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CHAPTER 144 — BETWEEN DESIRE AND CONTROL

مؤلف: Ella D’Ravyn
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-30 02:38:34

The glass of my office window is cold beneath my fingers.

For the fifth time in less than ten minutes, I check the clock.

9:47.

Elizabeth is late.

For anyone else, that would go unnoticed. For her, no. Punctuality was never just a detail; it was part of who she was.

The coffee I'm holding has already gone cold.

A double espresso with a pinch of cinnamon.

I discovered this habit during the mornings in my apartment, when she would make her own coffee, still sleepy, hair messy, movements slow, as
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  • I Surrender to Them   CHAPTER 145 — THE WEB AND THE TRAP

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  • I Surrender to Them   CHAPTER 144 — BETWEEN DESIRE AND CONTROL

    The glass of my office window is cold beneath my fingers.For the fifth time in less than ten minutes, I check the clock.9:47.Elizabeth is late.For anyone else, that would go unnoticed. For her, no. Punctuality was never just a detail; it was part of who she was.The coffee I'm holding has already gone cold.A double espresso with a pinch of cinnamon.I discovered this habit during the mornings in my apartment, when she would make her own coffee, still sleepy, hair messy, movements slow, as if the world hadn't fully woken up yet.Then she appears.She emerges between two black BMWs, walking quickly toward the Maison entrance.The cobalt blue Dior dress follows every step without hiding the elegance. The side slit reveals a glimpse of her legs before disappearing again. Her loose hair sways in the wind, exactly how I like it.My heart races.Ridiculous.Before I can think better of it, I'm already out of the office, glass in hand.The coffee has become just an excuse.I want to see

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    The noise rips me from sleep like a knife.Before I even open my eyes fully, my hand is already on the Glock under the pillow. My body reacts before my mind. Years of training don't disappear, not even after a restless night.I leave the bedroom in combat stance, the weapon firm in my hands, muscles ready to strike. My left hand, bandaged after the glass shattered in the sink when I received Michael's message, pulses with pain. I ignore it.Only to come face to face with..."Vasily?"My brother stands in the center of the room, impeccable in his black suit, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the window.Before I can understand what's happening, the door opens again.Yakov enters.His heavy footsteps echo through the silent apartment."What the hell?!" I lower the weapon, though adrenaline still courses through my body. "Couldn't you have warned me you were breaking into my apartment?"The time zones should have made that impossible.Yakov took off from New York in his

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