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ARIA'S POV“Did I interrupt something?” Xavier glanced between me and Reed.“No.” Reed was quick to respond. “Not at all.”“Go wait for me in the car.” Xavier handed a bag to Reed. Then he blocked my path just as I turned toward the stairs.“Move, Xavier.” My voice was cold, flat.“I want to talk.” He pulled me in, so close I felt his breath fan my face. “Whatever it is, let's talk it out.”“Don't you have somewhere to be?”“I do.” His hand found my waist. “But if it means I can put a smile on my wife's face, I don't mind being late.”Always a smooth talker.“I don't want to talk to you, Xavier.” I pushed at his chest.“Then kiss me.”His lips pressed against mine before I could blink. I hit his chest, pushed against him, and tried to shove him away. But he didn't budge. His hands cupped my face, holding me in place as his tongue swept against my lower lip.My body betrayed me once again.My hands fisted in his shirt as I kissed him back, our tongues mingling, sliding against each oth

ARIA'S POV“Reed.”I found him bent forward over the sink, his palm flat against the wall, shoulders heaving. He was throwing up like his body was trying to expel something that wouldn't leave.I rushed down the stairs and rubbed his back gently. “Are you okay?”“I'm fine.” He wiped his mouth and dropped onto the nearest chair, his face pale and clammy.“Is it something you ate?” I pressed my hand to his forehead. “You're warm. I'm going to get Xavier to…”“No.” He shook his head, his voice weak. “No, it's fine. I just need to relax a bit.”I sighed and stared at him for a moment.“How about I cook you something light to eat for breakfast?” I crouched in front of him. “And probably get you some meds.”“I can't wait for that.” He rubbed his temples. “I have to head out with him in an hour.”“With Xavier?” I checked my phone. “What if I get it ready in fifteen minutes? Something easy on your stomach.”“You don't have to…” He started, but I was already washing my hands at the sink, pulli

IAN'S POV“Please, let us go.” The screams filled the room before we even stepped in.I pushed the door open, my mask firmly in place. Reed followed behind me, his face covered, steps hesitant. I could feel it…the fear radiating off them like heat from a fire. The silent wish to be killed even before it started. That was what my presence did to people. And I enjoyed every single second of it.I grabbed a knife from the table beside me and took slow steps toward them, trailing the sharp edge over the first girl's hand. She tried to pull away, but Kai grabbed her wrist and held it steady.“Which one is it?” My voice was barely a whisper. “Which hand touched her?”“I... I don't know what you're talking about.” Tears streamed down her face. “Just please…”“Fuck!” Her voice shattered the silence as my knife sliced through a finger.“Please!” She sobbed heavily. “Please, I knew nothing about it.”“You can either tell me.” I tilted my head. “Or lose both hands. Your choice.”“The left.” She

IAN'S POV“So that was the deal?” I leaned forward and clasped my hands on the desk. “Xavier, you have to let me know when you make deals like this with Victor.”“It's not like it could be avoided.” He filled his glass with more whiskey. “Besides, you were bound to find out sooner or later. That's if you don't know already.”I froze.“How did you know?” My voice dropped. “Jane told you, right?”“Told me what?” Xavier raised an eyebrow. “That my twin brother has spies all over New York City? I think I know that much about you, Ian.”This fucker always saw through me. Always.“The problem now is, how do we achieve that?” He continued, leaning back in his chair. “Aria loves kids, but I don't think it's the right time to tell her about the bet yet.” He downed his drink and slammed the cup down. “We are running out of time.”“There's no need to hurry.” I blew smoke from my cigarette, watching it curl toward the ceiling. “We just have to make sure Isa doesn't have a child before Aria does.

ARIA'S POV“Reed.” With a bag balanced on my right hand, I knocked with my left for the third time, my back leaning against his door. “Come on, you need to get out of bed.”I raised my hand to knock again, but the door swung open before I could.“Oh! Morning.” I smiled. “Can I come in?”Reed stood at the entrance with messy hair and sleepy eyes, rubbing them with the back of his hand.“Why?” He squinted at me. “It's only eight in the morning.”“Reed, it's ten.” I stepped closer. “And trust me, I'm not a morning person either. But I guess all mothers make this kind of sacrifice for their sons.”“What the…” His eyes snapped open. “Okay. I changed my mind. You can't come in.”He tried to slam the door closed.“Fine.” I hooked my left leg in the gap. “I won't call you my son again. Now, can I come in?”He hesitated, then pulled the door wide open.I stepped inside and looked around. His room was chaotic. Clothes were scattered everywhere. His luggage was wide open, with spilling contents

XAVIER'S POVThe street was wet with rain.I didn't remember walking here. I didn't remember leaving the penthouse, or getting in the car, or stepping out into the cold. But here I was, standing in the middle of a dimly lit alley, the smell of iron and damp concrete filling my nostrils.The sound of people screaming pulled me forward. A woman's voice, high and shrill, cutting through the rain like a blade. Then another voice. Then more.I rounded the corner, and my blood turned cold.A crowd had gathered. Dozens of people, their faces twisted with horror. Some were crying. Some were covering their mouths. Some turned away, unable to look.But I couldn't look away.Because on the ground, lying in a pool of dark, spreading blood, was Ian.His white shirt was soaked with blood, face was too pale, his eyes half-open and staring at nothing. “No.” The word came out as a whisper.I pushed through the crowd, shoving people aside, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Move! Get the fuck out of

MICHEAL'S POV “That's enough torturing baby, I'll like to fuck my wife now.”Ashley giggled, “Waiting for one more minute won't hurt you, Michael.”I groaned. “But I want my baby…”Holy shit.Ashley walked out the bathroom looking like sin itself in those lingerie I love. She walked slowly to me and whispered, “Do you like what you see, Mr Kingston?”I grabbed her throat and whispered against her mouth, “I love it so fucking much.”Then I carried her and laid her on the bed. “Open your legs for me baby.” She opened wide and all I saw was the prettiest pussy, glistening under the dim light with her wetness dripping down her thighs.“Jesus fucking Christ. What a sight!”I took a slow drag with my tongue and she gasped. I kept my tongue on her clit, sucking on that same spot I know she liked.“Baby, yes..fuck right there, don't stop.”She pulled my face closer between her thighs and right now, I don't mind suffocating. I kept on sucking till she was a moaning mess, till I felt she was

ASHLEY'S POV Finally, it's my day. I'm getting married to the love of my life.The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst through the lace of my gown. I stood there in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The veil framed my face perfectly, the gown hugged my body in all the right places. It all still looked like a dream to me.Before I could fully take in the moment, Sophie’s loud voice cut through my thoughts.“Hell no,” she yelled, grabbing a tissue from the table. “You're not going to ruin that makeup for the third time, Ash. Hold those tears in, or I swear I'll give you a reason to.”Jade, who was standing beside her, folded her arms dramatically. “Seriously, if you made that poor makeup artist redo your face again, she’ll probably quit and leave the country.”I laughed through the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “Okay, okay, I promise. I'm not gonna cry.”“Good,” Jade said, pre

MICHEAL'S POV I rubbed my temples, “Baby, please. Get dressed, and let's go. We'll be late for our appointment.”It's been a month since my baby came back home. And I still can't get enough of her. I don't even try to hide it anymore. I hardly go to work these days—instead I work from home. My assistant comes over when necessary, but most of my hours are spent right here…with her. I also made Ashley cut down on her work hours too. She protested, of course, but I wasn't about to let her stress herself, not while carrying our baby.We've been spending more time together lately—movie nights, cooking disasters that turn into laughter, late-night talks where she falls asleep halfway through her sentence. It feels…peaceful. Like everything I’ve been missing finally found its way home to me.And today, today's the day we've both been waiting for. The day we'll finally find out our baby's gender. I've been teasing her for weeks. She's convinced it's a girl. I, on the other hand, feel it in m

MICHEAL'S POV I haven't driven that fast in my entire life. My driver had insisted on taking the wheel, but I couldn’t let anyone else handle it. Not today. Not when my gut told me something was wrong. When I finally pulled up in front of Kate's apartment building, I barely remembered turning off the engine before rushing out. I got to the entrance and was about to ring the doorbell, but the sight in front of me made me freeze.The door was already creaked open.I heard voices, yelling, then…Ashley’s voice.A sharp, helpless kind of panic gripped me as I shoved the door open. “What the fuck is going on here?”And then I saw it.Ashley—my Ashley—was straddling Kate, her messy, her hand raised in mid-air, her breathing ragged. Kate was screaming beneath her, her face already red and streaked with blood. Liam was behind Ashley, gripping her wrist to drag her off.For a moment, I couldn't breathe.What have I done to deserve this from these kids?Both of them froze when they heard me.

ASHLEY'S POV I didn't sleep much last night. I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind wouldn't stop replaying the look on Micheal’s face when he walked out. That silence. That heavy, bitter silence that says you've disappointed me more than I can say. I cried until my throat hurt. And when the tears ran out, I just laid there in the dark, staring at the spot on the bed where he usually slept.It's cold. Empty. It's crazy how fast warmth can vanish when love turns into silence.And now I finally understand what he must've felt every time I pushed him away, every time I shut him out, thinking I was doing the right thing. Maybe this is my punishment—to finally know what it's like to be on the receiving end.But still, none of this would've happened if it weren't for her. Kate.That woman had been nothing but trouble since she reappeared. She keeps pretending to be remorseful, pretending she wanted to fix things. I should've known better. I should've trusted my guts.When I glanced at the

MICHEAL'S POV The moment I walked into the penthouse, Liam was already halfway across the living room, pacing like he'd been waiting for hours.The moment he saw me, the questions followed.“Brother, was she there? Did you get to see her?” he asked immediately, his eyes full of hope and worry.I shook my head, dropped my keys on the counter, and headed straight for the bar.“She's at Jayden's place, but he wouldn't let me see her,” I said, reaching for a glass. “Ashley made sure of that.”The sound of the liquor pouring filled the silence. I downed the shot in one go, letting the burn sit in my chest for a second. I needed it. Anything to keep me sane.Liam sighed, his hands shoved in his pockets.“The only thing you did wrong was not telling her before going to see Kate. This whole thing’s a misunderstanding. She’ll see that eventually.”I poured another shot but didn’t drink it. “Do you think she'll forgive me?”“I do,” he said quietly. “She loves you, Michael. Just…give her time.