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Chapter 15: Lisbon was not what Eden expected. It was louder. Softer. Messier. Life came in waves—the sound of gulls, the tang of sea salt in the air, the clang of trams weaving through cobbled streets. But most of all, it came in moments. Unscripted. Unfiltered. Like learning how to love someone again without the scaffolding of scandal. She woke to sunlight and the scent of espresso. Cassian, barefoot and unshaven, read poetry in a language neither of them understood. They laughed more now. Slower. Deeper. With a kind of freedom she hadn’t believed she’d ever earn. And still—The past had a long shadow.And still, the past cast a long shadow.that morning, Eden found a letter in her mailbox.No return address.Inside was a single photograph.Malik. Verena. Herself.Three people caught in a moment at the Wolfe Global gala—smiling at a future that never came. The back read: “Legacies don’t vanish. They wait.” Cassian found her standing by the window, staring. “Still haunting yo

Chapter 14: The days that followed were a whirlwind of headlines, lawsuits, and whispered apologies. Eden's name trended globally—not as Cassian Wolfe's fiancée or a pawn in a corporate scandal, but as a woman who’d stood at the center of a storm and refused to break. Cassian watched the world shift from the shadows. He had never been one for spectacle. But Eden—Eden stood tall in it. Not as a product of his empire, but as a force in her own right. And that, he realized, was what scared the board the most. Verena resigned two days after Eden’s press statement went viral. She left behind a single note on Cassian’s desk: “I built an empire to survive. You burned it to be loved. Maybe you were braver than me.” Cassian folded it and placed it in his drawer beside Eden’s first letter—the one she left when she disappeared. The past, now stacked side by side. But Malik wasn’t gone. Not yet.He turned up in Dubai. A leaked email revealed he'd funneled millions from Wolfe Global’s i

Chapter 13: The morning after the rooftop reunion, Eden woke in Cassian’s bed. Not as a secret. Not as a symbol. But as a woman choosing to stay. The penthouse was quiet. Cassian stood by the window, shirt unbuttoned, tie in hand, watching the London skyline. She sat up, voice raspy. “You always get up this early?” He turned, his eyes softer than she remembered. “Only when everything matters.” She walked toward him, barefoot, heart pounding. “Does it?” He didn’t hesitate. “You do.” They spent the next few days inside a fragile bubble. Cassian postponed meetings. Eden ignored the buzzing phone she hadn’t touched in weeks. The world would wait.They cooked together—terribly. Burnt eggs, oversalted pasta. He taught her how to play chess; she taught him how to let someone else win once in a while. At night, they lay in bed, Still, Eden felt it building—inevitable as thunder. The question neither had asked. “What now?” That question finally arrived on a Tuesday.

Chapter 12: Rain pressed against the train window in quiet, rhythmic patterns as Eden stared out at the blur of the French countryside. Her reflection trembled in the glass like a ghost of herself she no longer recognized.She left Athens before sunrise. No note. No goodbye. Just silence.Her phone’s SIM card lay snapped in half on the marble countertop. She paid cash for the train ticket, leaving no digital trail.Because even the kind of love that burns bright can still become a cage—and she needed air. Not escape. Liberation. She didn’t cry. But her chest ached with a grief she couldn’t name. Paris welcomed her like a secret. She found a tiny studio in the 6th arrondissement above a sleepy bookstore with ivy crawling over the windows. The woman who ran it didn’t ask questions. Eden dyed her hair near-black, bought a long grey coat, and paid in euros.Each morning, she woke to the creak of the wooden floor, the scent of old books, and a kind of quiet that felt like a second ch

Chapter 11: Zurich lay silent beneath a fresh fall of snow, but Eden’s world was anything but quiet. Her heart thudded with the weight of truths revealed, threats looming, and the way Cassian’s fingers had found hers in the dark like a lifeline. But daylight brought no promises. When she awoke, Cassian was already gone. Not a note. Not a whisper. Just cold sheets beside her. Eden dressed quickly, slipping into a grey cashmere sweater and black jeans. She padded barefoot across the marble floor, following the faint sounds of a video call echoing from Cassian’s study. She stopped just outside the door. “I don’t care if Malik thinks he’s already won,” Cassian’s voice growled. “File the injunction. Freeze the accounts. Take back Berlin. And get me Verena. Now.” Verena. The name made Eden flinch. She turned away before he could see her, heart pounding. Was it still war... or was she now a weapon in it? Cassian found her in the sitting room an hour later, curled up beside the f

Chapter 10: The Italian sky was the color of bruised violets when Cassian Wolfe received the call that would change everything. Eden stood on the villa’s terrace, arms resting on the railing, her loose curls pulled into a soft knot. The horizon melted into the sea like watercolors on wet canvas. For a moment, she let herself pretend she belonged in this life of silk sheets and private jets. That the man in the room behind her didn’t carry shadows in his pockets. Then she heard his voice—low, sharp. “No. No delays. Move the money now.” Her spine tensed. She turned and stepped inside.Cassian slammed his phone shut. “We’re leaving. Now.”“What happened?” she asked He didn’t hesitate. “Malik struck. Hijacked a holding company using forged board signatures. If I don’t stop him, it won’t just be assets he’s after—it’s reputation, loyalty, everything.” Eden crossed her arms. “You think he’s trying to take your seat?” “I know he is.” “What does that make me in his story? A pawn? A