Stella Lin
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Will only show up for level 2 users. Others will see the no access message. The collective murmur of the office halted instantly as if a switch had been flipped. James's eyes flickered over to Catherine for a split second, his expression hardening ever so slightly. "Ms. Bellamy," he said, his voice low but commanding. "Why are you threatening Christa?" Catherine froze, her smug demeanor evaporating in a second. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but James raised a hand, silencing her with a…-
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Will only show up for level 2 users. Others will see the no access message. I glanced around, searching for an excuse, but the street was quiet, and the weight of his gaze made it impossible to think clearly. "I was just heading home. The subway's fine—" "Christa," Alan interrupted, his voice softer this time, yet with an edge that promised no compromise. "We don't have all night." Suppressing a sigh, I slid into the car, the scent of leather and Alan's cologne—a mix of sandalwood and…
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The way he said my name sent heat down my spine, each syllable deliberate, low, and far too close. I finally managed to twist away, stumbling back a step as his arm loosened, though his gaze remained locked on me. It wasn't the look of a man who was embarrassed by the situation. No, his eyes were intense and piercing, as if he were watching me like a predator stalking its prey. "I should—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat, "I should clean this up." Bending down to gather the last of the…
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The room hung in silence for a heartbeat too long, the weight of Alan Royce's voice still lingering like a storm cloud. I could feel the eyes of the room on me, each gaze a dagger, but none sharper than hers. Sophia Morgan. She sat just to Alan's left, poised like a queen guarding her throne. Her piercing brown eyes darted between Alan and me, narrowing as they caught the lingering trail of his gaze on me. "Well," she said, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It seems our…
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"Your father was murdered." The words struck me like a bolt of lightning, freezing me in place as a cold sweat broke out across my skin. "If you want the truth, go inside Royce Group." I stared at the screen, fingers trembling around the phone. I read the words again, hoping they would make sense. They didn't. The bluntness, the cold certainty, felt too deliberate—too personal—to be a random prank. No name. No signature. Just a cryptic warning. "...Christa, what's…
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As I lie beneath him, my heart is heavy with a mix of numbness and longing. Alan's dark eyes bear into mine, burning with an intensity that terrifies me. His hands, gentle yet firm, explore my curves with obsession. The way he moves is different now—no longer the frantic wildness as before, but a slow, deliberate rhythm that sends shivers through my body. Each thrust is careful, as if he fears breaking something fragile. I'm already carrying his child. The thought should bring comfort, but it…
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