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The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse apartment, mimicking the frantic beat of my own heart. Carlos had called earlier, a husky whisper laced with promises and danger,…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the convent, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the fever building within me. Sister Agnes, a woman of such quiet strength and undeniable…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy, pulsating glow, but my attention…