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NORA I should've gone back to sleep after searching the closet. But I had found nothing that could have incriminated him. Now, I'm sitting cross-legged beside him, watching.He's asleep on his side, one arm stretched across the mattress where I'd been lying earlier. My fingers hover above his hair before I give in."...One touch," I whisper to myself. "That's all."I brush a few strands of dark hair away from his forehead. They're so soft, slipping between my fingers like silk. A strange warmth spreads through my chest at the contact.He doesn't wake up.Encouraged, I let my fingers drift through his hair slowly, gently combing it back. My fingertips graze his scalp, and his breathing deepens. His forehead relaxes beneath my fingers."...You really are exhausting," I mumble.It’s strange indeed. How one man can depend on so many pills for survival. A tiny frown appears between his brows. His lashes flutter weakly."...Mm..."I freeze. His eyes crack open only halfway, unfocuse
NORA I step out of the bathroom feeling like I've been wrung out and left to dry. My body aches from the long day of filming, and all I want is something sweet. My favorite dessert. Those delicate pistachio macarons from the little patisserie near the resort. I've been thinking about them since this morning.I'm halfway to the bed when a sharp knock sounds at the door.My bare feet pad across the floor as I cautiously approach the door. I peek through the peephole first.It's Marcellus.I exhale, some of the tension leaving my shoulders, and open the door.He stands there, looking unfairly handsome even while clearly exhausted. In one hand, he holds a beautiful bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses. In the other hand, he's holding a small white box from the patisserie.My favorite macarons.The relief hits me so hard that my eyes actually sting. I want to throw myself into his arms and bury my face in his chest.But then I remember that I'm currently at the war front. So
MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me."...I do."No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me."She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost."A few contestants exchange glances."And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."Now Nora looks at me."They begin with someone convincing themselves they're protecting the person they love." I clench my fist. "Eventually... you forget the difference between protecting them and hurting them."I keep my eyes on Nora. "So yes. I agree with every word my wife said."I pause."The only thing she forgot..." My gaze lingers on hers. "...is that some obsessions don't end when they're exposed. They become love."I don't realize how bad those words got to N
MARCELLUS I already know I'm in deep shit. It's as clear as daylight.I flip through the pages slowly, pretending to be calm while my heart threatens to explode out of my chest. Most of the clauses are exactly what she threatened earlier. Petty, predictable and ridiculously cute.Then I reach the last page.My eyes narrow.Article 30: Access & TransparencyFor the duration of the 100 days, the Husband shall grant the Wife full access to all business-related documents, emails, and communications upon request. This includes, but is not limited to, financial records, contracts, and meeting notes connected to any company in which the Husband holds a controlling interest.I read it twice.No timelines. No restrictions. No confidentiality carve-outs. Just "upon request."It looks... reasonable. Almost boring. Like she's just being a concerned wife who wants to understand my world. On paper, it's the kind of clause any normal person might agree to.But this is Nora.I look up to meet
NORA Marcellus falls asleep first. It happens relatively fast. His heavy arm stays draped over my waist, holding me tucked tight against his chest.For a while, I just lie there, drowning. My cowardice has kept me here.Carefully, I lift his arm, inch by careful inch, until I can sneak away. He stirs once, then settles again with a sigh.I slip out of bed, head to the bathroom, and lock the door. Only then do I let myself breathe. My face is ghostly pale under the harsh light.After receiving Val's message, my curiosity had led me down a rabbit hole on the internet.Those earlier messages from the unknown number creep back into my mind. The photo and the audio as well.How stupid of me to downplay the possibility that I was entertaining my own doom. But Dad's company is really crumbling. It's all over the news.Cold dread crawls up my spine. What if it's actually worse than I thought?Trembling, I hit Dad's contact. The phone rings three times. And goes into voicemail.So I try
NORA Marcellus doesn't hesitate."No," he replies calmly. "I don't have a twin."I stare at him, waiting for the usual arrogance. It doesn’t come. He just looks back at me with an unshakable certainty."How are you so sure?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "People lie about family all the time. Especially in your world."He shrugs. "Because I spent years making sure I knew every single person connected to me. I dug into every record, every rumor, and every ghost from my past. There was no twin."His eyes stay locked on mine. "If there was another version of me walking around... I would have found him."Weird. Then... who the hell was that guy?We head to the diner attached to the resort and get our food. I pick something simple for both of us. Plain rice, grilled chicken, and clear broth. Nothing that could upset his stomach.When the plates arrive, Marcellus stares at his food with a slight crease in his brows. He takes one bite, then another, but his movements are slow.I watch him
NORA I stare at him, my heart still racing from the implication of everything he just laid bare. I need to know if I'm just a war spoil to him.What difference will it make? A tiny voice asks at the back of my mind.But in truth, knowing what I am to him is what I need to keep myself afloat in
NORA My knees hit the leather on either side of his thighs, the mini dress riding up so high it's barely there. We are separated from the driver by tinted privacy glass, but it feels like the entire city might be watching. "Marcellus—" I start, but his mouth claims mine before I can f
NORA I level my deadliest glare across the studio. Tiffany glares right back. She's spent the last twenty minutes introducing herself to every breathing soul in the building—twice—like she's running for mayor of Reality TV.She’s tall, auburn, stunning, and currently staring at me like I murd
MARCELLUS For a long moment, silence crackles over the line, the tightness in my chest worsening. "Who is Rachel Gregory to you?" Nora demands again, her voice rising. I exhale slowly, staring out at the glittering city lights beyond the window. "You should stop digging, little wolf."







