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By the time we pulled up to the penthouse, my chest was heaving, my skin buzzing like I’d been electrocuted from the inside out. I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the months of restraint. Maybe it was the way he held my hand in the car like it meant something. Or maybe… it was the way he looked at me like he was trying to memorize my every reaction. Nathan stepped out first and came around to my side. Before I could open the door, he pulled it open and leaned in. Then, without a word, he scooped me into his arms like I was something fragile,but also something he’d earned. His scent enveloped me. That damn intoxicating mix of bergamot, smoke, and sin. I gasped quietly, curling into him as he carried me toward the entrance of the penthouse. And then....eyes. Theresa was standing by the hallway, her mouth parting slightly. One of the other guards did a subtle double take. I buried my face into Nathan’s chest. Shit. He didn’t flinch, pause nor acknowled

The air outside was cooler than I expected. It wrapped around my bare shoulders like a silk scarf dipped in relief. I leaned against the stone railing just beside the entryway, staring at the city lights like they held all the answers I didn’t have. Inside, the music still pulsed faintly—just enough to remind me that I didn’t belong in that world of clinking glasses and rehearsed smiles. I needed to breathe. Just a second. Just… quiet. Then came the footsteps. Slow. Intentional. I didn’t turn until I heard his voice. “You always disappear when the party starts getting interesting.” Brian. I looked at him briefly and gave a soft smile, unsure of what to say. He didn’t wait for a reply. He walked to my side, close enough that I could smell his cologne,a smooth blend of cedar and confidence. He stayed silent for a moment, then his voice dropped, softer now. “What happens after you divorce my brother?” My breath hitched slightly. “That’s… direct.” “I mean it

His grin didn’t drop. If anything, it widened. “Relax. It’s not like I hacked your files.” “Then talk.” He shrugged casually, like I hadn’t just threatened to break his jaw. “Amy’s sister told me.” My brows furrowed. “Amy’s what now?” “Her sister. Mia,” he said with a smirk, dragging the name out slowly. “She talks when she’s drunk. And Amy… let’s just say she vents to her sister when she’s not busy being a pain in the ass.” I let go of his shirt, but my eyes never left his face. “And Amy just casually told her sister about my private marriage arrangement?” Brian gave a mock-innocent shrug. “Well, apparently, Amy said something about ‘fake marriage drama’ and how she’s tired of pretending like it doesn’t bother her. Mia heard it, Mia told me. Lucky me, huh?” I stared at him, my jaw tight, head ticking. Then, the idiot said it again. “But I’m serious, Nate. Let me date Ivy.” I blinked. “What?” “I’ll keep it low-key. No media, no drama just me and her. I like her

Nathan didn’t say a word. He just reached for the phone the masked man had set up the one pointed directly at me and picked it up with bloodstained fingers. His jaw clenched so tight, I thought it might snap as he slid it into his coat pocket like it was evidence. Or a personal vendetta. Then, he turned to me. And without asking, without hesitating, he scooped me into his arms. Like I weighed nothing. Like I wasn’t trembling. Shaken. Barely holding myself together. He held me like glass careful, tight, warm and carried me out of that place like a man walking away from war, not victory. His scent hit me first. Cologne and smoke. Anger and safety. My face pressed into his chest, and I hated how much comfort it brought me. My fingers curled slightly into his shirt not out of affection… but because I didn’t know what else to hold onto. I peeked up at him. His face was carved from stone, his eyes stormy and unreadable. But his arms… his arms didn’t shake. They didn’t

I clutched Ivy’s phone like a lifeline as I stormed toward the penthouse building. Ivy wouldn’t have gone to her parents’ place, and she definitely wouldn’t have left without telling me. There was only one other place she could be home. Or whatever you called the luxury castle she now lived in. I reached the gated entrance, but the security guards were already up and alert. “Ma’am, you can’t just walk in here.” “I’m her friend!” I snapped. “Ivy Carter. Your boss’s wife. She left the concert almost an hour ago and hasn’t returned. I need to know if she’s inside!” One of the men narrowed his eyes. “We can’t let anyone in without clearance.” “I swear on my life, I saw her this morning! Ask Theresa! Theresa, the housekeeper!” As if summoned by my panic, the elevator chimed and Theresa stepped into view. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw me. “Tina?” “Thank God.” I exhaled. “Please tell me Ivy’s here.” Theresa looked confused. “What? No, she left with you for the concert, re

NATHAN’S POV The call came in while I was still halfway through a meeting. “Sir,” my security guard’s voice crackled through the line. “Miss Amy just entered the penthouse. She said she was expected.” I was already out of my chair before he finished the sentence. “Don’t let anyone else in,” I snapped. “And don’t call me again until she’s out.” Amy. What the hell was she doing? I sped through the city like a man possessed, barely waiting for the elevator to hit the top floor before storming out. My blood pounded in my ears, my jaw already tight. The last thing I needed was her pulling another one of her stunts. Not now. Not with Ivy there. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I saw her—tall, confident, entitled. She looked like she owned the place. Like she belonged there. I didn’t even spare Ivy a look. Not because I didn’t want to… but because I couldn’t. Not in front of Amy. Not with everything boiling inside me. “Amy,” I growled. She turned slowly, smile already t