LOGINCHAPTER 201: DIANA IS MY GUEST CATHERINE:I kept myself busy, making sure I didn't make any mistakes with this dinner. Since it was Jordan's favourite, I wanted it to be perfect. I was just putting the finishing touches on the blackened shrimp, the smell of the spices and the garlic-butter asparagus swirling through the kitchen, when I felt his scent, then his familiar arms wrapped around my waist. Jordan was home. He was able to step into the kitchen without making a single sound. He leaned in, pressing a warm kiss against the side of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that usually made my knees weak."Smells incredible in here," he murmured, his voice deep and tired. "What are you cooking, Kitten?"I turned slightly in his arms, giving him a small smile. "Your favorite. Blackened shrimp and cheesy grits."Jordan’s eyes lit up, a bit of the stress leaving his face. "That’s my girl. I’m gonna go jump in the shower real quick and wash the stress off me. I’ll be downstairs
CHAPTER 200: A NEW THREATCATHERINE:I followed the dealer around, looking at the rows of cars, my eyes lingering on a simple, sleek sedan that looked practical and low-key. "That one," I said, pointing to it. "It’s nice, Jordan. It’s enough for me."Jordan didn't like the car I pointed out. He let out a snort and shook his head. "Catherine, please. You’re a billionaire’s wife and the Luna of the Canon pack. You aren't driving something that looks like it belongs in a grocery store parking lot." He turned to the dealer, his eyes sharp. "Show her the latest Rolls-Royce Spectre. The custom white one with the starlight interior."My heart nearly stopped when the dealer pulled the silk sheet off the car. It was breathtaking—a shimmering, pearlescent white that looked like moonlight captured in metal. The interior was draped in the softest cream leather I’d ever touched, and the ceiling was covered in tiny LED lights that looked like a clear night sky."Jordan, this is too much," I whisper
CHAPTER 199: I NEED TO DISCUSS SOMETHING IMPORTANT WITH YOU CATHERINE:"Get in, Catherine," he said, his voice deep and commanding as usual.I climbed into the passenger side of the SUV, the smell of expensive leather and his woodsy cologne wrapping around me instantly. As he pulled back into traffic, he glanced over at me. "You look tired, Kitten. Did you even eat today?""I had some lasagna with Zoe," I said, leaning my head back against the headrest. "But I totally skipped breakfast. I was so engrossed in a romance novel I was reading this morning that I completely lost track of time."Jordan’s brow furrowed. He navigated the car through the busy city streets with one hand on the wheel. "What kind of book makes a person forget to eat? What’s it even about?""It’s about a girl who fell in love with the wrong man," I said, staring out the window at the passing buildings.Jordan whistled, then chuckled softly. "Oh, that character is gonna get hurt. That’s how those stories always go.
CHAPTER 198: DO YOU LOVE JORDAN?CATHERINE:The restaurant was one of those small, cozy Italian joints with red-checkered tablecloths and the smell of garlic so thick you could taste it in the air. I spotted Zoe sitting in a booth in the back, nursing a glass of iced tea. When she saw me walk in—no makeup, messy hair, and looking like I’d just survived a war—she sat up straight."Girl, you look like you haven't slept in a week," Zoe said as I slid into the booth opposite her. "What’s up? And don't give me that 'I’m fine' crap."I slumped against the padded seat and let out a long, shaky breath. "I’m just tired, Zoe. For real. I am so drained."The waiter came by, and I didn't even look at the menu. I just ordered a large plate of lasagna and a lemonade. I needed comfort food, and I needed it fast. Once the waiter left, I leaned across the table."It’s my mother in-law," I whispered, like the woman could hear me from miles away. "She’s been picking on me every single second. And Jordan
CHAPTER 197: MAKING COFFEE FOR LUNA ELIZABETH CATHERINE:It was barely 5:AM when I dragged myself out of bed. The room was still chilly, and the mansion was quiet, except for a few servants who had just come out to start cleaning the house. I was up early because I had a task. I headed straight for the kitchen, my feet moving quietly on the hardwood floors. I was going to make coffee for Luna Elizabeth and serve it to her in her room.Some people would’ve looked at me and said I was being humiliated, acting like a maid in my own house. But they didn't get it. I wasn't being a slave; I was being a soldier. I was determined to win this battle, and if that meant playing nice to the woman who tried to hex me, then so be it.I brewed the coffee exactly how the head maid told me she liked it—strong, black, and hot enough to melt lead. I carried the tray up the stairs, my heart doing a nervous little dance in my chest. When I got to her heavy oak door, I took a deep breath and knocked twice
CHAPTER 196: YOU AREN'T SAFE IN THAT HOUSE, CATHERINE CATHERINE:The living room felt like a graveyard after Seraphina the witch finally gathered her charcoal shawls and vanished into the night. My heart was still beating fast against my ribs like it wanted to escape from my chest. The air was thick with the scent of burnt herbs and the lingering vibration of that woman’s scratchy voice.Jordan was staring straight at his mother, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of amber. "Did you really do it, Mom?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating with a growl. "Did you truly pay that witch to lay a curse on my wife?"Luna Elizabeth didn't look bothered. She smoothed down her silk dress, looking as cool as an ice cube. "That woman is delusional, Jordan," she said, waving a hand like she was brushing off a fly. "She has no idea what she’s talking about. I brought her here to unravel the mystery behind that mysterious attack on you. How was I supposed to know she had gone mad? If she’s making
CHAPTER 151: GETTING ENGAGED CATHERINE:The ride to the restaurant was quiet, but it wasn't a peaceful kind of quiet. Jordan kept his hand locked over mine the whole way, his grip firm, but his eyes were fixed on the road like he was a million miles away. Seeing Jordan so brooding made me wonder
CHAPTER 150: ARE YOU GIVING US YOUR BLESSINGS?JORDAN:I parked the SUV in the VIP slot at St. Jude’s, feeling the weight of the evening ahead. Beside me, Catherine looked radiant in that forest green dress. It hugged her in all the right ways, making my possessive instincts flare up every time a p
CHAPTER 147: DIANA AT IT AGAIN JORDAN:I walked into the office this morning feeling lighter than I had in years. It was a weird, unsettling kind of contentment that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I’ve had sex before—plenty of it. I’ve taken virgins before, too; I’ve defiled more than a few in
CHAPTER 149: AS LONG AS YOU DON'T BETRAY ME CATHERINE:The heavy door creaked open, and I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The air in the room got ten degrees colder the second she stepped inside. Eve, the maid with the permanent scowl, marched in with a silver tray. She obviously







