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Elena RoseFord epitomized beauty in every sense. Her long brown locks, set against her porcelain skin, made her appear like a mirage, unlike any other woman. People wondered if she could be as beautiful as she appeared, and indeed she could. It was impossible to look at her just once.Upon arriving at the luxurious The Cosmopolitan, a hotel with an elegant casino facing the Planet Hollywood, the limousine halted in front of the red carpet laid out before the building. The modernist-inspired hotel would host the event organized to honor the last charity auction of the year.The lights blurred Elena's vision. The spotlights aimed at the front of the building gave it the distinctive aura that only a Las Vegas construction could have. Dozens of photographers were also present to capture the guests' arrivals. However, the venue's security ensured they entered safely amidst the crowd. Damon and Elena flashed fake smiles for the photos and proceeded inside.Elena wore a red satin Porsche
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Wow. The murmurs around the hall began to increase. This would be the highest bid of the night, and it would certainly go down in the event's history. Damon smiled at Elena's victory because, in his mind, it was his victory. He was willing to make a large donation and set a record, and she helped him. Elena had scored a positive point on her husband's scoreboard. The master of ceremonies waited for a response from Aaron; however, the man merely nodded in the negative. "Going once. Going twice. Going three times. Sold to the lady in red at table five, for the modest sum of one million dollars. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a record holder among us." The hall erupted in applause as the bottle of cognac was sold. Elena's heart pounded at the same intensity as the claps, and she managed only to smile politely. This was a televised event, and some cameras turned to the beautiful girl when she won. The master of ceremonies said a few more things about the bid, and then announced the
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Sabrina looked at Aaron and smiled with false gracefulness. She was close to the door, and walked over to him with calculated steps for a model. Her smile didn't deny her intentions, intentions that the man knew very well. "You arrived just in time for our conversation," she said. "Elena, please, could you give us a few minutes?" Granger asked Elena, ignoring the blonde's words in front of him. At that moment, the beautiful girl had to make sure her jaw wasn't on the floor. She couldn't believe that Aaron wanted privacy to talk to Sabrina. However, Elena lifted her head, taking a less surprised and more prepared stance. Her eyes burned as she took the last steps to leave the bathroom, but the woman was determined to stand firm. She didn't have to care. She had nothing to do with Aaron. She was already married to someone else. Elena passed by Aaron and Sabrina, beside them. She knew she was being watched by that man, and that maybe that falsely casual encounter was a way f
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There, sprawled across her bed, was Damon, her husband, entangled with Kesha, her stepsister. Elena's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the sight before her. A wave of shock washed over her, crashing against the walls of her consciousness and leaving her paralyzed in the doorway. Damon was straddling Kesha, his hips pushing against hers as they were interrupted by Elena's sudden entrance. "What the hell is this?" Elena managed to whisper, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and anger. Damon's and Kesha's eyes turned towards Elena, their gazes cold and calculating. Kesha's smirk held a hint of malice as she observed her sister standing there. Elena felt a surge of nausea as she turned to leave, the unsettling sight turning her stomach in knots. The realization hit her like a ton of brick. Her sister. Her bed. But before she could make her escape, Damon's commanding voice cut through the air, freezing her in plac
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She turned slowly to face him. When their eyes met, Granger knew the answer. This is what they do when they're together, isn't it? They break these little, insignificant rules. Granger walked down the side aisle. His steps were calm, yet determined, as he made his way toward the corridor leading to the confessional booth. Perhaps it was fear, but Elena felt her heart pound in her throat just at the thought of being caught. She could barely imagine how she would be talked about by the entire condominium; how Damon would react; the consequences she would face. Elena took a deep breath. The consequences would come in the future, so she would deal with them then. There was a rosary hanging around her neck, and she tucked it inside her dress. As the priest finished his prayers, she slipped out through the side of the pews and headed toward the confessional booth too. Her heels echoed against the corridor's floor, each click a testament to her resolve as Elena approached the small
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The sight of them together made her stomach churn with disgust, her eyes narrowing in disdain. "What?" she asked tersely, crossing her arms defensively. "How's the project going?" Damon inquired, his tone deceptively casual. Meanwhile, Kesha trailed her nails provocatively along Damon's arm, laying claim to him as if he were her possession. "Great. Production of the devices will start in two days," Elena replied in a forced professional tone, her gaze flickering briefly towards Kesha, "and we have a dinner at the Granger mansion tomorrow with the entire team." Damon reached for his glass on the table, taking a long gulp before speaking again. "How many devices will be produced?" "Ten," Elena responded, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "I want more. I want a fucking thousand," Damon demanded, his voice laced with authority. "Impossible, Damon. The project may be yours, but the one funding everything isn't you," Elena retorted. "Oh..." Damon feigned surprise, a
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Elena's eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, were already fixed upon him, her expression a complex interplay of emotions — hurt, and a hint of resignation. "It's okay," she managed to muster a semblance of a smile, though it faltered at the edges. "I need to find Damon," she added, her voice tinged with a note of urgency as she glanced around the room. "Elena, wait..." Aaron reached out, his hand poised to grasp her arm, but before he could make contact, she had already begun to slip away, melting into the crowd. A sense of helplessness washed over Aaron as he watched her recede into the distance, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken apologies. He was about to follow her, but someone stepped in front of him. "What did you think of my speech?" Sabrina smiled broadly. With a firm grip, Aaron's fingers closed around Sabrina's delicate arm, their pressure conveying a sense of urgency. He guided her forcefully away from the crowd, his steps determined and purposeful.
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Elena and Aaron were lying on her bed, naked. She entwined her fingers with his, lost in thought. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I thought about everything you told me yesterday," he murmured calmly, "and I think it's nonsense." Elena smiled. "It's not nonsense, Aaron. We're taking risks every time we're together. Right now, Damon could come in here and..." She buried her head in the pillow. "Damon is in my office now, waiting for a meeting with me." "Even so," Elena looked at him, "is this what you want to live? A furtive, hidden love..." "Elena, I need you to be honest with me." Aaron held her face in his hands. "Are you with Damon because you love him?" She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to tell Aaron the truth. Then, she shook her head. "Then why are you married to him?" "Because my family needed money. And currently... Damon has ways to control my life. He bought my family's company, pays for my father's treatment..." She sighed. "I can't divorce him un
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