Chapter 47 What Remains After the Storm

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• The President's Mate   Chapter 64 Skeletons And Bloodlines

  Eleanor's POVThe drive to the location Jim sent was quiet. Too quiet.The building wasn’t what I expected. Stark. Subterranean. Hidden in plain sight beneath the city. It looked like a parking complex at first—until I stepped out of my car and walked past the reinforced security and I found the glass room perched like a forgotten god above what looked like... a lab. Or worse.Why here, Jim?, I thought.The elevator ride was too silent. The man who escorted me said nothing and simply led me into what could only be described as a glass observatory. Stark. Cold. The view overlooked another structure—one that looked too clean, too clinical. A lab, maybe. But it felt… wrong.Then I saw him."Ah! Eleanor," Jim called, smiling as the doors hissed open. "Come in."I stepped out, cautious, heels clicking against the glass floor.“Thank you, Greg. We’ll take it from here,” Jim told the escort, who bowed slightly and vanished.Jim wasn’t alone.There were others in the room. Three of them.A wo

• The President's Mate   Chapter 63 Bloodlines and Betrayals

  Eleanor's POVThe applause thundered around me, but all I heard was my heartbeat."Thank you very much, Clarity Foundation, for having me!" I said into the mic, my voice ringing smooth and polished through the speaker system, bouncing off the marble walls and settling into the minds of the hopeful audience like balm.I smiled.The cameras loved it.The crowd adored it.I turned and walked off the stage, my custom-tailored ivory-white suit clinging perfectly to my frame, crisp lines, defined shoulders, the very image of a woman who had it all. A first lady. A leader. A mother. The envy of a nation.But they didn't know.They didn’t see the cracks.They didn’t hear me screaming into pillows at night, or notice how many times I gripped the bathroom sink just to remind myself I still existed — how often I bit down on my own emotions until I tasted blood behind my smile.I walked backstage, the bright lights behind me, my heels clicking sharply against the ground like punctuation to a sent

• The President's Mate   CHAPTER 62 Whispers of the Reaper

  DEVON'S POV I didn’t even realise I was still growling until Aria screamed. The sound pierced straight through me—raw and terrified, her little voice slicing through the haze of molten gold that clouded my vision. I blinked, everything in me jerking back to reality, just in time to see her stumble backwards. She hadn't seen what I was. Not fully. Not yet. But she’d felt something. Nathaniel—bless his little heart had bolted into the open space with wild excitement, oblivious, and accidentally crashed into her. He hadn’t meant it, of course. I could tell by the way his small hands immediately tried to steady her, the widening of his eyes in that split moment. But Aria stumbled back, her small feet lost grip, and her mouth shaped in a soft gasp of surprise. Her hair fanned slightly, her arms flailing. The world seemed to slow in that second. My heart nearly stopped. I caught her before she hit the floor. “Hey, hey—baby, I got you,” I whispered, cradling her close to my chest. My

• The President's Mate   Chapter 61 Splinters

  Devon POV Thankfully, Amira burst through the door just in time.“I’m so sorry, Eleanor,” she said, breathless. “I got caught up with some last-minute assignments and didn’t inform you in time about Mr. Rhys arriving with the kids.”Her voice was clipped, professional, but I could see the nerves working beneath her smooth expression.She turned to me and smiled politely. “Oh, Mr. President. It’s good to have you back, sir.”Lucan raised a sharp, silver brow.“Didn’t know the President was out of town,” he said, voice smooth and booming.I felt the barb, but Eleanor was quick. She waved the moment off with a practised smile, her voice light.“It’s okay, Amira. I understand,” she said, then turned to the children with a grin that looked rehearsed. “Now… I bet someone is hungry?”Nathaniel’s hand immediately went to his stomach, giggling. “I’m starving, Momma!”Aria laughed. “Me too!”“Well then,” Eleanor said, ushering them toward the dining hall, “let’s go have dinner before it gets c

• The President's Mate   Chapter 60 The Ghost She Buried

  Devon POVHer words echoed like a curse, unravelling themselves in my mind no matter how many times I tried to shut them out."You took everything from me, Devon. You shattered my family. And I will make sure every single one of you pays for it."Her voice followed me like a second shadow.Even as I sat by the edge of the pool where she’d left me minutes ago, wet footprints trailing behind me, heart still pounding from what she said — that one sentence kept repeating.Like a crack in the earth suddenly splitting wide open.I barely heard the sound of my breathing. I was too busy trying to make sense of it.Everything?She said I took everything?What the hell did that even mean?Eleanor had said a lot of things to hurt me before, but this… this was different. She’d never looked at me like that. Like I’d become the villain in a story I didn’t know existed.And then she said it—she had a brother. A brother I never knew about.When did that happen?Why didn’t she ever tell me?What else

• The President's Mate   CHAPTER 59 Tainted Lane

  Devon POV The ride back to the residence felt like being dragged through thick fog laced with thorns. Every bump in the road rattled through my bones like echoes of the war I was still fighting inside and out.I sat in the passenger seat, still and unmoving, as if, if I had breathed too hard; the whole world might come crashing down. Franco was driving. Silent, focused. His knuckles were white on the wheel. I could hear the wind rushing past us through the closed windows, the way it always sounded when you’re drowning in your own thoughts.My chest… gods, my chest felt like it was being crushed in a vice. That familiar tightness. Not fear. Not entirely. Just weight. The kind that settles on your soul and never lets up. The kind you don’t cry through — because you can’t. Because even your grief has given up.Jimmie was still gone.And every fibre of my being was just trying to stay alive long enough… for him. To hold on to the bond we were only beginning to understand. To fight for wh