"More than that," Nikolai continues with a hard edge in his voice. "If she succeeds, she could be positioning herself as an alternative to you, Damien. I don't think she's content with just causing trouble. She's here to expand, to make her mark."
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👀👀 Damien, internally:
My own anger simmers beneath the surface, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I meet her gaze, keeping my voice steady. "I'm not worried. Damien and I don't keep secrets from each other."
Urban · J_Tarr
Effing Tasha. Go away!
Approaching our table is a woman who could easily pass for a supermodel—tall, beautiful, and moving with an air of practiced elegance. Her dark hair falls perfectly around her shoulders, and her lips are painted a shade of red that's too bold to ignore.
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See this! I just gifted the story: Massage chair
Like you didn't know. 😑
There's a slight pause, and I can almost picture his calculating expression on the other end. "Did she, now?"
Urban · J_Tarr
"People do," I reply, meeting her gaze with a steely one of my own. "And some people need to realize when it's time to move on."
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Her expression doesn't falter, but I catch the smallest twitch in her jaw. "We were good together, Damien. And we could still be, if you weren't so… committed to your little fiancée."
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Best feeling 🥰🥰
I nod, feeling a surge of excitement. This is happening. I'm getting married, and somehow, it feels right—like I've found my place, my person.
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Lea grins, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Oh, trust me, he's sweating."
Urban · J_Tarr
I nod, the plan already forming in my mind. "Exactly. She wants to prove herself? Fine. But she'll see what happens when you challenge the wrong man. I won't just teach her a lesson, I'll burn her entire fucking operation to the ground."
The Mafia CEO's Reborn Heiress
Urban · J_Tarr