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The Date

Artemis stepped out of his sleek black car, adjusting his cufflinks as he glanced at his watch. *6:59 PM—perfect timing.* He had told Allie he would pick her up at seven, and he had no intention of being late. His nerves were something new to him. He was used to confidence, to having control over every situation, especially when it came to women. But this was different. This wasn’t just a casual date—it was Allie. And for the first time in a long time, he actually cared about making a good impression. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside Klarisse’s café. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air. The café was quieter at this hour, with only a few customers lingering. Allie was behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine. She wore a simple yet flattering navy blue dress, her long brown hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. When she noticed him, she smirked. “You’re punctual. I’ll give you that.” Artemis chuckled. “I told you
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Marconi Shadows

The sun cast long shadows over the exclusive golf course, the pristine green stretching endlessly under the warm afternoon sky. Valentin Marconi stood on the edge of the course, dressed in a tailored golf outfit, yet his mind was far from the game. He tapped his club against his shoe absently as he watched his business associate take a swing, sending the golf ball flying across the open field. Beside him stood Enrico D’Angelo, the head of another powerful mafia family. Unlike Marconi, Enrico had no interest in golf, but he understood the importance of playing along with the charade. Here, among the wealthiest businessmen and politicians, deals were made under the guise of harmless sportsmanship. Marconi exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed. “Artemis Robinson… he wasn’t supposed to come back.” Enrico took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes sharp beneath the brim of his expensive hat. “Things don’t always go according to plan, Valentin. You should know that by now.” Marconi clenched his jaw. “
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Alan Fowl Investigates

The dimly lit study in Alan Fowl’s private estate was filled with the scent of old books, mahogany, and the faint aroma of cigar smoke from years past. The room, usually a haven for solitude and quiet contemplation, now held an air of urgency. Alexander Robinson sat across from Alan, his sharp gaze locked onto the older man, waiting for him to speak. The tension was palpable, the weight of whatever Alan had uncovered pressing heavily between them. Alan, dressed in his signature tailored suit, poured himself a glass of bourbon before gesturing toward Alexander, offering him a drink. Alexander shook his head, his focus unwavering. “I didn’t ask you here for pleasantries, Alexander,” Alan said, taking a slow sip. “I asked you here because of Artemis.” Alexander leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “What about him?” Alan exhaled sharply. “I know you and Klarisse have made an effort to bring him back into the fold. I understand your family’s wish to make amends. But you
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Brothers

The soft hum of the city below provided a muted backdrop to the storm brewing inside the penthouse suite. The space was luxurious yet impersonal, the kind of temporary home suited for a man who never truly settled. Artemis stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the cityscape, hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders remained relaxed, but Alexander knew his brother well enough to recognize the tension in his stance. Alexander, on the other hand, sat stiffly on the plush leather couch, gripping the photos Alan Fowl had given him. His knuckles were white, the edges of the photos slightly bent from the pressure of his grip. He hadn’t spoken since entering the suite, but Artemis knew why he was here. “Go ahead,” Artemis said without turning. “Say what you need to say.” Alexander exhaled sharply, his patience already running thin. “I just came from Alan Fowl.” At that, Artemis turned his head slightly, an amused smirk ghosting his lips. “I see Klarisse’s father has been d
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Husband and Wife

The mansion was quiet that evening, save for the occasional soft rustling of the curtains as a light breeze drifted through the slightly opened windows. The twins were fast asleep in their nursery, their gentle breathing a soothing rhythm that filled the space. Klarisse sat on the edge of their king-sized bed, brushing her fingers through her hair as she waited for Alexander to return from his study. She had sensed something weighing heavily on him all day. His touch, though still tender, had been more hesitant, his usual ease shadowed by deep contemplation. Klarisse knew her husband well enough to understand that whatever was on his mind was significant. The door to their bedroom creaked open, and Alexander stepped in, loosening his tie as he exhaled deeply. His eyes met Klarisse’s, and for a moment, he simply stood there, as if gathering the right words. Klarisse patted the spot beside her. “Come here.” Without hesitation, Alexander crossed the room and sat beside her, resting h
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Family Strategies

The grand dining hall of the Fowl Estate was alive with conversation and laughter, the clinking of silverware against fine china providing a pleasant backdrop to what seemed like a normal family dinner. To an outsider, it was nothing more than an intimate gathering of the Robinson and Fowl families, a tradition they had long upheld. But beneath the surface, there was a tension—one that only those seated at the table fully understood. The purpose of this dinner was not just to enjoy a meal together. Tonight was about strategy, about cementing the next steps that would secure their family's strength and control while keeping their enemies, particularly the Marconis, unsuspecting. Alexander sat at the head of the table, his posture composed but commanding. Klarisse was by his side, her hand resting gently on his arm as a silent show of support. Across from them sat Artemis, his expression unreadable, but his presence at this table signified one thing—he was back in the fold. Bronson R
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Klarisse and Allie

The late morning sun cast a golden glow over the lush green expanse of the picnic grove. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, making the atmosphere perfect for a much-needed escape from the intensity of business, family affairs, and hidden power struggles. Today was different—it was a day to just breathe, to enjoy the simple moments of life. Klarisse adjusted the sun hat on her head and glanced toward the twins, Lucas and Liana, who were playing under the watchful eyes of their nannies. Their laughter filled the air as they ran barefoot on the soft grass, chasing butterflies and giggling at the slightest amusement. “It’s nice out here,” Allie said, stretching her legs on the picnic blanket. She reached for a strawberry from the basket Klarisse had packed. “Feels like we’re a million miles away from everything.” Klarisse smiled, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. “That’s the point. Sometimes we need a break from the world. Just because we’re caugh
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Another Meeting

The private dining hall of the exclusive Italian restaurant was dimly lit, the golden glow of chandeliers reflecting off the deep mahogany walls. A long, polished table stretched across the center of the room, set with the finest crystal glasses and silverware. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken tension, each man seated at the table fully aware that the words exchanged tonight carried more weight than the luxurious setting suggested. Alexander Robinson sat at the head of the table, his expression calm and composed, his dark eyes giving away nothing. At his right sat Artemis, his elder brother, yet tonight he played the role of a subordinate—an illusion carefully constructed to deceive the men they sat across from. On the opposite side of the table was Valentin Marconi, dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass. Beside him, his son Luca, younger but just as ruthless, smirked as if he were enjoying a private joke. And t
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Shipment

The night was thick with tension, the salty breeze of the harbor carrying a chill that wasn’t just from the cold. Alexander and Artemis Robinson stood on the dock, their figures bathed in the pale glow of the overhead lights. Crates lined the pier, their contents hidden but valuable enough to cause a war if they ended up in the wrong hands. This was the shipment that could solidify their foothold in the underground business. Or, if things went wrong, it could expose everything they had been working for. Artemis exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the side of his coat. "Looks quiet," he murmured to Alexander. Alexander, ever the calculating leader, simply nodded. "Too quiet." His sharp eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking note of every shadow, every suspicious movement. The Fowl and Robinson security teams were strategically placed, blending into the background while remaining ready for any sign of trouble. The dock workers—men personally vetted by Artemis—moved quickl
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Double Date Break

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city skyline. It was a rare moment of peace, a well-deserved break from the constant game of power plays and deception that Alexander and Artemis had been navigating. They both knew they were being watched—every move scrutinized by the Marconi family and their allies. That was precisely why they needed this evening. A double date. It was Klarisse’s idea, really. After days of tension and calculated moves, she had convinced Alexander that a little normalcy would be good for them. Artemis, who had been skeptical at first, quickly agreed when he realized Allie would be part of the plan. Now, as the sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Alexander stepped out first, walking around the car to open Klarisse’s door. She smiled up at him, looking effortlessly elegant in a soft beige dress that hugged her figure. Though she had given birth to t
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