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The mansion loomed like a fortress of secrets.Perched on the jagged cliffs of Harrow’s Point, the sprawling black estate rose from the mist like a myth come to life. Ivy snaked along its stone walls, iron gates towering high and unwelcoming. It was the kind of place that devoured sound. Even the wind, which should have howled across the gothic towers, seemed to hush itself as if afraid to disturb whatever slept inside.Aurora Quinn stepped out of the town car, her boots crunching against the gravel path. The cold bit through her jacket, but she stood tall, one hand clutched around the worn leather strap of her satchel. Her breath fogged in the crisp autumn air, though no sound escaped her lips.She never made a sound.The driver gave a nod and pulled away without ceremony. She preferred it that way.Before she could knock, the massive door creaked open. A tall woman with sharp features and an even sharper uniform appeared in the doorway. Her slate-gray attire was as severe as her exp
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Damien Thorne didn’t believe in softness.Not in life.Not in people.And definitely not in women.Softness, he’d learned, was a liability. It cracked open places that should have remained sealed—inviting pain, distraction, and the kind of vulnerability that could get a man killed in his world.But the moment she stepped into it—barefoot silence and unreadable eyes—Aurora Quinn unraveled him with a single glance.He didn’t even hear her footsteps anymore. She moved like smoke—graceful, silent, untouchable. That night, he watched her from the shadows of the upper hallway, arms folded over the railing. The dim sconces flickered against the long lines of her body as she bent to lift Ivy from the drawing-room rug, holding his daughter against her chest as though the world outside didn’t exist. Her lips brushed the child’s hair. No words. No voice. Just a stillness so deep it bordered on sacred.He’d hired her because no one else could handle Ivy.And because something about her applicatio
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The shadow moved. Aurora froze. Her breath stilled in her throat, heart thudding against her ribs like a warning drum. The pale blue nightlight Ivy insisted stay on painted everything in soft, flickering hues. And in the corner, just beyond the edge of the curtain— Movement. She didn’t reach for her notepad. She reached for the thin dagger she kept hidden beneath her pillow. It wasn’t paranoia if someone really was after you. She slipped from the bed silently, bare feet soundless on the hardwood. Her hand gripped the blade—not large, but enough to slit a throat if she had to. She stepped forward, muscles tense. The curtain fluttered. She yanked it back. Nothing. The window was cracked open, letting in a ribbon of cold wind. Outside, the cliffs slept beneath mist and stars. But no figure. No man. No monster. Not this time. Still, she didn’t feel relief. She felt watched. She turned slowly, eyes scanning every shadow. Every creak of the walls sounded amplified in her ears.
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The rules came in the morning.Typed. Clinical. Folded into thirds and delivered by a silent maid who did not meet her eyes.Aurora stood in the doorway of the guest wing, the cool marble beneath her bare feet. She unfolded the sheet with careful fingers, her breath steady, her face unreadable. The paper crackled as it opened, stark black ink pressed into thick white stock.HOUSE RULES — DAMIEN THORNE1.Do not enter the East Wing without permission.2.No staff may use the main pool after 9 p.m.3.You will not sleep in any room other than your own.4.No unsanctioned interaction with Mr. Thorne outside scheduled hours.5.You are to be invisible unless needed.6.No personal use of surveillance systems.7.Do not provoke.At the bottom, a final line was underlined in red ink, sharp and severe:There will be no exceptions.She stared at the words for a moment longer than necessary. Her lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. Then, with slow, deliberate care, she folded the
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The receiver clicked gently as she set it down, her face smooth as glass, but her breathing uneven. Damien stared at her—chest bare, skirt still hiked up from the desk, a fading bruise forming on her collarbone where he’d bitten too hard in his hunger. The silence between them stretched like a blade.“What was that?” His voice was low. Dangerous.Aurora didn’t flinch. She never flinched. Her fingers twitched in her lap, stilling only when he moved toward her again, shirt rumpled, belt hanging undone.He grabbed her wrist before she could sign.“Answer me.”Her eyes lifted—calm, distant, unreadable. Like they always were before she stripped him bare. But now there was something else. A shadow.He released her wrist slowly. She stood without a sound, smoothing her skirt, adjusting her blouse with methodical grace. Then she walked to the mirror above the fireplace, pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, and wrote in the dust on the mantle with the pad of her finger.Trust is earned. Not
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The storm came suddenly. One moment, the air was still, heavy with the weight of impending rain. The next, the sky cracked open, unleashing torrents of water against the windows. Aurora stood by the window, gazing out at the storm as it raged outside, her heart beating fast for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The power flickered for a moment before the house was plunged into darkness. The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks.She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.But that night,
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Aurora Quinn stood by the tall windows of Damien Thorne’s penthouse, her back to him, her hands nervously smoothing over the fabric of her black dress. The night air outside was cool, the skyline beyond filled with distant lights, but the heat in the room was overwhelming—thick and suffocating.There was something in the air tonight. She could feel it, a shift that neither of them had acknowledged yet, but was undeniable. It was in the way his eyes lingered on her more often than usual, in the subtle, heated touches that made her breath hitch. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, had sparked something within her, something dark and dangerous.Damien had been different with her lately—closer, more intense. His presence felt like a storm on the horizon, and she was caught in the eye of it. She could feel the pull of his magnetism even now, the weight of his gaze burning into her back as he stood behind her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.She didn’t need to turn aro
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Aurora sat across from Damien, the space between them heavy with an unspoken tension. The newspaper he had placed on the table in front of her lay open, its bold headline demanding her attention.“Local Heiress Found Dead: Investigation Points to Mafia Ties”The name beneath the headline made her pulse spike—Elizabeth Devereux. Her chest tightened, and a cold sweat prickled her skin as memories she’d buried deep resurfaced. It was her past. The one she had fought so hard to forget. The past that would never leave her, no matter how many years she tried to outrun it.Her fingers trembled on the edge of the table, but she quickly balled them into fists, desperately trying to control the flood of emotions threatening to consume her. Elizabeth had been more than a friend—she had been a sister in every sense, and now… now her death threatened to bring everything crashing down.Damien’s sharp eyes were fixed on her as the silence stretched on. She could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy
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Aurora Quinn stood by the tall windows of Damien Thorne’s penthouse, her back to him, her hands nervously smoothing over the fabric of her black dress. The night air outside was cool, the skyline beyond filled with distant lights, but the heat in the room was overwhelming—thick and suffocating.There was something in the air tonight. She could feel it, a shift that neither of them had acknowledged yet, but was undeniable. It was in the way his eyes lingered on her more often than usual, in the subtle, heated touches that made her breath hitch. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, had sparked something within her, something dark and dangerous.Damien had been different with her lately—closer, more intense. His presence felt like a storm on the horizon, and she was caught in the eye of it. She could feel the pull of his magnetism even now, the weight of his gaze burning into her back as he stood behind her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.She didn’t need to turn aro
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The storm came suddenly. One moment, the air was still, heavy with the weight of impending rain. The next, the sky cracked open, unleashing torrents of water against the windows. Aurora stood by the window, gazing out at the storm as it raged outside, her heart beating fast for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The power flickered for a moment before the house was plunged into darkness. The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks.She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.But that night,
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The receiver clicked gently as she set it down, her face smooth as glass, but her breathing uneven. Damien stared at her—chest bare, skirt still hiked up from the desk, a fading bruise forming on her collarbone where he’d bitten too hard in his hunger. The silence between them stretched like a blade.“What was that?” His voice was low. Dangerous.Aurora didn’t flinch. She never flinched. Her fingers twitched in her lap, stilling only when he moved toward her again, shirt rumpled, belt hanging undone.He grabbed her wrist before she could sign.“Answer me.”Her eyes lifted—calm, distant, unreadable. Like they always were before she stripped him bare. But now there was something else. A shadow.He released her wrist slowly. She stood without a sound, smoothing her skirt, adjusting her blouse with methodical grace. Then she walked to the mirror above the fireplace, pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, and wrote in the dust on the mantle with the pad of her finger.Trust is earned. Not
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The rules came in the morning.Typed. Clinical. Folded into thirds and delivered by a silent maid who did not meet her eyes.Aurora stood in the doorway of the guest wing, the cool marble beneath her bare feet. She unfolded the sheet with careful fingers, her breath steady, her face unreadable. The paper crackled as it opened, stark black ink pressed into thick white stock.HOUSE RULES — DAMIEN THORNE1.Do not enter the East Wing without permission.2.No staff may use the main pool after 9 p.m.3.You will not sleep in any room other than your own.4.No unsanctioned interaction with Mr. Thorne outside scheduled hours.5.You are to be invisible unless needed.6.No personal use of surveillance systems.7.Do not provoke.At the bottom, a final line was underlined in red ink, sharp and severe:There will be no exceptions.She stared at the words for a moment longer than necessary. Her lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. Then, with slow, deliberate care, she folded the
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The shadow moved. Aurora froze. Her breath stilled in her throat, heart thudding against her ribs like a warning drum. The pale blue nightlight Ivy insisted stay on painted everything in soft, flickering hues. And in the corner, just beyond the edge of the curtain— Movement. She didn’t reach for her notepad. She reached for the thin dagger she kept hidden beneath her pillow. It wasn’t paranoia if someone really was after you. She slipped from the bed silently, bare feet soundless on the hardwood. Her hand gripped the blade—not large, but enough to slit a throat if she had to. She stepped forward, muscles tense. The curtain fluttered. She yanked it back. Nothing. The window was cracked open, letting in a ribbon of cold wind. Outside, the cliffs slept beneath mist and stars. But no figure. No man. No monster. Not this time. Still, she didn’t feel relief. She felt watched. She turned slowly, eyes scanning every shadow. Every creak of the walls sounded amplified in her ears.
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Damien Thorne didn’t believe in softness.Not in life.Not in people.And definitely not in women.Softness, he’d learned, was a liability. It cracked open places that should have remained sealed—inviting pain, distraction, and the kind of vulnerability that could get a man killed in his world.But the moment she stepped into it—barefoot silence and unreadable eyes—Aurora Quinn unraveled him with a single glance.He didn’t even hear her footsteps anymore. She moved like smoke—graceful, silent, untouchable. That night, he watched her from the shadows of the upper hallway, arms folded over the railing. The dim sconces flickered against the long lines of her body as she bent to lift Ivy from the drawing-room rug, holding his daughter against her chest as though the world outside didn’t exist. Her lips brushed the child’s hair. No words. No voice. Just a stillness so deep it bordered on sacred.He’d hired her because no one else could handle Ivy.And because something about her applicatio
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The mansion loomed like a fortress of secrets.Perched on the jagged cliffs of Harrow’s Point, the sprawling black estate rose from the mist like a myth come to life. Ivy snaked along its stone walls, iron gates towering high and unwelcoming. It was the kind of place that devoured sound. Even the wind, which should have howled across the gothic towers, seemed to hush itself as if afraid to disturb whatever slept inside.Aurora Quinn stepped out of the town car, her boots crunching against the gravel path. The cold bit through her jacket, but she stood tall, one hand clutched around the worn leather strap of her satchel. Her breath fogged in the crisp autumn air, though no sound escaped her lips.She never made a sound.The driver gave a nod and pulled away without ceremony. She preferred it that way.Before she could knock, the massive door creaked open. A tall woman with sharp features and an even sharper uniform appeared in the doorway. Her slate-gray attire was as severe as her exp
