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Worthy
Miley blinked blearily at the morning light seeping through gauzy curtains. The sea’s hush and the occasional gull’s cry lent the villa an almost meditative quiet. She rolled onto her side, eyes landing on the empty space beside her in bed.Only to find that Julius was gone.She got up with a jerk, panicking for a second before she remembered what she had said last night, in a half-joking, half-drowsy mood. “If you really love me… you’ll get me waffles tomorrow morning. With caramel, and the crunchy pearls.”She chuckled into the pillow, thinking that he better be bringing those pearls right now. In reality, there was complete silence on their floor. She slipped into his oversized shirt and walked to the balcony, brushing the wind- blown hair out of her eyes. The horizon was glimmering, as if someone had melted beautiful sapphires and poured it over the skyline… it was just the perfect morning for waffles.__________“Get your general manager. Or better yet, get your legal team.”
A Break in the Sky
The car ride back to the villa was quiet, but it wasn't the heavy kind of silence that used to sit between them before… when Miley was drowning in grief and Julius didn’t know how to pull her out. It felt different, like the world had finally taken its foot off their necks.Outside the window, the clouds slowly parted, and ans they drove out of the city, Julius exhaled for what felt like the first time in days.No matter what, at least Miley was still holding his hand, and that was all that mattered. He looked over at her, whose lashes were cast low as if she were thinking hard. Her other hand was curled in her lap, thumb brushing over a bandage, and he didn't mention anything. Rather, he just tightened his grip slightly.“We’re leaving.”He said with a note of finality.Miley turned her head. “What?”“Pack whatever you want…”Julius said, without taking his eyes off the road. “Or nothing at all, I’ll buy you everything you need. Clothes, shoes, six different brands of sunscreen, w
Severing the Ties
Julius sat beside Miley, the heavy curtains drawn, creating a cosy atmosphere where the two of them were lost in the heat resting between them: quiet, restrained, but unmistakably fierce.He spoke slowly, his voice even. “The traces in your blood… the destabilizers… it was all due to Laura. She sent some flowers to you through a new maid, they were laced with something, and so was the tea.”Miley sat still, the robe cinched tightly around her waist, her fingers laced in her lap. Her chin lifted slightly, but she didn't show any other emotion. “How long have you known?” She asked and Julius inhaled sharply. “Well, I have suspected for a while now… but all of it was only confirmed after Geoffrey talked.”“And you waited… even after promising me?”“I wanted everything airtight,” he said. “If we moved too early, she would have buried it. She’s not reckless, she is practiced at this, Miles.”Miley looked away, her eyes glassy but dry.“She drugged me, Julius. She knew exactly what los
Bleeding out
Laura Colton’s fingers were shaking as she crushed the wine goblet in her hand. She had been pulled aside from the wine-tasting event she was hosting for the influential elites, hoping to get some relaxation for her son before Quella gave birth. But now, it seemed like Julius wasn't going to let them live in peace anymore. Her assistant had informed her about a vague article that had been published by a mid-tier news site known for political leaks.It hinted, without direct accusation, that a high-society heir’s spouse was allegedly preparing to press charges for medical tampering connected to her recent collapse. Although Julius had purposefully kept the wording as vague as possible and even leaked the article on purpose, Laura had no idea. In fact, she thought that she had gotten access to this top-secret news thanks to her sources, and Miley Colton was definitely pressing charges against her for medical tampering.“She wouldn’t…” Laura muttered aloud, pacing the length of the r
Grateful?
The rooftop café of the Imperial Crest Hotel was a space reserved only for the discreet and dangerously rich. Laura Colton was here for a quick distraction with her friends, wearing oversized sunglasses and sipping chilled cucumber vodka. She was surrounded by three well-groomed socialites, her supposed friends, as they exchanged gossips, until a tall shadow fell on their table. Julius stepped into the terrace, making his way directly to their table. His black coat caught the wind behind him, and a few of the women at the table stiffened when they saw him approach.But Laura didn’t show any reaction, wanting to give him as little attention as she could. She crossed one leg over the other, lazily raising her glass.“You’ve interrupted my brunch…”She said without looking up. “Unless you’ve come to thank me for saving you from a peasant marriage, don’t waste my time.”“We need to talk, regardless of your delusions, aunt Laura.”She finally looked at him, lowering her sunglasses just
Snake in the flowers
Julius remained perfectly quiet, pressed against the stone wall outside the storage corridor. The conversation was still going on, on the other side of the slightly cracked door, and he felt each word slicing his heart into pieces. “This isn’t why you were paid, right?” The voice over the phone was cold and rude. “I have no use for incompetent people who bring me half -baked news and information. Get out of my sight, right now! You'll get half of the amount that was promised and not a penny more, low class people like you only understand things when your money is taken away.”"No, please! This is not fair!" The maid’s voice shook a little with dear, but panic had turned her voice completely shrill. “I.. I did what I was paid for! The baby is gone—”Something slammed hard on the other end, cutting her off. “All that’s left for you to scream about is that? You idiot!” The other voice was wild with rage. “You better shut the fuck up and not tell a single soul… Or else I’ll do muc
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