Stella Lin
Stories
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Chapters
16
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"Your father was murdered." The words struck me like a bolt of lightning, freezing me in place as a cold sweat broke out across my skin. "If you want the truth, go inside Royce Group." I stared at the screen, fingers trembling around the phone. I read the words again, hoping they would make sense. They didn't. The bluntness, the cold certainty, felt too deliberate—too personal—to be a random prank. No name. No signature. Just a cryptic warning. "...Christa, what's…-
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The room hung in silence for a heartbeat too long, the weight of Alan Royce's voice still lingering like a storm cloud. I could feel the eyes of the room on me, each gaze a dagger, but none sharper than hers. Sophia Morgan. She sat just to Alan's left, poised like a queen guarding her throne. Her piercing brown eyes darted between Alan and me, narrowing as they caught the lingering trail of his gaze on me. "Well," she said, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It seems our…
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The way he said my name sent heat down my spine, each syllable deliberate, low, and far too close. I finally managed to twist away, stumbling back a step as his arm loosened, though his gaze remained locked on me. It wasn't the look of a man who was embarrassed by the situation. No, his eyes were intense and piercing, as if he were watching me like a predator stalking its prey. "I should—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat, "I should clean this up." Bending down to gather the last of the…
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I glanced around, searching for an excuse, but the street was quiet, and the weight of his gaze made it impossible to think clearly. "I was just heading home. The subway's fine—" "Christa," Alan interrupted, his voice softer this time, yet with an edge that promised no compromise. "We don't have all night." Suppressing a sigh, I slid into the car, the scent of leather and Alan's cologne—a mix of sandalwood and something darker, more intoxicating—wrapping around me as the door closed behind…
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The car veered sharply onto a quieter street, the sudden movement throwing me slightly off balance. I grabbed onto the leather seat, my heart pounding as the streetlights outside blurred into streaks of gold and black. "You didn't answer me," I persisted in my question. "Why so curious?" Alan asked, his dark eyes flicked toward me, glittering with something unreadable. "Do you think I'd let anyone hurt you?" I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let him distract me with his charm. "That's not an…
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I took a deep breath, scanning the shelves, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Cathrine wants me to familiarize myself with the guest list for the yacht gala, as well as any collaboration projects the company has been involved in," I said, keeping my tone casual, hoping it sounded like just a task. I glanced at James, hoping he wouldn't press too hard for details. "Alright, let's start with the collaboration projects, then," he said, stepping over to the third shelf. I followed, trying to keep…
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"Did you hear? Alan Royce had a custom wedding ring made!" The words cut through the air like a snap of ice. I went rigid, my pulse a sharp hitch beneath my ribs. The ceramic of my coffee cup pressed cool against my palm as I tightened my grip. It was early afternoon, the office settling into that post-lunch lull where people lingered over coffee, reluctant to dive back into work. In the break room, the hum of the espresso machine blended with low murmurs of conversation. Sunlight streamed…
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I stood up, forcing my legs to move, feeling the tension in my body, the way every step felt like I was dragging myself through the mud. I glanced around the room, my gaze flickering from one face to another, wondering if anyone had noticed my sudden departure. The air felt thick, stifling, almost oppressive as I moved toward the door. The buzzing chatter, the low hum of gossip, the insistent whispers about Alan and Sophia—it all became too much. The box. I needed to get to that damn file box,…
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Hope flickered, but doubt quickly followed. Would James even agree? Was it too much to ask, considering how little we knew each other? The women's taunts continued, unaware that their cruel words were slowly steering my thoughts in a new direction. I was so absorbed in my own mind that I didn't immediately respond to them. The silence only seemed to fuel their sense of victory. "You know," Megan said, her voice dripping with malice, "she might've thought she had a chance at a seat on deck, but…
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The office was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional clatter of keyboards from the other side of the floor. My own desk, tucked into a far corner, was a chaotic mix of documents, files, and hastily scribbled notes. I buried myself in my work, but my focus wavered, my mind circling back to him. Alan. The memory of last night burned at the edges of my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. His lips brushed my cheek with a tenderness I hadn't…
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