor balcony, leaning against the glass railing, his silhouette tall and still under the soft, dim glow of the outdoor lights.The ocean stretched out behind him. Dark and calm. A stark contrast to the chaos inside my head.He didn’t say anything.But he looked at me.That look... deep, unhurried, like he was trying to etch the image of me into his memory.For a second, I wanted to go to him. Ask how he was after nearly dying last night. Make sure he wasn’t carrying any invisible wounds.But I didn’t move.Because I knew: the moment I made room for emotion, none of this would be about the deal anymore.Our arrangement was clear. I came to him when my reputation was in ruins, and he—with all his power and toxic influence—offered help. A house. Protection. Career support. In return, I had to stay here.
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVI : You Look Better in Heartbreak Lighting
After an hour-long break, I was back on set. My hair was still slightly damp from the setting spray Amira had used, and my skin felt a little sticky from the fake tears that had been washed off and reapplied. But inside me, Helena’s pulse was still lingering.The shooting space was different this time—brighter, more open. We were on the dining room set. The next scene showed Helena finally coming home after disappearing for a few days, trying to act “normal” even though her world had just fallen apart.Daniel was already in his seat, wearing a soft cream sweater, his hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed. He was reading the script, marking up a few lines with a pencil, occasionally scribbling notes on facial expressions.I sat across the table and grabbed the hot coffee waiting for me. As I took a sip, I stared at the set in front of us: a long wooden table, two tea cups, and a vase of slightly wilted flowers. The props were perfect—just understated enough. Like Helena’s relat
