“Th-thank you, Miss Richmond.”Leah’s eyes sparkled as she clasped Violet’s hand tightly, her gratitude practically glowing from her face.“Is there anything I can do for you right now?” she asked, eager to prove herself. Whatever Violet needed, she’d do it—no questions asked. That’s what a dependable bodyguard did.Violet rolled her shoulder with a small wince. “Do you know how to ease muscle pain? My shoulder’s been killing me the past few days.”“Of course,” Leah replied with a reassuring smile. “Please, have a seat.”Violet settled into the nearest chair. Leah gently placed both palms on her shoulders—but she didn’t immediately start rubbing or kneading. Just contact, steady and intentional.At first glance, Leah seemed like any ordinary girl with a pretty face. But beneath that soft exterior was a skilled cultivator, trained in the art of weaponry since she was young. Years of harsh training had taught her more than just how to fight—it taught her how to heal. She’d dealt with ev

Smooch!Violet crashed her lips against Leah’s again, her eyes blazing as she stared at her bodyguard with a wild, reckless smile.Leah’s eyes flew wide open. Her whole body froze. Shock hit her like a lightning bolt, leaving her paralyzed as Violet kissed her a second time.“M-Miss… Miss Richmond…”Still stunned, Leah gently tried to push her away. Her brain screamed that this wasn’t what she meant. This wasn’t what she wanted.“Please…”But Violet clung to her tightly. Leah’s hands moved to her waist, trying to create distance—yet somehow, the gesture only seemed to fuel the fire inside Violet even more.“You really know how to turn me on, sweetheart,” Violet whispered, her voice low and sultry.She pulled Leah even closer, her lips hungrily seeking another kiss.Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.Each kiss was hot, desperate. Violet kissed like a woman possessed. Maybe she’d never done this before—but that only made her reckless, letting raw instinct take over. Her entire body moved on its ow

"Are we safe now?"Leah asked, glancing at Mya as the last of the goblin horde finally disappeared into the distance."Hmm."Mya gave a slight nod, saying nothing more.Out there in the tall grass, the two of them could finally breathe. No more goblins surrounding them, no more immediate danger.It looked like a relief. Like a win.They hadn't even needed to lift a finger to escape.But for Mya, it didn’t feel like a victory at all.It felt like a crushing defeat."My whole life," Mya murmured, her voice low and heavy, "I dreamed of being Grizelda’s only partner in Cammont. I did everything I could to get Marvel out of the way... and in the end, it still wasn’t enough."Her voice trembled with grief. Her face was shadowed, not just with sadness, but deep disappointment — at herself. At her failure to earn Grizelda’s trust.If only she'd succeeded in partnering with the goblin leader, she could've commanded the thousands of goblins swarming Cammont. With that kind of power? Killing Mar

Mya and Leah hurried down the darkened street, their steps quick and determined.At first, they’d been terrified at the thought of facing Grizelda again after the goblin leader's chilling threats. But now, there was something else driving them — something stronger.Excitement."Please let this work," Mya prayed silently, her eyes locked forward, cutting through the thick night air."Because if it doesn't... I’ll never forgive myself."She cast a quick glance at Leah, the younger woman keeping pace beside her — five years her junior and yet already making life-altering decisions with reckless bravery.Leah had chosen her path: she would disappear from Violet’s life for good, cut all ties, and chase the freedom that Mya offered."If I fail her... if I fail us... I'll never be able to live with myself."Mya’s gaze lingered on Leah, feeling the weight of the trust the girl had placed in her. Leah had left behind the security and comfort of her old life, choosing instead the uncertainty of

"Listen carefully. Just move the money. Leave the documents and everything else alone."A strange whisper echoed louder and louder inside the two officers’ heads. It was almost like something was trying to control them. Without a second thought, the officer behind the wheel pulled their car over, parking right behind the armored van they'd been seeing. He flicked on the hazard lights, signaling the three cars behind them to stop, too.The convoy obediently pulled over. But the bank manager from Walenstein wasted no time jumping out of his sleek Benz, his face tight with suspicion."What's going on? Why the sudden stop? Why are you halting us like this?"According to the plan, they were supposed to drive straight to the capital without stopping. No vehicle swaps, no changes. The manager's unease grew as he eyed the situation."Sir, apologies," one of the officers said stiffly, pointing at the armored van ahead. "But there's been a change of plans. We need to transfer the money into tha