登入2:47 am, again. I groaned as I rubbed my tired eyes, noticing the brightness from my laptop screen casting harsh shadows across the studio. I should have gone home hours ago, but this client’s deadline was tomorrow, and the dining room rendering still wasn’t quite right. The chandelier needed to be repositioned, the wall color adjusted just a shade warmer. Mrs. Patterson had been very specific about wanting “welcoming but sophisticated,” and after seven years of clawing my way up in this industry, I’d learned that details mattered.My head felt heavy. Just a few minutes, I told myself, folding my arms on the desk, just to let my eyes rest.Within what felt like a second, I was back in my old bedroom at the Steele estate, moonlight streaming through the French windows. The silk sheets felt cool against my flushed skin as I lay there, heart racing. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but in dreams, the rules didn’t apply.The door opened softly. Dominic stood in the door
Madame Loretto's cane tapped against the floor.Tap. Tap. Tap.Ava remained in third position in the center of the studio, arms extended, while the other dancers moved toward the barres along the walls. The afternoon light filtered through tall windows, illuminating dust and the accumulated residue of rosin and sweat. The air tasted like pine and exhaustion.Tap. Tap. Tap."Your landing, Ms. Chen." Madame Loretto didn't raise her voice. Her voice never rose. That was what made it worse. "The fouetté itself was adequate, your extension acceptable. But the landing." She tapped her cane once more against the hardwood. "The landing was imprecise."Ava kept her arms in position. Her muscles were screaming. Lactic acid burned through her calves and thighs, the kind of burn that came from six hours of repetition, six hours of trying to perfect something that still wasn't perfect."Odette does not tolerate imprecision," Madame Loretto said. "You will remember this when you perform the role, i
I fell asleep at my desk again.I knew it even before I fully woke up, the way your neck tells you before your brain catches up, that dull ache spreading from the base of my skull down between my shoulder blades. My cheek was pressed against the corner of a fabric swatch book, and the imprint of it was probably going to stay on my face for the next twenty minutes. I'd knocked over my pencil cup at some point and a dozen colored pencils had rolled across the blueprints I'd been trying to finish since eleven.It was past two in the morning. The loft was quiet except for the hum of the city seven floors below, that low constant sound that Los Angeles never fully turned off, and the desk lamp I'd forgotten to angle away from my eyes was throwing a warm yellow circle across the scattered fabric samples and paint chips and almost empty coffee mug that had been full when I sat down.I didn't move yet.I knew what was waiting in that place just before full waking, the tail end of the dream I'
Project R4 C1-C6Chapter 1 She Couldn't Be PregnantLin Shiyan pushed open the door to the private room and went in. She saw Feng Xingzhi sitting lazily on the sofa, with a young and charming girl nestled softly in his arms.When the girl saw Lin Shiyan walk in, she grabbed a document and threw it at her, saying arrogantly, "I'm three months pregnant, and I've already had the fetal sex determined at the hospital. It's a boy. Lin Shiyan, if you know what's good for you, you should take the initiative to divorce me."Lin Shiyan grabbed the test results and glanced at them; she was indeed pregnant."Let's go," Lin Shiyan said to the young woman. "It's still early; we can still go to the hospital for an abortion.""Lin Shiyan, you are incredibly audacious! How dare you abort the eldest grandson of the Feng family!" The woman's expression changed drastically. She stood up abruptly and slapped Lin Shiyan.Lin Shiyan grabbed the woman's wrist and forcefully flung her away.Looking at
The soap burned the small cut on my knuckle as I scrubbed the last plate in the massive pile the household staff had deliberately left for me.Three years of this and you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but the casual cruelty still managed to sting in ways I didn’t want to examine too closely.I rinsed the plate and set it carefully in the drying rack, my hands moving with the efficiency of someone who’d done this hundreds of times before, then dried my hands and headed upstairs to tackle the next task on my invisible list of duties.Aurelia’s laundry sat in a delicate heap on our bedroom floor, silks and cashmeres that required hand washing because the dry cleaners could never get them quite right according to her exacting standards.I filled the basin with cool water and special detergent, working the fabric gently between my fingers while my mind drifted to the dinner I’d planned for tonight.Today was our anniversary. Three years since her grandfather had asked me to marry into
“You’re hurt.” He says walking up to me.“It’s just a scratch,” I told myself to be unfazed that he just fought off three men without even shifting to his wolf form, but I couldn’t help being impressed.He takes my forearm to examine the back of it where the bastard had attacked me from behind. Once again I was affected by him. He stood so close to me I could see the flecks of green in his amber eyes, his proximity had my thoughts in shambles.“I’m fine.” I swallowed nervously and tried to pull away but his grip was firm. I’ve never been so aware of anyone like this and it scared the shit out of me.“So much for being able to take care of yourself.”He said referring to what I said to him the first time we met and I reddened.I barely noticed when he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and used it to stifle the bleeding. I was still high on adrenaline and this wasn’t my first time being beaten up so I was able to marginally keep it together when he tied the handkerchief around m
Darius’s POV The testing happened fast, clinical and efficient in the way medical procedures always were when you had the right kind of money and connections. A nurse drew my blood, took swabs, asked me questions I answered on autopilot while my mind spun in circles trying to process the magnitude
Darius went completely still, his entire body freezing in a way that reminded me of prey animals sensing danger, every muscle locked and waiting.I didn’t give him time to process, didn’t let the silence stretch into something he could fill with denial or anger or whatever defense mechanism he’d re
Jake’s fever spiked on a Tuesday night without warning, his small body burning hot against my hand when I went to check on him before bed.By Wednesday morning we were in the hospital, machines beeping around us, doctors speaking in careful tones that told me everything I needed to know before they
The industry gala was one of those events I’d learned to navigate with practiced ease over the past five years, the kind of evening where everyone was performing their best version of themselves while hunting for connections and opportunities.I hadn’t expected Darius to be there.My team had gone







