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Taylor Charles—codename Shark—a core member of the Red me organization, was a notorious weapons expert. He and his twin brother were infamous for their identical looks and their talent for deception. As they grew older, family conflicts drove the younger brother to leave home in search of freedom.

Taylor’s skill in weaponry eventually drew the family’s attention, leading to his reluctant return under his older brother’s invitation. But not long after, he reappeared in the Red me organization, and everyone assumed Shark had returned—without realizing it was actually his brother impersonating him.

Corrine had only uncovered the truth after catching subtle differences in their eating habits, a small detail, but enough to unmask the imposter.

Since that day, everyone who dealt with the Charles brothers stayed on guard, wary of falling into their trap.

Taylor lifted a hand and let his fingers brush gently through Corrine’s hair, the touch as light as a breeze. His eyes—an indistinct blend of stormy gray and warm brown—held a look of tender affection. “Time really does slip away, doesn’t it?” he murmured. “Our little Corrine… no longer a girl. You’ve grown into an extraordinary woman.”

When Taylor had first joined the Red me, it wasn’t out of ambition or duty—it was her. He’d been captivated, almost bewitched, by her stunning beauty. If Corrine had decided to set up a fan club, Taylor would have stood at the front of the line, cheering the loudest like a die-hard fan.

And now, seeing her again after all these years, he didn’t know what to say. That face—so achingly familiar—was still as breathtaking as ever, stealing his breath and leaving him stranded.

Before he could gather himself, Corrine abruptly pushed his hand away. “So, are you and your brother still clinging to the same old arrangement?”

Taylor and his brother had always shared a mutual disdain for being shackled by family obligations. To avoid it, they devised a system. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays belonged to his brother; Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays were his. No one but the Red me members knew this.

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“I’ll head back next month,” Taylor said tly. “My parents have finally found a match for my brother. If all goes ording to their perfect little n, he’ll be trapped inside that golden cage for good.”

A kingdom glittering with gold and silver—at first nce, magnificent. But behind the shine was a sacrifice: the surrender of one’s freedom. And if the price of that kingdom was his freedom, then Taylor would rather die than pay it.

He drew in a slow breath, collecting himself. He then opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. “Let’s go for a drive.”

Without a word, Corrine started the engine. As the car pulled away, a sleek red sports car passed them in the oppositene.

“Mr. Martel, that was Miss Hond we just drove by,” Bleacher remarked.

Jonathan’s gaze narrowed, a glint of frost flickering in his eyes. His voice was cutting. “I can see perfectly well.”

He’d noticed her. Not just Corrine—but the man beside her, too.

Being beautiful wasn’t always a blessing.

Sometimes it attracted fools who didn’t know their ce. And that man… he didn’t look like anything good.

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