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​🖤 ​A Dance with Destiny
​The air above the city was thin and sharp, biting with the first chill of winter. Up here, on the rooftop terrace of the Grand Solstice Mansion, the world felt tiny. Below, the city glittered like scattered jewels. Above, the sky was a deep, inky black, and tiny, crystalline flecks began to drift down—the first snow of the season.
​When Gabriella about fell down , warm arm clamped around her waist, pulling her flush against a solid male chest.
​Her mind was a blank page. The only thing she could process was the rhythmic, powerful thump-thump of the heart beating steadily beneath her ear. The silk of her borrowed, ash cocktail dress rubbed against a tailored, white shirt...and two buttons are open —expensive, and smelling faintly of sea salt and clean linen.
​He bent his head, and she instinctively raised hers, eyes wide, struggling to see the face of her rescuer. He was close. Too close.
​Incredibly stunning was an understatement. His hair was dark, falling just over sharp, intense eyes that weren't looking at her, but were scanning the crowd with a laser focus. His jawline could cut glass.
​"You okay?" His voice was deep, a low rumble that cut through the silence in her head. It wasn't just caring; it was authoritative.
​Gabriella's throat was a desert. All she could manage was a tight, shaky whisper. "I'm okay."
​He gently removed his hand, and she instinctively took a step back, forcing herself to stand tall. He waited, his eyes—a striking amber color—holding hers.
​Beside them , a waitress carefully swept up the scattered, glittering shards of a champagne flute. The broken glass was the only evidence of the close call.
​"What are you looking for?" Gabriella asked, mirroring his intense gaze around the perimeter.
​He gave her a quick, dazzling smile that made her stomach flip. "Nothing."
​He was lying. He wasn't looking for a thing; he was looking for a person. The one who'd lifted the hidden wire with their foot just as Gabriella passed, ensuring the fall looked like an accident.
​"Felix! When did you arrive?"
​The smile vanished. A tall, impeccably dressed woman—Bianca, the hostess—approached.
​"Five minutes ago, Auntie," he replied easily.
​Felix. So that was his name.
​Bianca's questions were breezy society chatter. "How is your sister?"
​"She can't make it," Felix replied, his tone smooth. "Unexpected client meeting."
​Bianca chuckled. "Always business".
He asked," where is Raina?".
Bianca smiled, " Go on, she's in her room. She'll be so surprised."
​Gabriella watched him go, every fiber of her being drawn to the effortless power in his stride. He was the perfect, golden hero.
​"Who is he?" she finally asked Bianca.
​Bianca's eyes sparkled with pride. "Don't you know? That's Felix Vegas, the Phoenix Group heir." She paused for dramatic effect. "More importantly... Raina's future husband."
​Bianca swished off to greet more guests. Gabriella felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. She could barely breathe.
​Raina. A future husband.
​Only ten months had passed since Kevin's death. Kevin, the boy Raina swore she loved.
​Gabriella's bright eyes narrowed, suspicion turning them to chips of cold ice. Did Raina ever really love Kevin?
The Ghost in the Machine
​A hand grabbed Gabriella's arm, tugging her quickly into the shadows near the catering tent.
​"Stop!" Gabriella yanked her arm back, turning with a flash of fury.
​It was Dona, her face flushed and her chest heaving. Dona thrust a sleek, expensive smartphone into Gabriella's hand.
​"Here. It's Raina's phone."
​A genuine, brilliant smile split Gabriella's face—a smile of sheer, victorious relief. She had her weapon.
​Then she froze. "The password."
​"Try Raina's birthday!" Dona urged.
​Access Denied.
​"Wait".Gabriella said.."Lets try... Kevin's birthday."
​Gabriella typed the six numbers. The screen unlocked.
​Success.
​The smile died. It was replaced by a deep, chilling dread. Why was Raina, the girl who was already engaged to Felix, the man who was saving her from falling, still using the password of the boy she supposedly mourned?
​"Hurry!" Dona hissed, tugging at her sleeve. "I have to put it back before she notices."
​Gabriella nodded, her mind racing. She went straight to the Gallery. Scrolling back ten months, she saw them: hundreds of photos and videos. Raina and Kevin. Kevin, looking happy, goofy, and utterly devoted. And Raina—the cool, detached Raina everyone knew—was gone. In her place was a girl laughing, giggling, clinging to Kevin's arm.
​She was completely different. She was happy.
​"Wait," Gabriella whispered, the photos burning into her brain. "I need to transfer everything. Photos, videos, documents. Everything. Then we look for clues."
​Dona anxiously agreed, glancing around. "Whose coat are you wearing, by the way?" she whispered, eyeing the charcoal-grey material draped over Gabriella's shoulders.
​Gabriella looked down at the jacket— "I don't know.....Big story. I'll tell you later."
​As the files zipped across the connection, Gabriella's mind kept running one cruel, dizzying loop: What exactly happened between them?
​The Cunning Fox
​Meanwhile, in the quiet hallway outside Raina's private suite, Raina Solstice walked out, looking poised and utterly uninterested in the party chaos. She paused when she heard high-pitched voices.
​Two six-year-old boys had snatched a bright red car toy from a little girl. The girl was desperate, tugging and pleading until one of the boys simply pushed her. She fell, landing with a soft thud on the plush carpet, and instantly began to sob.
​Raina simply watched. She rolled her eyes, annoyed, as the boys strutted away. She approached the crying girl, her dark blue, custom-made stilettos clicking softly on the marble.
​Raina bent down, her expression devoid of pity. She whispered one cold, clear truth: "No one is coming to rescue you. You have to stand up against them. Fight by yourself."
​The little girl wiped her tears, her face hardening. She stood, ran like a shot, and slammed into the two boys from behind. They went tumbling. She snatched her car, stood over them, and smirked. Before the boys could recover, their parents swooped in, dragging them away. The little girl simply vanished into the crowd.
​Raina watched the whole thing. A slow, satisfied smile curved her perfect lips. She enjoyed that.
​"Raina."
​The voice was deep and familiar. She turned.
​Felix was leaning against a stone pillar, a picture of casual elegance, his hands settled deep in his pockets. He smiled. She gave a knowing smile back.
​"What a surprise," she said, walking toward him.
​"I came to surprise you."He winked.
​Raina's smile disappeared. "Don't try to flirt with me, Felix."
​She smirked. "And what are you doing now?"
​"I'm taking care of our business," he replied.
​Raina narrowed her eyes. "But you don't like it. You prefer adventure. Thrilling jobs. Like the one you had before you took over Phoenix?"
​Felix raised one sly eyebrow. "You know me well. But everyone needs a change."
​"What purpose are you really here for?" she challenged.
​He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "For you."
​Raina rolled her eyes, completely irritated. "I know you are a cunning fox. There's something behind your arrival, but I'm not sure what it is." She poked him sharply in the chest, forcing him to move out of her path.
​He smiled, removing his hands from his pockets—they were veiny, powerful, and relaxed. He watched her walk away, his lips barely curved into something that was not quite a smile, and not quite a threat.
​Raina arrived at the rooftop terrace party, then stopped dead. My phone! She'd left it on the dressing table.
​Five minutes later, she snatched her phone from the table and rushed back out.
​The moment the door closed, the large, ornate wardrobe wobbled. A moment later, Dona tumbled out, pressing her hand over her hammering heart.
​I didn't get caught. OMG.
​ The Final Kiss
​Meanwhile, in the quiet glow of a lone street lamp, Ronnie and Lara were walking hand-in-hand. They reached Lara's apartment building.
​"Okay, see you tomorrow," Lara said, moving to pull her hand away.
​Ronnie held fast, his lips curving into that playful, signature smirk. Lara knew what he wanted. She leaned in and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his cheek.
​He let out a pleased groan, then gently cradled the back of her head, pulling her in. He kissed her deeply, passionately, the cold street forgotten. His hands roamed her back and hair; she responded fiercely, wrapping her arms around his waist.
​When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, he smirked, leaning back toward her mouth. "I want more."
​But as he leaned in, Lara suddenly dropped her head. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her standing posture collapsed entirely.
​Ronnie's smirk vanished. He didn't understand. One moment, they were kissing; the next, she was a dead weight in his arms.
​He caught her instantly, her unconscious body leaning heavily against his chest. He tapped her cheek, panic flooding his voice.
​"Lara! Lara! What's happening to you?"
​The street light flickered, casting a sickly yellow light on the terrified look on his face as he realized she wasn't breathing evenly. This wasn't a faint. This was something else.
What happened to Lara....?
What gonna happen next...?
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To be Continued.....
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