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    She lingered for a moment, staring at him with a look that held both warning and love. Then she turned, took Morse’s hand, and they walked away together, their steps light but steady.


    A dark thought flickered through Chloe’s mind: if things ever went too far, would Dn end uppletely alone, abandoned by everyone he’d once trusted?


    She refused to believe it. Dn—ruthless? He couldn’t possibly treat Christina that way, could he?


    Maybe there was something hidden between them, some secret none of them knew.


    Dn hadn’t moved the entire time, keeping his back firmly turned. He listened to the soft, fading rhythm of their footsteps as they drifted further away.


    But eventually, he couldn’t resist. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he turned to watch them go.


    He noticed their hands, fingers interlocked like they belonged together. Chloe leaned slightly on Morse’s arm, and even from this distance, Dn could feel the warmth, the quiet happiness radiating between them.


    Conflicting emotions churned inside him. His little sister had been drawn away, and the person who had imed that space beside her was someone he considered a close friend. Yet when he remembered the genuine, glowing smile on Chloe’s face, a rare warmth crept into his features. The usual coldness in his eyes melted, leaving only a gentle, protective glimmer. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Her happiness was worth more than pride, anger, or rivalry.


    And in the quiet corners of his mind, a vow formed: someday, when the time was right, he would bring his sister back home.


    Later that night, Christina drove onto the grounds of a quiet, secluded estate. The property had once belonged to Dn, but he had signed it over to her long ago.


    She parked her car, walked straight into the elegant vi, and headed for the study.


    After a gentle knock, she pushed the door open, ready to step inside.


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    But before she could cross the threshold, a tall, strong figure pulled her into a fierce, tight embrace. “Chrissie, you actually came. God, I’ve missed you.”


    Christina breathed him in—that unmistakable scent, rich and addictive, like danger wrapped in desire.


    Every time she got near him, something primal kicked in, like her body was wired to touch him.


    Just being around him was intoxicating, raw and electric, impossible to resist.


    And when she looked at that unfairly perfect face, those sculpted arms, and those lips that begged to be kissed, she was lost.


    “Chrissie…” Dn began, his voice low and smooth.


    But she didn’t let him finish. Her lips crashed into his, swallowing his words in a hungry, take-no-prisoners kiss.


    Even mid-kiss, Dn couldn’t help but grin. She’d caught him off guard, and he loved it.


    This version of Christina—bold, demanding,pletely in control—was his favorite kind of chaos.


    Matching her heat, Dn pulled her close, backing up as he twisted to shut the door behind them.


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