Chapter 22 - Death by fork

Dominic POV

I leave for the office late.

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Burned By Desire

At twenty-six, Dr. Anastasia Blair has perfected the art of control. Tight schedules. Quiet nights. A life built around keeping her four-year-old niece Jennifer safe - and keeping her own secrets buried. Everything works... Until the night he comes back. Ethan Thornwell. Her husband in name. Her mistake in memory. Her undoing in every way she swore she'd never feel again. He arrives at her door at midnight, suitcase in hand, clothes rumpled from travel, eyes burning like he already owns the room. "Missed me? Dear wife," he drawls, that devilish smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. Anastasia hates that her breath catches. Hates that he notices. "You're not supposed to be here," she snaps, pushing the door - but Ethan's faster. His hand slides to her waist, firm and familiar, pinning her gently but inescapably against the wall. He leans in, so close she can feel the warmth of him, the command in his presence, the way he still fits against her like a memory she tried to erase. "I plan on doing a lot of things I'm not supposed to, Anna..." His lips brush her ear, sending a shiver down her spine she wishes she could hide. "And most of them involve you." Her pulse betrays her. Her skin betrays her. Everything in her betrays her. He steps into her house like he never left - like the space remembers him too. And then Jennie's sleepy voice rings out. Her eyes widen. She runs straight toward him with pure joy. "Daddaaa!" Ethan catches her effortlessly, lifting her with strong arms that used to hold Anastasia the same way. His gaze finds Anastasia over Jennie's shoulder, dark, certain, claiming. He didn't come for forgiveness. He didn't come to talk. He came because he's done letting her run. But Anastasia's chest tightens with a truth she's fought to forget: With all that has happened in the past, she's not sure she can ever let him in again. Even if a small, treacherous part of her still burns at the sound of his voice.

Healing The Devil

Three years ago, Silas Vesper walked away from the world as a man who could still pretend he had control. He returns to the Vesper estate as something far colder. The halls still gleam with legacy. Power still lingers in every carved archway. But the man who once commanded empires now moves through his own home like a ghost - silent, distant, untouchable. The accident took his legs. Betrayal took his trust. Guilt hollowed out whatever was left. He has no interest in healing. No interest in hope. And absolutely no intention of being seen. And then she walks in. Iris Sterling. The country's most sought-after physiotherapist. The woman known for rebuilding shattered bodies and resurrecting men who had already buried themselves. She does not believe in lost causes. She does not accept defeat. And she certainly does not cower before brooding billionaires who weaponize silence. Silas makes it clear: he does not want her help. Iris makes it clearer: she isn't asking. What begins as mandatory rehabilitation becomes a brutal war of wills. She pushes. He retreats. She challenges. He lashes out. Every session crackles with restrained fury. Every touch lingers a second too long. Every glance dares the other to break first. Because beneath Silas's icy control lives a man terrified of wanting again. And Iris has made a career out of teaching broken people that they are still whole. But this time, the patient doesn't just resist the treatment. He resists her. He resists the heat simmering beneath his anger. He resists the dangerous possibility that he is still a man capable of being desired. And Iris? She has never backed down from an impossible case. Even if saving him means losing herself. In a house built on legacy and secrets, where grief lingers like perfume and power tastes like sin, two wounded souls collide in a battle neither of them is prepared to win. Because the hardest thing to mend isn't the body. It's the belief that you deserve to be loved.

Say Nothing Amelia

Say Nothing Amelia.. Amelia Collins wasn’t supposed to be there. One reckless night. One bad decision. And suddenly—she’s standing in the middle of an underground boxing ring, surrounded by blood, money, and secrets. And him. Alex Blankwood. The boy she’s only ever known as charming, controlled… untouchable. But the man in the ring? He’s something else entirely. Ruthless. Dangerous. Addicted to the fight. When their worlds collide again, Amelia realizes the truth she was never meant to know— Alex Blankwood lives a double life. And now that she’s seen it… He won’t let her walk away so easily. “Say a word, Amelia… and you won’t like what happens next.” It’s a warning. A threat. A promise. But secrets don’t stay buried. Not when they’re this dark. Not when they’re this close. And definitely not when the boy hiding them starts watching her a little too closely… protecting her a little too much… wanting her in ways he shouldn’t. Because in Alex’s world— Love isn’t soft. It’s possession. It’s control. It’s violence wrapped in devotion. And Amelia? She just stepped right into it.

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Chapter 22 - Death by fork

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