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Chapter 30: Guest

Autor: Patty Writes
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-07-13 01:25:11

Mira

It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism.

She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is he
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    Harper My penthouse had never felt this small and it was all because she was standing in it. Mirabella stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms still wrapped around herself out of habit more than cold now, watching the city glitter beneath us. She was staring ahead, into the nothingness. I poured two glasses of wine I doubted either of us would finish and told myself, for the hundredth time in three years, that I wasn't doing anything wrong. I wasn't. If my brother had exposed her the way he did and still couldn't protect her, I would protect her. She was my brother's wife. She was also, and had always been, the only woman who'd ever made me feel like the version of myself I actually wanted to be, instead of the version my family spent thirty years constructing out of expectation and money. I handed her a glass and went hard to light the fireplace. "You don't

  • The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister    Chapter 43: Knight in Shining armor

    Theo Her phone rang out for the fourth time, it rang all the way and still hit oblivion. I was nearly losing my freaking mind.I stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. Glaring at the little icon that read ‘calling’ and then ‘call ended’ my blood boiled but it didn't surpass the dread that washed through me. I'd tumbled over the question in the room over a hundred times.Was my wife safe?But she wasn't even taking my call to answer that.Four times. Four separate attempts to hear her voice, to know she was breathing on the other end of a line that stretched across an ocean, and four times nothing but the flat, indifferent tone of a call going nowhere."She's not picking up." I said it out loud, mostly to hear it confirmed by something other than my own spiraling head.Sergei was already moving, phone pressed to his ear, speaking low and fast in Russian to someone on the other end. He held up a finger — “wait a second.”I hated that finger with everything in me and

  • The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister    Chapter 42: A friend Indeed

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    Theo.“There's actually something else you should see. I was going to wait until you'd had your sulk, but since we're doing honesty hour.”“I wasn't sulking.” I didn't even sound convincing to myself.He chuckled. “You were sulking beautifully. It was very moving. Oscar-worthy. I've never seen you like that before yet Mrs. Hartley was able to pull that off.”I folded my arms across my chest.He turned the phone toward me. “My contact in Moscow came through. The ones I told you about. ex-agency. Does a lot of quiet work for people who don't officially exist.”I sat up a little. “The documents.”“The documents.” He nodded slowly. “They surfaced two days ago. Someone's shopping them around a very specific, very expensive corner of the black market — buyers who deal exclusively in things that can end careers, marriages, and occasionally lives.”My stomach dropped in that particular way it always did when something I'd been trying not to think about refused to stay buried. “The ones taken

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  • The Bride He Wanted Was Never My Sister    Chapter 39: A break In

    Mira I wanted to tell him. It stayed there burning on the top of my tongue but I couldn't come out with it.I couldn't. Not yet.So when he asked me what Keith did to me, I was vague. Trust wasn't something that came easy anymore after Keith and I didn't trust Theo and especially not after the rude awakening at the event.I stood there, naked in front of him.He'd kissed my scar and it felt sacred, intimate in a way I had never felt before. His lips to my lower back made me shiver and no, it wasn't cold, it was my body hopelessly reacting to Theo's lips, so soft yet firm on my back.He didn't have to do it.He had no reason to revere, worship. Adore a part of me that marked my darkest moments. He had no right to be so sweet in my vulnerability.Maybe it was the wine I had— and I had way too many— that gave me the confidence to stand naked in front of him.My problem was wine and my own intoxication. But what was he high in, what gave him the impulse to go on his knees and kiss my sca

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    Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te

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    I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off

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