The Million-Dollar Heart

Commander Blake stood firm in the dimly lit control room, his eyes glued to the surveillance footage, exuding an aura of deep contemplation. With a sense of urgency, he dialed the higher-ups once again. The call was promptly answered, and the woman on the other end was still fuming with anger.

Twirling a ring between his fingers, Commander Blake spoke with a gravitas that filled the room, "Your anger is misplaced. It's your people who slipped up. Had they been more careful, none of this would have come to light."

The woman, realizing her fault, forced herself to calm down.

"What's our next move?" Blake's tone carried a hint of displeasure. After all, the site in question was of significant importance to him, and it hadn't yet served its intended purpose.

"Shift whatever assets we can, and for those we can't, expedite their usage. I want the plan executed within a week."

Blake hummed in acknowledgment, the ring's edge revealing a sharp blade as he made a small cut on his finger, a single drop of blood emerging.

"If all else fails, we destroy the site," the woman added.

The thought of destruction sparked a predatory glint in Blake's eyes. He had no time for setbacks.

strong hands closed the door behind him, plunging the interior into darkness, save for the moon's soft

kiss on the side of

and the kiss deepened uncontrollably, sending both of them into a whirlwind of passion. Vivienne,

from Vivienne as a

placing her on the cold marble of a nearby console table. As the intensity between them grew, Vivienne's thoughts began

Awakening later, Vivienne found

the cool sheets. Her cheeks flushed as she noticed the series of missed calls on her phone forty from Arthur, five from Maddox, and the rest from Draven and his associates. Draven, having failed to reach her

day, Vivienne admired Percival's handsome features, a rare sight given he usually awoke

her, his toned abs a pleasant surprise. "Why

voice dropping suggestively at the

grabbed a nightgown from his closet, her movements betraying her fluster as

Not that she cared much for Arthur, but she owed it to her mother's expectations. Percival, emerging from the shower,

by his side, Percival acquiesced to

to find Hailey and Dracon in the living room, supposedly engrossed in an opera. However, their attention