Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 186

He arched a brows. “Il remember that when you’re crauding tomorrow.”

Het grin was sharp. “Promises, promises.”

The first session wasn’t meant to break her body. It was meant to measure it. He ran her through conditioning drills, balance work, striking basics. She kept up–sloppy in places, stubborn in all. He ked that. Stubbornness could he sharpened into steel.

But the silence between exercises gave him rooms to probe. To peel.

“Vegas remembers a girl called Cinnamon,” he said idly as she adjusted the wraps around her fists. “Pretty little thing in a strip club, Clever disguise. Not quite yours, not quite theirs.”

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Her head snapped up, eyes cutting sharp. Sweat glossed her temple, but her smirk was all venom, “Oh, so you’ve done your homework,” she tossed back. Then, almost lazily: “Funny, though–you never mention Sadie. The pianist who used to play lunches at your bar.”

The name hit him like a blade to the ribs.

Sadie.

The quiet musician who’d filled his upscale bar–Il Sogno with haunting melodies. The one who had captivated an entire room with her hands alone. Who vanished one afternoon without warning. Patrons had complained. Staff had whispered. He had assumed she’d been poached by another patron, some rich fool who wanted her playing privately.

But now–now she was standing in front of him with her fists taped, mocking him with the truth.

She was under my roof. She was under my nose. And I never sand

For a moment,

silence stretched. Then his laugh came, low, quiet, genuine. “You,” he murmured. “So close, and I didn’t see it.”

It wasn’t defeat that stirred in him. It was hunger. Delight. She’d slipped into his world, sat in his house, and stolen the air without him knowing. That wasn’t a failure–it was proof of what she was

This was why.

This was the reason he hadn’t claimed money, flesh, or blood for her debt. He could have demanded anything, but he chose this: hours, sweat, compliance under his terms. Not because he wanted to own her body, but because shaping her was infinitely more valuable. She was a living proof–of–concept–power wrapped in chaos, control begging to be honed,

He clapped his hands once, sharp. “Again.”

She rolled her eyes but reset her stance.

Roundhouse. Jub. Block. Sweat dripped down her spine, her arms trembling with fatigue. Still, she never asked to stop.

“You survived,” Rafael said as she struck the pads, his voice calm, steady, relentless. “But survival isn’t enough. Not for someone like you. You sharpen, or you break.”

“Or,” she grunted, landing another strike, “I sharpen and I break other people.”

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Chapter 186

His mouth curved. “That, too”

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He pushed her until her legs wobbled, until her arms shook. Not because he wanted her maried, but because he wanted to see what came through in the cracks. Anger. Humor. Fire. All of it spilled out of her, unpolished lint reala

When the two hours closed, she collapsed onto the bench, gulping from her water bottle think she’d won. Then, as she tugged her bag onto her shoulder, he dropped it.

It was air itself. He let her breathe. Let her

“Lolana,” he said casually, as though it meant nothing. “Buried for so long I can barely find traces. I’ve been searching, but she’s slippery. Even ghosts leave more trails,”

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