Alicia had been enjoying the quietness of her evening.For once, she had deliberately stayed away from the internet.No scrolling.No notifications.No endless noise from fans, gossip pages, and strangers pretending to know her life better than she did.She wanted silence because silence helped her meditate.It helped her think clearly.The internet had become a distraction she no longer wanted clouding her head every second of the day.Still, even while sitting there trying to center herself, one thought continued to bother her.Harry.More specifically, the thought of Harry being around other women.Alicia already understood the nature of their relationship.She was not naïve.Harry wanted her body, and honestly, she had accepted that reality a long time ago.As long as the benefits kept flowing and her career kept climbing higher, she could tolerate that arrangement.That was the deal.At least, that was what she kept telling herself.So why did it bother her so much imagining him

Harry drove through the city quietly, still unable to fully process how peaceful his life had become recently. For someone who used to wake up every day expecting disappointment, betrayal, or struggle, the calmness surrounding him now almost felt unnatural. It was strange. Comforting, but strange. His thoughts eventually drifted toward Rhiannon again. She still had not responded to any of the messages he sent her, despite the fact that she had clearly read them already. That alone told Harry everything he needed to know. The fact that she did not spend the night at the house was obvious enough, but what truly stood out to him was that she had not even bothered checking on him afterward. No text. No call. Nothing. Which likely meant she had been avoiding the situation entirely. Harry understood why. What happened between them the previous night was bound to create confusion in her head. Even if she believed the situation was morally questionable, her body still responded

Harry stood frozen for a brief moment because the person stepping out of the vehicle was someone he absolutely did not need involved in his life any further. Monalisa. Out of everyone he expected to see, she was the last person he imagined would appear before him. There was no logical explanation for her presence here. None. And yet there she was in person, looking as calm and composed as ever. The first thing that flashed through Harry’s mind was not even his own safety. It was Rhiannon. Specifically, whether Monalisa intended to hurt her. Harry would not put something that extreme past her. Monalisa carried herself like someone fully capable of destroying lives simply because she felt like it. “What are you doing here?” Harry asked immediately. There was tension in his voice despite his attempt to stay composed. He felt threatened, and for good reason. Still, Monalisa did not answer verbally. Instead, her gaze slowly shifted toward the exact direction Harry had been s

Rhiannon found herself smiling at her phone as Alicia finally explained everything that had happened.Alicia did not bother hiding the details.She laid everything out clearly, knowing full well that Rhiannon had a direct connection to Harry.Part of Alicia hoped that if she explained the situation to Rhiannon, the information might somehow make its way back to him.At the very least, she hoped Rhiannon would mention it.The uncertainty was what terrified Alicia most.She had no idea what awaited her when she eventually faced Harry again, and that fear was driving much of her behavior.After hearing the full story, Rhiannon learned that the entire situation had essentially been a giant misunderstanding.The realization made her laugh despite herself.The whole thing had spiraled into an enormous mess because of a series of unfortunate assumptions.Honestly, the odds of everything aligning so perfectly for disaster seemed ridiculous.Rhiannon could not help wondering how Harry would re

Harry's meeting with Monalisa eventually came to an end, and as he drove back home, his thoughts remained occupied by the proposal she had placed in front of him. She wanted Ricardo dead. The more Harry thought about it, the more complicated the situation became. He understood that agreeing to something like this could place a target squarely on his back. At the same time, he also knew that getting anywhere near Ricardo without losing his own head would be incredibly difficult. The reality was simple. Ricardo was not a man who belonged among ordinary people. From everything Harry knew, the man was dangerous, ruthless, and responsible for countless atrocities. The Mafia itself was not an organization to be underestimated. Their reach stretched far beyond what most people imagined, and crossing them usually ended in disaster. Still, Monalisa's request revealed something important. If she wanted Ricardo removed badly enough to approach Harry personally, there was a possibility sh