**Episode 1: "The Deal"** Aurora Wynter stood frozen in Julian Saint Clair's lavish office, her eyes locked on his. He repeated his shocking statement: "Your uncle owed me a debt. Will you settle his account... personally?" Aurora's voice barely whispered out: "What kind of personal settlement?" Julian leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting. "Marriage. To me. One

Fifty times. That was the number of times Noah had called me in the past hour and also the number of times I had hit the red button and cancelled his calls. A part of me was dying as I did this to him but an even larger part was already dead inside of me. A kind of numbness had

I was brushing my hair in the penthouse suite when I first heard the voices. Loud, panicked voices and the sound of people arguing. Not again, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. People had been fighting all day over the smallest of things. The flowers, the food, the seating arrangements, the decoration, you name it and there was a problem

A few wet wipes later, Amber Bell looked like a completely professional woman who had not just committed either first or second-degree murder. She would leave looking precisely as she had arrived. Phillip Castor could not say the same. His flailing, desperate movements were finally coming to a rest, and any attempts at breathing were barely audible; the light was fading from

Phillip leaned forward, his hands pressed together as he gestured at Amber. "You know it's the only thing that's kept me alive and my family fed for all these years, right?" "Mm." Amber adjusted her glasses and said, "I'm aware. However, with Mr. Gerrard's passing, it is no longer a threat to him. Its only value to my company is in

Apparently, her escort didn't feel the same way about uncomfortable silences. "These are some of the slowest elevators I've ever been on," the guard finally said. "Yes, well… this used to be a hospital, you see," Amber said, staring at the floor indicator above the door. "I believe it went bankrupt about ten years ago and was bought out by another company.

Amber ties up loose ends with deadly precision. Wednesday, August 28, 12:50 am "I'm outside the building. Please watch for my text." Amber Bell hung up her phone and adjusted her glasses as she looked up at the strange building before her. It was a collection of large glass cylinders and spheres combined in an avant-garde design. Highly inefficient, incredibly expensive, and

A small gasp erupted from my assistant as her eyes grew wide. She pressed her hips into my crotch, grinding against my now full-erect penis. “I’m yours, sir.” I pressed my face into hers, nuzzling her soft skin. Chills ran through me as I felt her lips caress my ear. “Did being that close to Natalie make you hard, sir?

A small gasp erupted from my assistant as her eyes grew wide. She pressed her hips into my crotch, grinding against my now full-erect penis. “I’m yours, sir.” I pressed my face into hers, nuzzling her soft skin. Chills ran through me as I felt her lips caress my ear. “Did being that close to Natalie make you hard, sir?

A small gasp erupted from my assistant as her eyes grew wide. She pressed her hips into my crotch, grinding against my now full-erect penis. “I’m yours, sir.” I pressed my face into hers, nuzzling her soft skin. Chills ran through me as I felt her lips caress my ear. “Did being that close to Natalie make you hard, sir?

I couldn’t entirely blame her. I’d fallen for Jess, after all. I decided to make the decision for her and hoped that she would accept it. “One minute, Liz,” I said. Someone behind me gasped. Liz closed the distance between her and her charge, wrapped a thick arm around his midsection, hauled him over her shoulder, and walked out the

Liz stared another moment before disappearing into the hall, shutting the door behind her. “Fuck,” I said, walking over to the office desk and leaning against it, feeling a little woozy. “You okay?” Chloe asked, keeping the gun trained on the door for another few moments. “Just dizzy.” “Wouldn’t be surprised if you have a concussion,” Chloe said, finally lowering the gun. She

Besides not wanting someone as unhinged as Tyler to have half my grandfather’s estate, I’d grown accustomed to the status quo. I wasn’t enthusiastic about handing half my money to anyone… especially the man who stole Natalie. I’d also been kicked around and threatened enough for one lifetime. I wasn’t about to be extorted by this overgrown man-child pulling some elaborate bullshit

I’d already contemplated having someone killed before, but not like this. I wasn’t just entertaining the idea—I was fucking planning it. Would Chloe kill him if I told her to? I paid her enough. How would she do it? With her gun? A piece of glass off the floor? A random paper clip? What about She- Hulk over there? Would she

I felt slender fingers slip into mine and glanced up to see Erin standing supportively beside me. She squeezed my hand before letting go and carefully walking further into the room. “You didn’t know about this?” I turned back toward the door to see Quentin leaning against the wooden frame, staring listlessly into the room. “How long have you been out here?” Quentin