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Chapter 4: The Kindergarten Trap
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Everything moved in slow motion. The playground was filled with laughter, the distant hum of children’s voices mixing with the warm afternoon air. The scent of fresh grass, chalk dust, and sun-heated wood drifted lazily across the schoolyard. Harley's tiny giggle rang out as she clutched her stuffed bunny, her small feet kicking idly beneath the low swings. Her teacher stood nearby, chatting with another staff member, unaware of the shadow slipping through the fence. Eric was watching from a distance, arms crossed, his presence always lingering at the edge of his daughter’s world. Protective. Watchful. Then— A dark figure lunged. The glint of a knife flashed under the sun. Aimed straight for Harley. Eric's vision tunneled. His wolf roared, every instinct in him snapping to attention, adrenaline crashing through his veins. His muscles tensed, his body already moving— But Annie was faster. Before Harley could even gasp, before the attacker could make contact, Annie was there.
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Rain slicked the roads leading out of the Stonehenge Pack, soft drizzles tapering into mist as evening sank its teeth into the land. Inside the dim-lit office of the makeshift CIA outpost, Jaime Macaulay sat hunched over an old dossier, a half-drunk cup of coffee cooling beside his elbow. The window beside him was cracked open, letting in the scent of wet earth and pine needles. It was the kind of stillness that bred focus. And obsession. The file in front of him bore a single name: Lady Lilly. He rubbed his temples, staring at the black-and-white photo clipped to the corner. Grainy, almost useless, but he couldn’t stop looking at it. A shadow frozen mid-leap. Legs extended. Knife in hand. The only picture that had ever surfaced, snapped from a hidden surveillance cam fourteen years ago during her first known appearance. "A teenager," Jaime muttered under his breath, the words bitter in his mouth. The informant's voice echoed in his mind, calm but convinced. “She wasn’t an adult.
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The morning after the kindergarten incident arrived with the scent of rain on dry earth. It hadn't rained, but the clouds were low, and the air felt damp—like the world was holding its breath. Inside the Bleu estate, everything looked normal. Too normal. Annie moved around the kitchen in her usual rhythm. Whisk, pour, flip. Harley sat on the marble counter beside her, chattering about drawings and snack time, completely oblivious to the danger that had brushed so close to her small frame just yesterday. Eric stood by the doorway, his arms crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing toned forearms dusted with the barest hint of hair. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Annie could feel his gaze on her like a weight. A heartbeat louder than usual. She could hear it. Hear him inhale when she bent slightly to reach for the strawberries. Smell the faint shift in his scent—curiosity, interest, maybe something else too. Something heavier. “Coffee?” she asked ligh
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The house was too quiet.Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft amber glow over the landscape. A faint breeze slipped through the open windows of Eric's estate, carrying the scent of night jasmine and pine, but Annie barely noticed. She stood at the kitchen sink, staring out over the yard where Harley's toys were still scattered from earlier that afternoon. Her fingers were damp with soapy water, but her mind wasn't on the dishes.Her heartbeat had yet to settle. Hours had passed since she'd slipped into Eric's dungeon and erased the man who had dared to threaten Harley. The scent of blood still lingered in her mind. She’d cleaned herself thoroughly, masked every trace, but her wolf remained restless, pacing behind her eyes."We did what had to be done," she reminded herself under her breath."You did it too clean," her wolf murmured back. "No scent. No print. You’re getting sloppy—you're getting emotional."The sound of footsteps down the hall made her stiffen.
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The scent of warm bread and melting chocolate curled through the air, thick and comforting. The quiet hum of the oven, the faint hiss of the espresso machine—it all blended into a rhythmic background, lulling customers into soft murmurs and content sighs. Eric Bleu barely noticed. His sharp gaze swept across the bakery, not in appreciation of its cozy charm, but with the focus of a man on a mission. He needed someone to play Harley’s mother. And fast. Not just for the kindergarten event—though that was the immediate problem. No, this was about something deeper. Harley had never voiced it before, but he saw it now, written in the way she held herself, the quiet longing in her gaze when she saw other children with their mothers. She was too much like him. Too strong for her own good. And that terrified him. “Papa, I want that one.” Eric followed her gaze. His body tensed. The woman behind the counter moved with quiet efficiency, fingers working swiftly as she sea
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The bakery stil smelled like warm sugar and cinnamon, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread. Annie still stood behind the counter, arms folded, her lips pressed into a tight line. Across from her, Eric Bleu remained still, his presence impossible to ignore. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows on his chiseled face, but his eyes—intense and unwavering—never left hers. He didn't care if he was holding up the line of customers behind him. Eric Bleu isn't someone to give up easily. He steady his feet while maintaining eye contact with his prey. Harley, oblivious to the tension between them, sat on the counter with her small feet swinging, completely absorbed in the bag of cookies Yumi had given her. She hummed softly as she took another bite, crumbs dusting her tiny fingers. Annie exhaled slowly. This is insane. But she had already made up her mind. “I’ll do it,” she said, her voice steady. “But I have rules.” Eric raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Rules?”
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Annie stood at the entrance of Eric’s mansion—if she could even call it that. The place was ridiculous. Gated entrance, a long, winding driveway, and the kind of architectural perfection that only billionaires could afford. The moment she stepped inside, the air changed. The scent of expensive leather, polished wood, and faint cologne wrapped around her. A chandelier big enough to drown her in diamonds hung from the high ceiling. The floors gleamed under the warm lighting, and everything—from the minimalist furniture to the enormous windows overlooking the estate—screamed wealth. She didn’t belong here. This was too much. Harley, however, seemed completely at home. The little girl ran down the hallway, already chattering about showing Annie her room. Annie adjusted the strap of her bag and sighed. Only a few days. Play the role and get out. Eric watched her closely, leaning against the staircase railing. His wolf instincts hummed beneath his skin. She was tense, stiff, too awa
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The Billionaire Undercover Wife Chapter 8: Wild things in the kitchen
The house was too quiet.Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft amber glow over the landscape. A faint breeze slipped through the open windows of Eric's estate, carrying the scent of night jasmine and pine, but Annie barely noticed. She stood at the kitchen sink, staring out over the yard where Harley's toys were still scattered from earlier that afternoon. Her fingers were damp with soapy water, but her mind wasn't on the dishes.Her heartbeat had yet to settle. Hours had passed since she'd slipped into Eric's dungeon and erased the man who had dared to threaten Harley. The scent of blood still lingered in her mind. She’d cleaned herself thoroughly, masked every trace, but her wolf remained restless, pacing behind her eyes."We did what had to be done," she reminded herself under her breath."You did it too clean," her wolf murmured back. "No scent. No print. You’re getting sloppy—you're getting emotional."The sound of footsteps down the hall made her stiffen.
The Billionaire Undercover Wife Chapter 7: Shadows Beneath the Surface
The morning after the kindergarten incident arrived with the scent of rain on dry earth. It hadn't rained, but the clouds were low, and the air felt damp—like the world was holding its breath. Inside the Bleu estate, everything looked normal. Too normal. Annie moved around the kitchen in her usual rhythm. Whisk, pour, flip. Harley sat on the marble counter beside her, chattering about drawings and snack time, completely oblivious to the danger that had brushed so close to her small frame just yesterday. Eric stood by the doorway, his arms crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing toned forearms dusted with the barest hint of hair. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Annie could feel his gaze on her like a weight. A heartbeat louder than usual. She could hear it. Hear him inhale when she bent slightly to reach for the strawberries. Smell the faint shift in his scent—curiosity, interest, maybe something else too. Something heavier. “Coffee?” she asked ligh
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Rain slicked the roads leading out of the Stonehenge Pack, soft drizzles tapering into mist as evening sank its teeth into the land. Inside the dim-lit office of the makeshift CIA outpost, Jaime Macaulay sat hunched over an old dossier, a half-drunk cup of coffee cooling beside his elbow. The window beside him was cracked open, letting in the scent of wet earth and pine needles. It was the kind of stillness that bred focus. And obsession. The file in front of him bore a single name: Lady Lilly. He rubbed his temples, staring at the black-and-white photo clipped to the corner. Grainy, almost useless, but he couldn’t stop looking at it. A shadow frozen mid-leap. Legs extended. Knife in hand. The only picture that had ever surfaced, snapped from a hidden surveillance cam fourteen years ago during her first known appearance. "A teenager," Jaime muttered under his breath, the words bitter in his mouth. The informant's voice echoed in his mind, calm but convinced. “She wasn’t an adult.
The Billionaire Undercover Wife Chapter 5: The Assassin’s Reflex
Everything moved in slow motion. The playground was filled with laughter, the distant hum of children’s voices mixing with the warm afternoon air. The scent of fresh grass, chalk dust, and sun-heated wood drifted lazily across the schoolyard. Harley's tiny giggle rang out as she clutched her stuffed bunny, her small feet kicking idly beneath the low swings. Her teacher stood nearby, chatting with another staff member, unaware of the shadow slipping through the fence. Eric was watching from a distance, arms crossed, his presence always lingering at the edge of his daughter’s world. Protective. Watchful. Then— A dark figure lunged. The glint of a knife flashed under the sun. Aimed straight for Harley. Eric's vision tunneled. His wolf roared, every instinct in him snapping to attention, adrenaline crashing through his veins. His muscles tensed, his body already moving— But Annie was faster. Before Harley could even gasp, before the attacker could make contact, Annie was there.
The Billionaire Undercover Wife Chapter 4: The Kindergarten Trap
The kindergarten parking lot buzzed with activity. Luxury cars gleamed under the sun, their polished surfaces reflecting the swarm of well-dressed parents making their way inside. But none commanded attention like Eric Bleu and Annie Macaulay. Eric exuded effortless power in a tailored black suit, his broad shoulders cutting a commanding figure. His sharp golden eyes scanned the area, instinctively assessing threats. But the real distraction wasn’t potential danger. It was her. Annie stepped out of the car in a scarlet dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The deep neckline barely contained the soft swell of her breasts, and when she moved, the slit in her dress gave a sinful glimpse of toned thighs. A low growl rumbled in Eric's chest before he could stop it. His wolf stirred. Mine. Eric forced his jaw to unclench. No. Not mine. Harley tugged at Annie's hand excitedly. “Come on, Mommy! We gotta go!” Mommy. Annie felt a pang in her chest. She wasn’t used to that
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Annie stood at the entrance of Eric’s mansion—if she could even call it that. The place was ridiculous. Gated entrance, a long, winding driveway, and the kind of architectural perfection that only billionaires could afford. The moment she stepped inside, the air changed. The scent of expensive leather, polished wood, and faint cologne wrapped around her. A chandelier big enough to drown her in diamonds hung from the high ceiling. The floors gleamed under the warm lighting, and everything—from the minimalist furniture to the enormous windows overlooking the estate—screamed wealth. She didn’t belong here. This was too much. Harley, however, seemed completely at home. The little girl ran down the hallway, already chattering about showing Annie her room. Annie adjusted the strap of her bag and sighed. Only a few days. Play the role and get out. Eric watched her closely, leaning against the staircase railing. His wolf instincts hummed beneath his skin. She was tense, stiff, too awa
The Billionaire Undercover Wife Chapter 2: The Fake Wife Agreement
The bakery stil smelled like warm sugar and cinnamon, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread. Annie still stood behind the counter, arms folded, her lips pressed into a tight line. Across from her, Eric Bleu remained still, his presence impossible to ignore. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows on his chiseled face, but his eyes—intense and unwavering—never left hers. He didn't care if he was holding up the line of customers behind him. Eric Bleu isn't someone to give up easily. He steady his feet while maintaining eye contact with his prey. Harley, oblivious to the tension between them, sat on the counter with her small feet swinging, completely absorbed in the bag of cookies Yumi had given her. She hummed softly as she took another bite, crumbs dusting her tiny fingers. Annie exhaled slowly. This is insane. But she had already made up her mind. “I’ll do it,” she said, her voice steady. “But I have rules.” Eric raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Rules?”
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The scent of warm bread and melting chocolate curled through the air, thick and comforting. The quiet hum of the oven, the faint hiss of the espresso machine—it all blended into a rhythmic background, lulling customers into soft murmurs and content sighs. Eric Bleu barely noticed. His sharp gaze swept across the bakery, not in appreciation of its cozy charm, but with the focus of a man on a mission. He needed someone to play Harley’s mother. And fast. Not just for the kindergarten event—though that was the immediate problem. No, this was about something deeper. Harley had never voiced it before, but he saw it now, written in the way she held herself, the quiet longing in her gaze when she saw other children with their mothers. She was too much like him. Too strong for her own good. And that terrified him. “Papa, I want that one.” Eric followed her gaze. His body tensed. The woman behind the counter moved with quiet efficiency, fingers working swiftly as she sea
