Novels by Love_Tonic

CHAPTER 3: A SHOT FOR NADIANadia was unsettled,she couldn’t hold it in. She wanted to scream out her frustration and fear. She wanted to hit someone,anyone! Especially Damian Cross! She felt angry! She felt choked,all this time she had tried so hard to protect herself and her brother and all this was skyrocketing so fast, if she doesn’t get half a million in less than two hours.She would never see her brother again. She hit the dashboard of Damian’s car. Apparently when that champagne glass fell out of her hand…Damian had let her away from the prying eyes of everyone,led her to his Lamborghini and sped off. “Fuck!” She screamed as she hit the dashboard again and again and again.Immediately they got back into the penthouse, she raced up the stairs,and brought out her gun and suit. Preparing to kill Varela. Damian in his calmness comes through the big polished door and stops in his tracks..“Nadia…Nadia” he makes to put a hand on her shoulder but she grabs a gun and points it at h

CHAPTER 2: SMILE FOR THE CAMERASThe dream always started with his hands.Warm. Broad. One resting low on her stomach, the other tangled in her hair like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. _“Our baby,”_ He whispered. His voice was gravel and reverence. _“Nadia, look. Our baby.”And she did. A sonogram flickered in the dark behind her eyes. A tiny flutter. A heartbeat that matched hers. She laughed. Cried. Said _yes_ to a future she could taste.Then the light turned white. Sterile. Too bright. The heartbeat stuttered. Pain tore through her — low, wrong, tearing — and someone was saying _“I’m sorry, we lost it”_ in a voice that sounded miles away. His hands were gone.No. She reached for him and the hospital dissolved into screeching metal. Tires on asphalt. A horn. Glass. So much glass, hanging in the air like frozen rain, each shard catching the streetlight and fracturing her face into a hundred Nadias. One of them was screaming. One of the

CHAPTER 1: FORTY FLOORS AND A BILLIONAIREThe wind at forty floors doesn’t whisper. It screams. Nadia Reyes hung from a wire thinner than her patience, 400 feet above downtown, and thought: _This is a terrible idea._ Below her, the city was a circuit board of light. Cars like ants. Sirens like distant crickets. Above her, the CrossTech penthouse glowed gold against the night, all glass and ego and “I’m better than you” architecture. She checked her watch. 2:13am. Security rotation in 47 seconds. Laser grid on a 6-second loop. And one blood-red diamond sitting in a vault.The Ember Diamond. 80 million dollars. One job. Debt paid. Easy. Nadia exhaled and dropped. The wire sang. Her harness bit into her ribs. The building rushed up to meet her and she flipped, boots hitting the glass balcony of the 41st floor with barely a sound. First rule of being The Ghost: if they hear you, you’ve already failed. She pressed her palm to the glass. Thermal scanner. Green light