Chapter: CHAPTER 150: TAKING UP SPACESELENE’S POVSpring arrived in Gramercy not with a sudden dramatic thaw, but with a quiet, steady persistence.By mid-April, the heavy winter snows had completely melted from the park lawn, replaced by damp, dark earth and the green sprouts of crocuses pushing up along the iron fence. The air smelled clean, damp, and warm, carrying the crisp scent of fresh rain and budding magnolia trees.I stood on the broad brownstone steps of the Gramercy townhome, looking out over the quiet, sunlit square.I wore a soft lavender silk wrap dress that draped over the full, heavy swell of my bust, wrapping snugly around my waist before falling in generous, sweeping folds over my hips and thighs. In Zurich, and in the dark years before, I had worn rigid, dark suits meant to erase my presence. Today, standing in the bright spring sunlight, I let the wind press the heavy silk against my skin. I was soft, thick, voluptuous, and entirely whole."Mommy! Look! Grandfather says the new rose bushes have roots!
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Chapter: CHAPTER 149: MORNING EMBERS AND MORNING SUNRYKER’S POVThe morning after our wedding was slow, warm, and entirely undisturbed.Pale winter sunlight filtered through the linen curtains of the master bedroom, washing over the bed in soft shades of gold and silver. Outside, snow clung to the pine branches along the Riverdale driveway, but inside, the hearth still glowed with low red embers that kept the chill far away from the glass.I woke up with Selene pressed flush against my chest.Her dark waves were spilled across my shoulder, her soft breath hitting the crook of my neck in steady, rhythmic purrs. One of her smooth, thick legs was hooked over my thigh, and my broad palm was rested securely over the soft, generous curve of her lower belly…right where I had spent half the night pouring myself into her.I didn't move an inch. For five years, my mornings had been cold, calculated, and solitary. I used to think a man’s worth was measured by how efficiently he conquered a morning schedule. Looking down at my wife, her skin flush
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Chapter: CHAPTER 148: THE VOWS WE KEEPSELENE’S POVThe sunlit parlor of the Riverdale townhome felt impossibly warm. Pale winter light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lawn, turning the falling flakes of snow outside into swirling specks of gold.The scent of cedarwood, hot cider, and fresh white gardenias filled the room. There were no publicists, no corporate photographers, and no society reporters peering through the wrought-iron gates. There were only five people standing on the thick aubusson rug: my father, sitting proudly in an armchair with Kai perched on his knee; Ethan, leaning comfortably against the mantelpiece with a glass of sparkling cider; Julian Vance, holding the official state registry; and Ryker.I stood in front of the marble hearth in my floor-length ivory silk gown. The silk draped luxuriously over my bust and wrapped snugly around my waist, emphasizing the full, generous flare of my hips. For years, I had believed that taking up physical space was a flaw to be corrected.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 147: NAMES ON THE STONESELENE’S POVThe early December sun was pale, crisp, and clear, reflecting off the calm waters of the Hudson River outside the Riverdale townhome.In the master dressing room, steam rose from the private bath, filling the air with the scent of wild lavender, cedarwood, and hot linen. I stood before the full-length gilded mirror wearing a soft ivory silk robe that pooled around my ankles. My hair was styled in soft, dark waves cascading over my shoulders, and my skin glowed with a healthy, natural radiance.Five years ago, I would have used corsets and shapewear to squeeze myself down before a major family occasion. Today, looking at the rich, plush curve of my hips, the generous flare of my waist, and the full swell of my bust, I felt powerful, complete, and utterly beautiful in my own skin.My mind drifted back to three weeks ago, right after the final court hearing, when Kai and I were sitting on the window seat in the Gramercy parlor.Kai had been staring out at the park gate, hold
Last Updated: 2026-10-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 146: ROOTS AND EMBERSSELENE’S POVThe autumn wind off the Hudson River carried the crisp, sharp scent of damp earth and salt as Ryker turned the town car through the iron gates of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday. The massive stone mausoleums and ancient oak trees were blanketed in a thick layer of golden-brown leaves that crunched softly beneath our boots.I wore my heavy black wool coat over a charcoal cashmere sweater, my hands tucked deep into my pockets. Beside me, Ryker walked in a matching dark coat, his hand resting securely against the small of my back. He hadn't spoken since we crossed the cemetery bridge, but his broad, steady presence was a constant, unyielding anchor beside me.We stopped beneath the sprawling boughs of a mature weeping willow near the quiet western slope of the grounds.A simple, weather-worn gray granite headstone marked the plot: ELENA KANE. 1968–1997. BELOVED MOTHER.Ryker paused, stepping up to the stone. He didn't say a prayer out loud, but his
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Chapter: CHAPTER 145: UNWEIGHTEDSELENE’S POVThe quiet in the Riverdale master suite wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence of five years ago. It was vast, warm, and utterly peaceful.Outside the tall glass windows, the evening rain had settled into a steady, soft drizzle over the Hudson, blurring the city lights into smudged pools of gold. Inside, the fire in the brick hearth burned down to a low, amber crackle, casting long, dancing shadows across the high ceiling and the wide linen bed.I sat on the edge of the mattress wearing only one of Ryker’s heavy, unbuttoned flannel shirts. My legs were bare, stretching out over the white sheets.Thirty years.Thirty years of believing I was born a flaw in my mother's grand design. Thirty years of shrinking my body, starving my spirit, and forcing myself to apologize for taking up space in rooms where I was meant to stand tall. It wasn't because I was heavy, or awkward, or insufficient. It was because I was the rightful center of everything Catherine had tried to steal.The
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