Mag-log in~Elias~The next morning, the sun is bright as I park my car in the executive lot. I step out, adjusting my jacket, and that’s when I see it—the sleek, charcoal-gray company sedan I had delivered to Alice’s house early this morning.The driver's side door opens, and Alice steps out.My breath catches in my throat. I freeze beside my car, my hand still resting on the door. She is wearing a tailored, dark-red three-piece suit. It fits her curves perfectly, the sharp lines of the vest and blazer giving her an aura of absolute authority. Her hair is down, falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and she is wearing a shade of dark lipstick that draws my eyes straight to her mouth.She looks absolutely stunning. It looks exactly like her, but at the same time, it looks like a completely different woman. She looks like a partner, an equal, a force to be reckoned with.I don't even realize I’m standing there staring like a fool until she walks right past me."Good morning, Elias," she says.
~Elias~She frowns and snatches the envelope form me before I could damage it further. "I've spent more than five months in your company, Elias," Alice says, her voice entirely level as she stands there in the almost darkness of the hallway. "The firm will survive without me. I can leave, and there won't be any side effects to the daily operations.""Yes, but I mean, you shouldn't leave," I stammer, the words tumbling out before I can filter them. My chest feels tight, a strange, suffocating pressure building behind my chest at the sight of that white envelope in her hand. "Why? Why do you want to leave so suddenly? You're the best at what you do, Alice. You know exactly how I want my things done. Why would you just walk away from all of that?"She looks at me, her eyes dark and unreadable. There is a stillness in the air between us, devoid of the usual warmth she brings into my space."If it’s about earlier today," I continue quickly, the desperation in my own voice grating against
~Elias~ I slam my hand down on the desk, the sound vibrating through the wood. "Get out of my office, Alice! I don't want your tarts, I don't want your coffee, and I don't want you hovering over me! Just do your damn job and leave me alone!" Alice freezes. The color instantly drains from her face, leaving her entirely pale. Her eyes are widen in pure shock. I have never, in all the months she has worked for me, raised my voice at her. Never. She handles my schedules, my business, sometimes personal life, and I have always treated her with respect. For three agonizing seconds, she just stands there, her lips parted, looking at me like I’ve just transformed into a monster right in front of her. A sharp, painful flash of hurt crosses her features, her eyes glinting with sudden tears before she forces them back. She doesn't say a word. She just stumbles backward, her movements disorganized, and scrambles out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The echo of the slam rings
~Elias~ I didn’t sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, the same image burned into the back of my eyelids. Sienna. Yesterday was supposed to be a celebration. It was her engagement party. I stood in that crowded, luxurious hotel room, surrounded by her family, friends and some business colleagues, forcing a perfect, professional smile onto my face. I watched Norman Garrison, a man who carries himself like a king, step up to her. I watched the way his hands slid possessively around her waist, the way he looked down at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire universe. And worse, I watched her smile back at him. It wasn't just any smile. It was the kind of smile that meant she felt safe. Completely, utterly safe. Protected and chosen. The triplets were there, laughing and crawling, a perfect little family unit under Norman’s fierce love and protection. I loosen my tie with a sharp, aggressive tug, feeling like the silk is choking me. A heavy, bitter
~Sienna~ I lunge for my phone on the nightstand, but Norman’s hand shoots out, pinning my wrist to the wooden surface before I can grab it. "Put the phone down, Sienna," he rumbles, his chest pressing against my back as he traps me between his body and the edge of the bed. "I just need to check on them, Norman! Just one call to Mom," I argue, twisting in his grip. "What if Noah is crying? What if Naysa won't take her bottle from Nova? I’m just worried. Just give me a moment." Norman doesn't even budge. Instead, he spins me around, his large hands sliding firmly over my waist to lift me onto the edge of the high mattress. He steps between my knees, leaning down until our noses touch. "Your mother has raised you single-handedly, and Nova is more than capable of watching her siblings for one night," he whispers, his voice thick with a playful, dangerous warning. "The babies are fine. But right now, you are in my hands. And I haven't forgotten the promise you made me on the livin
~Sienna~The small, flesh-colored bud in my ear hums with a faint, electric sound as Nova pulls the zipper of my silk gown upward. The sound of the teeth locking together feels final, like a gate closing. To Nova, who is fussing over the lace on my sleeves and humming a wedding march, I am just a nervous bride. But every crackle in that earpiece is a heartbeat in a high-stakes game. My hands are steady, but my mind is a tactical map."You look breathtaking, Sienna," my mother whispers as she steps into the bridal suite. She looks radiant in her champagne-colored dress, her strength fully returned, her eyes clear and bright. She reaches out, smoothing a stray lock of my hair with a hand that no longer trembles. "Are you ready, sweetheart?""More than ready, Mom," I say, forcing a smile while my brain tracks the low, deep voice of the security lead in my ear.“Target is on-site,” the voice whispers. “Disguised in a blonde wig and oversized glasses. She’s moving toward the garden entranc
~Sienna~I exhale quietly and widen my lips, plastering a broad smile on my face as I step inside the church.My long-tailed green dress parts as each of my legs strides forward.I stare up ahead, marching to the altar. Heads turn, their eyes fixed solely behind me, watching, waiting for the main c
~Norman~ I step back and draw in a sharp breath as my eyes rush over her. Her eyes are dimmed, glassy, her lips smeared with lipstick and swollen. I grind my teeth, my chest tightening, but my face gives nothing away. I remain calm, watching her as she does the same. I can’t stop staring. I can’
~Sienna~“You guys are going to love this,” Nova squeals, bouncing in her seat.“Whatever you’ve planned, I just hope it will make me forget about him. I want to have fun, wild fun.”Carol, one of Nova’s cousins, cries.“You shouldn’t cry over that asshole anymore. You deserve better, but first you
~Sienna~Fairy LED lights are woven into the sheer white curtain material. Petals are scattered around the living area, on the floor, table, everywhere. It smells sweet and dreamy.I don’t see Nova.My heart squeezes as my breath rushes. My steps falter as the door clicks softly behind me.“Sienna,







