Storm's Deception

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The storm rolled in faster than anyone expected.By the time Nadia Volkov’s black Porsche curved up the long, private drive of Rafe Cameron’s estate, the sky had already turned a violent shade of slate. Lightning cracked over the Outer Banks, illuminating the massive house—white stone, towering windows, the kind of place that didn’t just belong to money, but to old money. The kind that didn’t need to prove anything. Nadia stepped out of the car, long black hair whipping behind her like ink in the wind. Even dressed conservatively—a sleek, high-neck silk dress with a back cut low enough to turn heads—she carried an effortless kind of allure. Controlled. Precise. Untouchable. Very much a match for someone like Rafe… though she hadn’t come here for him.Or at least, that’s what she told herself. Inside, Sofia greeted her with too much enthusiasm. You made it!” Sofia beamed, pulling her into a quick hug. “I was worried with the storm,Rafe can’t —”Sofia,” Nadia cut in calmly, stepping back. Her sharp eyes scanned the house. “Where is he?”Sofia froze for half a second. Too quick for most people to notice.Notfor Nadia.He’s… out,” Sofia said. “Like I told you. Nadia’s gaze didn’t soften. “You said he knew I was coming.”He doesSofia.The single word landed heavy.Upstairs, unseen, Rafe Cameron leaned slightly against the railing, hidden in shadow. He hadn’t planned to stay. He had planned to leave.Until he heard Nadia’s voice.Now he wasn’t going anywhere.Downstairs, Nadia crossed her arms slowly.You texted me saying Rafe said I could stay. That I could bring a friend. Girls’ sleepover,” she said, her voice cool but rising beneath the surface. “You told me to bring a backless nightdress. That he wouldn’t even be here.”Sofia swallowed.What were you thinking?” Nadia continued. “I wouldn’t just walk into someone’s house without them knowing. Do you understand what that looks like?”Rafe’s jaw tightened slightly upstairs.He’s going to think I showed up on my own,” Nadia added. “Not th