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Who Said This Man Cannot Enter?
The guard let out a loud, incredulous laugh, shaking his head as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. "Are you serious right now? You? An owner here?" The guard pulled out his electronic tablet, slapping the screen with his hand. "Listen to me, you delusional piece of trash! I have the entire master registry for Grand Horizon right here on this screen! I know every single owner who lives in these towers. I know their names, their faces, and the cars they drive. Every single person on this list is a high-ranking official, a corporate titan, or an heir to a legacy family! Your name isn't on this list!" The guard leaned over the iron barrier, pointing his stylus directly at Lorenzo's chest. "The only entry on this entire system without a public name attached is the buyer of Imperial Manor—the single most expensive, exclusive property in the entire complex, worth hundreds of millions! And you're telling me you're an owner? Look at what you're wearing! You look like a beg
Unchecked Identity.
Chloe’s fake smile evaporated into a sharp, ugly scowl. "Following you?! Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant loser! We live here—or rather, Justin's family owns property here! What right do you have to question us?" Justin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing into venomous slits as he glared at Lorenzo. "I offered you a hand once, didn't I? I offered to throw you a bone, get you a low-level job so you wouldn't starve on the street with that pathetic little firm you cling to. But you were too proud. You spat in my face with your dirty little tricks." Justin gestured grandly toward the massive iron gates of Grand Horizon, a nasty, victorious grin breaking across his pale features. "And now look at you. Standing outside the gates of a place you'll never be able to afford, begging to get in. What are you even doing here, Lorenzo? Trying to apply for a security guard position? Trying to hold the door open for real men?" Justin shook his head, letting out a patronizing laugh. "Let me giv
Vivian’s Private Residence.
The morning sun filtered through the towering glass of Grand Horizon, the most exclusive residential estate in the city.The entire complex was a fortress of extreme wealth, surrounded by polished stone walls, lush gardens, and an entrance guarded by iron gates that looked like they belonged to a palace rather than an apartment complex.Lorenzo stepped off the sidewalk, adjusting the cuffs of his dark, understated jacket. He glanced down at his phone, reading the text message sent directly from the grandfather of the Abram’s family:“Vivian’s Private Residence, The Grand Horizon Penthouse. The keycard access has been updated. Good luck moving in today, Lorenzo. She needs a firm hand.”This was the commission. To ordinary eyes, Lorenzo was a man taking on a bodyguard or chaperone duty for a rich heiress. In reality, moving into the residence was a strategic maneuver, placing him in the private quarters of Vivian.Lorenzo approached the security booth at the main iron gate. A tall guard
There Will Only Ever Be You.-part2
If she wanted to defeat Chloe in the light, then he would give her the sun. If she refused to use underhanded violence, he would simply double his support for her career, pouring every resource, every connection, and every market leverage he possessed into Vance Tech.He would ensure her business success became an unassailable fortress, crushing Chloe Hawthorne under the sheer weight of Roxana’s undeniable, legitimate victories until Chloe had nothing left to boast about."We should get you home," Lorenzo said, gently guiding her toward the exit, his hand resting supportively at the small of her back."But before we go, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been exceptionally busy lately with family matters, and over the next few weeks, my schedule is going to get even worse. I might not be able to chat as often, or drive you to the office in the mornings."Roxana paused near the ruined threshold, tilting her head up to look at him, a sudden, unexpected prickle of anxiety tighten
There Will Only Ever Be You.-part1
The wet, sickening cracks of wood and bone echoed from the far corner of the VIP corridor as Boran’s senior enforcers carried out the sentence with brutal precision.Viper’s muffled screams eventually dissolved into a ragged, unconscious groan before the heavy doors of a waiting ambulance downstairs finally silenced the night. The remaining thugs, clutching their shattered, mangled fingers, dragged themselves out of the room like beaten dogs, leaving a heavy, metallic silence in their wake.Lorenzo stood by the shattered obsidian table, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths. The lethal storm in his eyes hadn't entirely dissipated. He unbuttoned his tailored dark suit jacket, slipped it off his shoulders, and stepped closer to Roxana.Without a word, he draped the heavy, warm fabric over her trembling shoulders, carefully concealing the torn silk of her shirt and the exposed skin of her arm. The faint, comforting scent of cedarwood enveloped her, grounding her against the linger
There Must Be A Price.-part2
Boran sneered, taking a menacing step toward her, his towering frame completely casting her in shadow. "The Hawthorne family? You stupid, arrogant little brat. Even your patriarch speaks to me with a shred of basic respect when he wants a favor in my territory! You think your family name protects you from me?!" Boran whipped his head around, his eyes locking onto Viper, who was standing frozen, his switchblade still hovering near Roxana’s shoulder. "Viper!" Boran bellowed, his voice shaking the crystal chandelier above. "Put down that damn knife right now, or I swear to God I will personally peel the skin from your bones before the sun goes down!" Viper’s eyes went wide with a primal, suffocating terror. He looked at his boss, a man who had earned his reputation by dropping rivals into meat grinders, and realized he had just walked into his own execution. His hands began to shake so violently that his grip failed entirely. Clatter. The switchblade slipped from his fingers, bounci
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