Unholy Matrimony
Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year.
Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him.
But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground.
The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 85 – PunishmentEveI’m lying in bed, stiff as a corpse, wearing a black slip that feels less like lingerie and more like a shroud. I haven't slept. I haven't read the book lying open on the nightstand. I’ve spent the last four hours staring at the ceiling, replaying the fight in the gym, listening for the sound of his footsteps.He didn't come to dinner.Luciana brought a tray up to the room, her eyes averted, sensing the radioactive fallout in the house. I picked at a salad. I drank two glasses of wine.Now, I wait. My heart kicks against my ribs with a traitorous, frantic rhythm when I hear the door opening.Dominik must have showered in a different room. He’s wearing nothing but black sleep pants that hang low on his hips, exposing the V-cut of his pelvic muscles. His hair is damp, combed back from his face. His expression is terrifyingly blank.He doesn't look at me. He walks to the dresser, removing his watch. The heavy gold clinks against the wood."You’re still awake," he states. "It’s har
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Chapter: Chapter 84 – Words That CutEveThe library is too quiet. The bedroom is too big. The entire East Wing of the mansion feels like a mausoleum built to house the corpse of my dignity.I’m pacing the hallway, my heels clicking a frantic, staccato rhythm on the marble.Dominik didn't just insult me at breakfast. He eviscerated me. He took the fragile, tentative respect we’ve been building for the last week and fed it into a woodchipper.And the worst part? The part that makes bile rise in my throat?He’s right about my father.Deep down, in the darkest, most repressed corner of my mind, I know my father sold me. I know he grabbed the opportunity with both hands, when he should have grabbed that gun and shot himself rather than allow me to offer myself as sacrifice in his place. But I need to believe the lie. I need to believe I’m a martyr saving a good man from a bad situation. Because if what I actually did was sign away my freedom, in exchange for the life of a father who made bad choices and would rather see me
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Chapter: Chapter 83 – The ReminderDominikThe breakfast table is a landscape of cold porcelain and even colder silence.Eve is sitting at the opposite end of the long mahogany table. She’s wearing a high-necked, sleeveless black blouse that covers the diamond collar I forced on her yesterday, but I know it’s there. I can see the outline under the halterneck.She hasn't looked at me since she sat down. She’s pushing a piece of melon around her plate with a silver fork, her movements mechanical.She’s back to hating me this morning.It’s for the best.Hate is a clean fuel. It burns hot and fast, and it keeps the engine running without clogging the gears with sentiment. Yesterday in the jewelry store, I reminded her of the hierarchy. I reminded her that she’s my possession.One with unexpected uses and depth, but still an object, bought and paid for. I hurt her pride, which was unavoidable. I needed to do it. The last few days, feeling like we’re equal partners, the shared laughter in the elevator, the way I held her in
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Chapter: Chapter 82 – The Anniversary of NothingEveThe air in the back of the Maybach is distinct. It smells of hand-stitched leather, Dominik’s sandalwood cologne, and the crushing weight of things left unsaid.It’s been four days since I took control of the political sector. Four days since we fucked in the elevator like animals desperate to outrun a cage. Since then, Dominik has been distant.Not cold exactly. He speaks to me. He touches me. He strategizes with me. But the frequency is different. The warmth that flickered in the dark bedroom that night, the ibuprofen, the hot water bottle, holding me because I was in pain, has vanished like it never happened.I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or disappointed by it.He treats me like a high-performance weapon. He keeps me oiled, loaded, and pointed at his enemies, but he sets me aside as soon as the shooting stops."Where are we going?" I ask, watching the city blur past the tinted windows."Fifth Avenue.""I don't need more clothes, Dominik. My closet is already overflowing in
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Chapter: Chapter 81 – The Tipping PointEveI’m half-sitting on the arm of Dominik's chair, watching Senator Miller looking decidedly uncomfortable on the opposite side of the desk."He’s sweating," I murmur in Dominik’s ear, capping the fountain pen I just used to sign as witness to the contract. Pretending like I’m not the one who put it together.Dominik is leaning back in his obsidian chair, one leg crossed over the other, looking like he owns every atom in the room."Of course he is," he replies lazily. "He just realized he sold his soul."Across the desk, Senator Miller is dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. He looks smaller than he did at the Gala. The bluster is gone, replaced by the nervous twitch of a man who knows he’s stepped into a trap he can't chew his leg out of."This clause about the oversight committee," Miller stammers, pointing a trembling finger at the document. "It gives you veto power over zoning permits issued to any other applicants. We never discussed that. It puts me in a very precarious po
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Chapter: Chapter 80 – The WallDominikThe heavy bag swings violently on its chain, shuddering under the impact of my fist.The first jab is for the negative test.The second is for the look in Eve’s eyes on the way home.The third is for the moment of weakness three nights ago when the sight of her, confused and in pain, turned me from a Don into a terrified civilian.I attack the bag with everything I have, but even this ferocity refuses to wipe that night from my memory. The plunge from euphoria to dismay, which then took an unexpected detour to comfort and affection.I stop, chest heaving, sweat dripping from my nose onto the rubber mats of the home gym. My knuckles are raw inside the wraps, stinging with a welcome, sharp pain.Physical pain is easy. You bleed, you heal, you move on.The knot in my chest is not as simple.It’s been three days since the gala. Since the phantom pregnancy dissolved into disappointment.I’m still upset. I want an heir. I want a legacy cemented in blood and bone.But under the disa
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath
"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals... His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth... The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it... 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it."
He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart.
Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him.
But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger.
The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty.
Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once.
He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need.
This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 201 – Blood Oath RenewedEliBlackthorn has never been this quiet.Not even the wind dares to whisper by the time the moon climbs to its full height. The air feels carved from silver and smoke.The courtyard has been cleared and ringed in torchlight. The brazier stands at its center, an old iron thing, carved with the same runes we all wear over our hearts. Someone polished it until it gleams.One by one, the pack gathers. Jace and Hazel first, their shoulders brushing as they take their place. Mara stands tall beside the flame, her face half-lit, half-shadow, the perfect commander even in peace. Vaughn’s here too, his Hollowrock wolves hanging back near the gates, silent and respectful.Ronan steps forward and the hush deepens. The light catches on his hair, the scar along his jaw, the metal clasp of his knife belt. He looks like something carved out of the mountain itself. Steady, eternal, a little terrifying.And somehow, mine.He gestures for me to join him and my feet move before my brain catches up. The
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Chapter: Chapter 200 – The Alpha’s AllyMaraPeace has a lot more paperwork than war. Stacks of it, that needs to be filed in triplicate.By the second week of relative calm, my desk looks like it’s trying to breed.There are requisitions from Hollowrock, reports from Silvercrest, border patrol updates, trade agreements, hunting permits, and an entire pile of anonymous suggestions about which packs we should ally with and what to demand from them.I’ve fought Redmaw raids with less aggravation.Eli says I should be grateful. “You wanted stability,” he told me yesterday, sprawling across my chair like he owns it. “This is what stability looks like. Boring. Bureaucratic. It’s up to you to make it sexy. Be creative. Create moments of joy. Maybe you can seduce Alpha Vaughn on your desk?”I threw a quill at his head, which he caught easily and called ‘proof of your deep affection for me.’He’s been more unbearable than usual since we got back. Ronan keeps him too busy to cause real trouble, but that doesn’t stop him from meddl
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Chapter: Chapter 199 – The Lesson of ControlJaceThe cold seeps into me from below. An unforgiving contrast to the furnace that burned between us before we were too tired to keep going and passed out in each others arms. It's not the biting cold of the storm anymore, but the deep, damp chill of the ancient stone radiating up through the thin blanket. My muscles are tight, humming with the thick, glorious ache of the aftermath.I open my eyes and the sight that meets me makes the breath still in my lungs. Hazel lies next to me, her body curled into mine, her skin catching the light of the dying fire. She’s perfectly exposed, and the sight of her drives a heavy, thick ache of possession through my groin. I prop my head up on an elbow, breathing deep, savoring the musk of sweat, sex, and rain that still clings to her. Even in slumber, I felt the victory, but now it burns with the heat of a thousand suns. The relentless wolf I unleashed has done its work. The General is back in charge for now, but the wolf’s satisfaction is abso
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Chapter: Chapter 198 – FinallyHazelWhen he kisses me, it’s a collision. A violent, possessive claim that shatters the fragile composure I’ve been building for a year. His mouth should be declared a dangerous weapon. I lose my breath. I lose my name. For a moment all I can do is hold on to his shoulders in order to stay upright. My sanity is lost somewhere between us. He pulls back an inch, his dark eyes burning. “Still angry?”“Please kiss me again,” I beg in a whisper, the raw submission making my voice shake. I’m a strong, independent female. Unless Jace and nudity is involved apparently.He does, without hesitation. The second kiss is slower, deeper, the kind that rearranges your idea of what breathing is for. I’m so hot, I want to cast off the blanket covering me. I forget the actual fire until his large, rough palm slides up the back of my neck and the raw warmth of his skin outshines it. Every bit of snark deserts me at once. I am left bare. “Tell me to stop, Delta,” he says, voice rough with command. Not
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Chapter: Chapter 197 – The WatchtowerHazelWhen the rain starts sluicing down and it’s immediately obvious that the bridge will be flooded and impassable, I’ve already decided I’m going to kill Eli.Not quickly. Slowly. With paperwork. Because if there’s one thing that little fucker can’t stand, it’s tedium. Rain sheets across the ridge, swallowing the road behind us like a greedy beast. The old watchtower looms ahead, gray stone half-crumbled, its door hanging by one hinge. The ruinous isolation is not why I’m afraid to run in there. The being trapped with Jace in a confined space, all by ourselves, is a much more daunting prospect.Jace’s voice cuts through the downpour. “Get inside. Now.”He doesn’t shout. Authority just lives in his tone, heavy, absolute and unquestionable. I shoulder past him out of sheer spite, dripping water everywhere, and drop my pack with a rebellious thud. None of this is actually his fault, but somebody has to bear witness to how fucking pissed off I am.“Wonderful,” I mutter. “Trapped. Cold
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Chapter: Chapter 196 – A Trap of His Own MakingEliSome people meddle quietly. I prefer style.The morning feels too calm. The pack is busy rebuilding, Ronan’s being disgustingly competent, and I’m restless. I’ve already decided happiness shouldn’t be hoarded, now I just have to find a way to spread the joy. Specifically in Hazel and Jace’s direction. Anyone unfortunate enough to get stuck in a room with the two of them ends up feeling like they’ve walked into a lovers’ quarrel halfway through act two. Where the lovers in question are studiously ignoring each other. It’s unhealthy.So, naturally, I take it upon myself to fix it.It takes a bit of wrangling to get all the pieces into place, and a hell of a lot is riding on the weather doing what it’s supposed to, but by mid-morning the ball is rolling.Hazel needs to pick up a supply delivery from Hollowrock. A handful of barrels stored near the old watchtower halfway down the ridge road. Normally, she’d drag two juniors with her. Today, she’s getting Jace.She doesn’t know that y
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A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath
"I slam into him and he screams. A hoarse, broken, beautiful noise bursts out of him as I drive in all at once, a harsh, staking claim. He’s gripping me so tight I can barely breathe. He’s fire. He’s home. He writhes, his hands clawing at the sheets. I force myself to be still, to wait and let him stretch, to let his body take me. I’m buried so deep I feel like I’m touching his soul."
Kieran Arnulf is an Alpha with a target on his back. Inheriting a pack broken by his father’s cruelty, he's determined to rule with mercy rather than fear. But to the vipers on his council, mercy looks a lot like weakness. When a massive, tattooed warrior from the enemy Redmaw pack surrenders at his gates, Kieran makes a controversial choice. He allows the wolf to come inside.
Alexei Basov is dangerous, insolent, and far too attractive for Kieran’s peace of mind. He claims to be a defector with vital intel on an impending war, but he looks at Kieran like a meal he’s dying to devour. He’s a brawler who solves problems with violence, a stark contrast to Kieran’s polished diplomacy.
As assassins strike from the shadows and political tension reaches a breaking point, Kieran is forced to rely on the one man he shouldn’t trust. Alexei appoints himself Kieran’s shadow, protector, and personal tormentor.
But the tension simmering between them is more than just political. Behind closed doors, the power dynamics shift. Kieran discovers that the only place he can truly let go of control is in the arms of the savage wolf who wants to claim him.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 195 – The CeremonyKieranMy hands are shaking.I stare at them. They’re pale against the heavy, blue velvet of the ceremonial robe. I clasp them together, willing the tremors to stop, but my pulse is hammering in my wrists like a trapped bird.Having all my bits dangling freely under the robe, and knowing the entire pack will be getting to see them up close and personal soon, is not helping."You look like you’re going to a funeral," Eli says. “This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Breathe.”He’s adjusting the collar of my robe. His touch is surprisingly gentle, despite the sharp edge of his tone. He’s wearing a silk tunic the color of wine, paired with tight black leather trousers, and for once, he isn't vibrating with chaotic energy. He looks solemn."It feels a little like a funeral," I whisper. "My dignity is dying today.""Don't be dramatic," Eli chides, smoothing a wrinkle on my shoulder. "It’s a mating ceremony. It’s ancient. It’s sacred.""It’s voyeuristic," I hiss. "We are goin
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Chapter: Chapter 194 – Loving a BratRonanLoving Eli is like trying to hold a storm in a glass jar. It is beautiful, chaotic, and if you take your hand off the lid for even a second, the glass will shatter and the roof will blow off.I’m currently polishing the silver clasps of my ceremonial cloak. We’re in the guest chambers of the Silvercrest Keep. In the west wing this time, so my little storm is satisfied with that much at least.The stone is thick, the air cool, but Eli is doing his best to heat the room with sheer, bona fide nonsense."I'm just saying," Eli says, pacing the rug in front of the hearth. He’s wearing a black silk robe that’s falling off one shoulder, revealing the pale skin he knows I like to mark. "Alexei is enthusiastic. He has the spirit. But does he have the technique? Does he understand the nuance of the knot? The psychology of the bind? The importance of aftercare after a good spanking?"I don’t look up from the silver. "Alexei killed a warlord with his own hammer Eli. I don’t think he needs a
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Chapter: Chapter 193 – Unsolicited AdviceKieranI’m trying to organize the seating chart for the feast. It’s a logistical nightmare that requires the strategic mind of a general and the patience of a saint. I have the former. I am rapidly losing the latter."You can't put Elder Merryweather next to the drum circle," Eli says. He’s currently lying upside down on my chaise lounge, his legs kicking idly in the air, blood presumably rushing to his head and fueling his insanity. "She has a delicate constitution. The bass will liquefy her brain.""Elder Merryweather is deaf in one ear," I reply, moving a small wooden token representing the Elder to the far end of the table. "I’m placing her near the cheese board. It’s the only thing she loves more than complaining.""Fair," Eli concedes. He rolls over, tumbling off the chaise with a grace that is entirely annoying, and lands on his feet. He wanders over to my desk, picking up a quill and tickling his own chin with the feather. "So. The seating is boring. Let's talk about the imp
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Chapter: Chapter 192 – The VisitorsEliThe invitation is heavy.It’s thick, cream-colored cardstock that feels expensive between my fingers. It smells like cedar and ink and a little bit of Kieran’s nervous sweat, though that might be my imagination. The calligraphy is elegant and precise. Kieran probably did it himself.The Silvercrest Pack invites you to witness the Mating Union of Alpha Kieran and Alexei of Silvercrest.I read it once. I read it twice.Then I shriek.It isn't a dignified sound. It is a high-pitched, tea-kettle noise that startles the birds out of the trees near our porch.“Finally!” I yell, waving the card in the air like a flag of victory. “Finally! The idiot did it! The absolute pinecone finally popped the question!”Ronan is sitting on the steps, whittling a piece of wood. He doesn't look up, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “I take it the courier arrived. We already knew this was coming.”“The courier arrived, delivered the goods, and made my year,” I say, hopping down the steps to shove th
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Chapter: Chapter 191 – I DoAlexeiKieran is vibrating. Not literally, but his wolf is right under the skin. It’s a low-level hum, a static charge that makes the hair on my arms stand up whenever he brushes against me. And he’s brushing against me a lot.We’re walking through the woods, the trees thick and ancient around us, their branches tangling together like fingers laced in prayer. The moon is high, a bright, watchful eye that turns the leaves into silver coins. It’s quiet, save for the crunch of our boots on the dirt and the distant, rhythmic chirping of crickets.Usually, silence with Kieran is easy. It’s a settled thing. Like dust motes floating in a sunbeam. But tonight, the silence has teeth. It’s heavy, filled with unspoken words and a frantic energy that radiates off him in waves.He stops suddenly, turning to look at a particularly knotted oak tree as if he’s never seen a tree before.“Do you think the moss is thicker on the north side?” he asks in weirdly strained voice.I blink at him. “I don’t k
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Chapter: Chapter 190 – The UltimatumKieranThe sun is too bright. It cuts through the gap in the curtains, a relentless, golden intruder demanding that the day begin.I squeeze my eyes shut and burrow deeper into the warmth beside me."You're awake," a rough voice rumbles.I feel the vibration of the words against my chest and open one eye blearily. Alexei is watching me. He’s propped up on one elbow, his hair a chaotic halo of honeyed waves, his face scrubbed clean. The bruise on his jaw is blooming into a spectacular shade of purple, but his eyes are clear."I’m not awake," I mutter, turning my face into his neck. "I’m in a coma. Wake me next spring."Alexei chuckles. He runs a large, warm hand down my spine, his calloused fingertips snagging slightly on the silk of my skin. It anchors me. It reminds me that I’m here, in my bed, and not in the cold, empty void of the last month."The pack is waiting, Alpha," he says softly. "They’re nervous. They think you're going to come out breathing fire and start hanging people.
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Chapter: Chapter 146 – All the Little ThingsSophiaSix months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me.The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.The cost of truth doesn’t fit neatly between two covers. But it’s there, invisible ink only I can see.Marcus reads it sometimes when he thinks I’m asleep. I catch him with the lamp on, brow furrowed, finger tracing the words like they’re more dangerous than bullets. When I ask, he only shrugs and says, “You wrote truth like a blade. I’m proud of you.” And maybe that’s the only review I’
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Chapter: Chapter 145 — Sentencing & PromisesMarcusThree weeks is just enough time for the adrenaline to drain from your veins and leave only the ache behind.The courthouse looks the same as it did during the trial. Columns like stone sentries, the hum of cameras outside, the smell of disinfectant that clings to your clothes. But today is different. Today isn’t testimony or strategy. It’s judgment.Elena sits at the defence table in a charcoal suit, hair pulled sleek, eyes forward. She doesn’t look at me, not once. Maybe she knows if she did, I’d see the cracks. Maybe she doesn’t want me to.The judge’s words are measured, deliberate. Twenty-five years to life. The gavel strikes, and the sound echoes like a door slamming shut.Elena doesn’t flinch. Not outwardly. But I see the minute twitch of her jaw. It’s the performance of a woman who’s lost everything but refuses to give the audience the satisfaction of seeing her break.My hands are locked together in my lap, the pressure of my fingers digging into my palms. Relief crashes
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Chapter: Chapter 144 – Jamie’s JoyJamieIt happens on the sidewalk, of all places.One second I’m fumbling for my phone outside Noah’s bakery, the other I’m staring at the metal glint of a key in his palm.He just holds it there, no ceremony, no little velvet box. Just Noah in his flour-dusted hoodie, cheeks pink from the November chill, saying, “I thought you should have your own key to my apartment. For… whenever.”My stomach flips like I just jumped out of a plane without checking the parachute straps.I take the key before I can overthink it. It’s warm from his hand, heavier than a normal key should be.“Wow. Romantic,” I say, voice wobbling around the sarcasm. “No speech? No flowers? Just handing it over like you’re loaning me your Netflix password?”He smirks, “Do you want flowers? I could go get you some and we can re-enact the whole thing.”“Only if they’re edible,” I shoot back. “A cookie bouquet, preferably.”But the joke doesn’t hide the truth buzzing under my skin. This is big. Monumental. And terrifying.
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Chapter: Chapter 143 – The AftermathSophiaThe verdict follows us like a shadow all the way home. Elena’s mask has finally cracked, and the jury cut her down piece by piece. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.Marcus’s hand stays clamped around mine as if letting go would undo it all. Even as we step into his apartment, the air heavy with silence, he doesn’t release me. His suit jacket drops to the chair, his tie half-loosened, but the tension in his shoulders doesn’t ease.Neither does mine.I know what he’s thinking. What we’re both thinking. This is the end of Elena’s reign, but probably not the end of her shadow. Still, for tonight, I don’t want shadows. I want him.I tug on his hand and lead him toward the bedroom without a word.He stops in the doorway, eyes storm-dark, voice rough. “Sophia…”I don’t let him finish. My lips press to his, hungry, needy, dissolving everything in the heat. He groans into my mouth, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other spreading over my lower back.The kiss deepens frantically, like we’
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Chapter: Chapter 142 – Elena’s FallMarcusThe courtroom hums like a beehive, every whisper and cough magnified under the vaulted ceiling. The judge adjusts his glasses, the jury files in, pens scratch on yellow pads. But all of it blurs the second Elena Vasquez rises from the defense table and smooths her dress.She doesn’t look like a woman on trial for laundering millions, conspiring with the mafia, and ordering hits on several people. She looks like the Elena I used to know. The one who could charm senators at fundraisers and dance barefoot in her penthouse with a glass of Bordeaux.But her eyes give her away.There’s something brittle there, sharp as a cracked mirror.The defense attorney leads her through the opening questions like she’s a guest of honor instead of the accused. “Ms. Vasquez, can you explain how you became entangled with Bainbridge Global?”She exhales sadly, the sound catching faintly on the mic. “I had debts. Gambling debts. I was younger then and did something incredibly foolish. Bainbridge appr
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Chapter: Chapter 141 - First NightJamieNoah’s apartment smells like roasted chicken and potatoes when he opens the door, and for some reason that almost undoes me more than any kiss could.“Hey,” he says, leaning on the frame like he has all the time in the world. His hair’s damp, curling a little at the edges, like he just showered. His shirt is soft gray, sleeves rolled up. Domestic, unfairly gorgeous.“It smells amazing in here,” I manage, stepping inside. My heart’s tap-dancing in my throat. I’ve been on dates before, had flings, hooked up in ways I’d rather not detail. But this feels different. This feels like standing at the edge of something big.The table’s set with candles, actual cloth napkins and two glasses already half-filled with chilled white wine. A loaf of crusty bread sits between us like it’s starring in its own Food Network special.“You’re unbelievable,” I tell him, dropping onto a chair. “It seems unfair that you can cook as well as you bake.”He grins, sliding into the seat across from me. “Did
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