Novels by Becca jiri

Chapter 59:Caroline's POVThe clock ticked steadily in the background, a quiet rhythm that did nothing to calm my nerves. I sat curled in Kane’s leather armchair, one of his shirts draped over me, his scent still clinging faintly to the fabric. It brought a small comfort in the vast silence that now filled the house.My hands rested on my belly, fingers tracing slow, absent circles over the place where life stirred, three little heartbeats, three little souls waiting to meet the world.He said he wouldn’t be long.But minutes had stretched into hours.The fire had burned low in the hearth, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, and outside, the sky had begun to darken with early evening clouds. I had barely touched the tea that had gone cold beside me.I hated waiting.Every time Kane left, I worried.Not just because of the enemies circling like vultures, or the scandals surfacing at the Art Company. But because I knew the weight he carried. And I knew how much more he’d

Chapter 58:Raymond’s POVThe heavy gates creaked open, letting me into the estate that once belonged to my brother.No, it still belongs to him, technically.In the eyes of the world, I was Jayson Reynolds.My boots echoed sharply against the polished marble floors as I stepped into the mansion, the air rich with the scent of old wood and lies.Everything looked the same.Almost.Except now, I walked these halls as a ghost wearing another man's face.I moved past the grand staircases and glittering chandeliers, heading straight for the west wing…To the door no one else dared open.I keyed in the code.The wall gave a soft hiss before sliding open, revealing the hidden staircase winding downward into the earth.The deeper I descended, the colder it grew and…. the heavier the truth weighed on my chest.No one knew that Jayson Reynolds was already dead.That I had been the one to put him down.I hadn't planned it at first. But when Jayson appeared that night, running from his past from

Chapter 57: Caroline's POVI didn’t think the world could feel so still.The sunlight slanted in through the chapel windows, soft and golden, washing everything in a surreal glow. Kane stood at the end of the aisle, wearing a sharp black suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone like he refused to be anything but himself even on our wedding day.My heart thundered wildly against my ribs as I walked toward him.There were no crowds. No grand spectacle. Just a few people we trusted or as close to trust as we could afford.And somehow, despite everything... Kelly was here.He stood off to the side, hands shoved in his pockets, watching with a strange, unreadable expression. His presence was heavy, complicated but for once, it didn't feel like a threat.I tightened my grip around the small bouquet in my hands.This wasn’t the wedding little girls dreamed about. It wasn’t laced in glitter and fantasy.It was bruised. Battered. Raw.When I reached him, Kane took my hands in his roug

Chapter 56Caroline's POVThe next morning broke quietly, light slipping through the windows like cautious hope. I sat by the edge of the bed, running a hand over my slowly rising belly. The triplets were calm, but I knew that wouldn’t last. They always moved more when Kane was near, like they could sense him.Kane was still asleep behind me, one arm stretched lazily across the bed, the faintest frown creasing his brow even in rest. I’d watched him sleep for hours, memorizing the lines on his face, the way his chest rose and fell. Last night had changed everything. He had let me in completely. And I had decided I wasn’t going anywhere.I stood up, careful not to wake him, and padded over to the window. The city looked different somehow, like it knew we were at the edge of war. But I didn’t feel fear anymore. I felt ready.Let them come.Let Diane Ross try and twist her poison again. Let Robertson scheme and try to tear Kane down. Let Jayson act like the ghost of yesterday, and Reynold

Chapter 55:Caroline's POVI lay there in Kane’s arms, his breath still warm against my skin, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm. But my mind was far from calm.I wanted to freeze this moment, to trap it between my fingers like glass and never let it shatter. But that was the thing about peace in this world… it never lasted. At least not for me.I tilted my head slightly, watching him sleep, his jaw finally unclenched, brows relaxed, the weight he always carried no longer etched into his face.He looked human like this. Vulnerable. But that didn’t make the storm behind his eyes any less real.And still… I loved him. Damn me for it, but I did.I curled my fingers into the sheet and let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. The babies had kicked earlier, right before everything melted into heat. A reminder that everything had changed.I was no longer just Caroline Parker.I was a woman caught between the past and the future. Between heartbreak and healing. Bet

Chapter 54: Caroline's POV I moaned as his tongue brushed against mine.It had been too long, too many sleepless nights tangled in fear, betrayal, and the weight of what-ifs. But now, with his hands on my waist and his mouth moving against mine, something inside me broke loose.Something raw. Something hungry.I needed this. Needed him.His lips were warm and firm. He kissed me like he’d been holding back for far too long. Like I was something he’d kept behind glass, and tonight, he’d finally shattered it.My hands found his shirt, clutching the fabric, pulling him closer until our bodies touched fully, chest to chest. The heat of him soaked through my skin, making me more aware of his presence.I could feel my pulse everywhere, in my neck, my fingertips, the swell of my stomach.The babies shifted lightly, a gentle flutter like a reminder… but my body didn’t shy away. If anything, the hormones intensified everything. I was burning from the inside out.Kane’s hand slid up my spine,