登入Well, it was easier to frame her as he kept her away, but still. The jealousy eats at me. "Unbelievable," I laugh bitterly, shaking my head as I take a step back toward the door. "I am trying my best to make things work between us, Deckard. I am out here breaking my back, protecting our son, and bu
I shift my weight, settling my hips comfortably over Deckard’s thighs, and let out a soft, pleased purr. Slowly, deliberately, I run my manicured fingers through his thick, dark hair, massaging his scalp in that slow, rhythmic way I know usually turns his brain to complete mush. He’s sitting on th
He leans forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial, deeply unsettling whisper as he stares directly into my green contact lenses. "In fact... you don't have to be a maid at all, Candy. I can make all of this manual labor disappear with a single phone call. If you can just agree to be my pri
"Look, Naomi, if Dennise catches you in here, she’s going to—" The distinct, heavy sound of the deadbolt locking echoes through the quiet kitchen. My entire body goes completely rigid. My instincts scream at me, a cold shock of adrenaline instantly shooting straight to my fingertips. That isn't th
I smooth down the front of my oversized, scratchy maid uniform, my fingers tracing the small bruise on my chest from where Caroline's finger violently ripped my dress open at the cemetery yesterday. My skin still feels raw from the humiliation, my eyes are burning from crying all night over Owen, a
The striking, facial structure. Sydney is an absolute, undeniable replica of the woman in the vintage photograph—Tobias’s mother. The almost psychotic protectiveness Tobias has shown toward Sydney from the very first moment he met her. The massive financial safety nets he threw under her, the fact
I walk back into the main hub of the studio, to find Sydney standing near the monitors, looking smaller than usual against the backdrop of the massive lighting rigs. "I’m leaving," I say, stopping a few feet away. I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to tell her that. Usually, I just disappea
After Deckard is gone, I turn to the head of security, who is currently sweating through his jacket. "Call a meeting," I instruct. "I want to see every guard in this building, now." Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of a line of men who look like they’d rather be facing a firing squad. "
Oh... fuck. That’s the only thought that manages to claw its way through the white noise of my panic as I look up at the gallery. Tobias Moore is leaning over the railing, staring down at me with complete disgust. I’m standing in a pile of crushed flowers, my chest heaving, and for a second, I fee
I gasp, leaning closer. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It’s not just the stones; it’s the history. It feels like it’s vibrating with the glamour and the tragedy of the woman who wore it. "Oh my god," I breathe. "It’s perfect." "I agree," he nods, watching my reflection in the gl







