Brielle's POV French Polynesia was a slice of paradise straight out of a travel brochure, with the kind of crystal-clear waters that'll make you want to chuck your phone into the ocean and never look back. Like all good things, our little island escape had to come to an end, leaving me with a serious case of wanderlust. I'm still wrapped in the warmth of tropical sunsets, the sweetness of frangipani, and the gentle lap of crystal-clear waters. We're back to our typical lives as the Monroes โBrielle, darling, breakfast's on! And by 'on,' I mean it's a masterpiece that'll make your taste buds sing!โ I swear, Mom's like a big kid sometimes. I love her for it, though. Post-vacation life is all about prioritizing. And, right now, my priorities are twofold: Taming this mane, which has morphed into a wild, wavy beast during our travels, and Satisfying my rumbling tummy with a hearty breakfast. The suitcase, filled with the remnants of our adventure, will just have to wait patie
Brielle's POV โBrielle, we've got a story to tell, and it's a wild one. We were kidnapped in Hawaii. It was scary, but we're safe, and that's what counts.โ I'm in a state of shock. All I can muster is a faint, disbelieving โWhat?โ โUnfortunately, yesโฆ We were held hostage.โ Mom affirms. Basic human decency. It's not that hard. If your life is in danger, tell your children. โWhy didn't you report it to the authorities?โ I ask, unable to fathom why my parents would have kept this ordeal to themselves. โYou were held captive, potentially in dangerโthat's not something you simply move past.โ Mom's eyes fog with uncertainty, and she hesitates before speaking, โWe couldnโt say anything, Brielle. Not if we wanted to remain safe. Andrei, however, guaranteed our protection. He vowed to take care of everything, and we believed him. After treating us to that incredible getaway in French Polynesia, I thought he was just being generous. Perhaps it was his way of making sure we had a gr
Brielle's POV โWe could have a lovely tea party, Ms. Monroeโฆ that is, if you're still reigning supreme as the monarch of Scotland, of course.โ I dead pan, โI'mโฆ I'm not Scotland royalty, Andrei. I'm just a normal person. Whatever gave you that idea?โ โAre you sure? You sounded pretty convincing back there. I believed you were.โ โI was being facetious. It didn't mean anything.โ โOh, I was convinced it was genuine. I thought you were finally confessing your royal roots.โ My lips compress into a thin line. โNow, now, Your Majesty, that scowl is not very regal. Iโm just an innocent bystander, trying to bask in the radiance of your presence.โ I manage a small, ironic laugh. It's a momentary distraction from the uncomfortable truth that still hung in the air. My face falls. I fumble for words like a blind person searching for a light switch. โIโฆ I was hurt. Really hurt, you're seeing someone else. Seeing you with herโฆ it feels like you've moved on without even looking bac
Brielle's POV โI'm not saying you were dating the devil himself, Bri, but Jeremy's got some serious 'bad boy' credentials. How did you manage to overlook all that?โ โOh noโฆ He seemed so genuine. I mean, he won my mother's heart over, which is no easy feat. And now I'm finding out that all of your assets are in his name?โ โIncluding The two companies that secured your freedomโฆ Jeremy's got them in his back pocket.โ โThat can only mean one thing: He's the architect of this entire debacle.โ โMy brother still won't own up to it, keeps denying any wrongdoing. I've done everything in my power to bring him down, scoured every inch of his operationโฆ Jeremy's always slippery, always one step ahead.โ โWhy does he hate you so much?โ Andrei looks all introspective, his eyes shadowed by some deep thoughts as he raises his glass to his lips. โI've got zero patience for Jeremy's entitled BS. We clashed as kids, but when Dad passed away, Jeremy's sense of ownership went into overdrive.
Brielle's POV Andrei and I dance the night away, laughing and spinning to the music. Next thing I know, we're sitting down, and I'm nursing a glass of champagne. I take a swig, just enough to keep my tongue loose. He catches my eye, and every time he does. That grin of his lights up, just a bit." That's a mighty fine smile you got going on." โJust thinking about how beautiful you look tonight.โ I don't feel particularly special, but the way Andrei admires me makes me wonder if I'm missing something. I smile, feeling a flutter in my chest. โThanks.โ My phone pings up on the table and my attention is suddenly drawn to it. There's a lot of notifications, and I'm over here wondering if Ivy and Dr. Lane have formed a tag-team to track me down. Two messages, two distinct emotions. Ivy's text sings a lively, upbeat tune โ "How's it going? Did everything go as planned?โ โ while Dr. Lane's message hums a gentle, reassuring harmony โ "Hi, I'm just checking in to see if everything
Brielle's POV The double doors of the hall part, and our ride is waiting for us, looking all resplendent under the lights. It's the quiet gesture of Andrei wrapping his jacket around me that truly stirs my senses. My beautiful black dress, while stunning, is not quite enough to fend off the frosty night air, and I can't help but shiver involuntarily. His jacket, however, shields me from the cold, enveloping me in warmth that's hard to resist. And He's still got this old-school charm thing going on, always opening doors for me, even when I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself. Once Andrei gets me situated in the front seat of his car, he takes his time exchanging pleasantries with the valet. After a brief chat and a warm thanks, he slides into the driver's seat, shutting the door. He starts the car, lets out a sigh, and says, "Every time I see your Audi in my driveway, I'm reminded of the 'brake' you put on my heart when you left. Now, even the car seems to be 'idling'
Brielle's POV The door's soft click is followed by my own softer โohโ, a tiny expulsion of air as I realize, belatedly, that Andrei's jacket is still slung over my arm. I'm pondering this lapse when Mom materializes on the stairs, a vision in red satin. Guess my internal clock was off โ I could've sworn she'd be dreaming of entrepreneurial summits by now. โBri, there you are.โ Her hands glide along the railing, guiding her steps. โA phone call would have sufficed, but I didn't want to interrupt... whatever was going on with you and Andrei.โ She seems curious, making me a bit uneasy, and I wonder what she might have guessed โ or misguessed. โDad?โ I ask hastily, eager to steer the conversation toward a safer subject, one that doesnโt threaten to puncture the delicate bubble of emotions Iโm trying to hold together. โYour dad's conked out. You know how he transforms into a grizzly bear in hibernation mode when exhaustion strikes โ nothing can rouse him, not even a hurricane wa
Andrei's POV โAre you with me or against me, Odessa? Will you stab me in the back when I'm not looking?โ Cat's got her tongueโฆ and I've got the images with her signature on them. Let's see how long she can keep up the charade. No words necessary. I'm too busy deciphering the hieroglyphics of her faceโฆ She's got a world of pain inside I realize, her laughter a thin veil hiding a deeper wound. Weโve all got our scars, our pastsโOdessa is no exception. And while I donโt know the gritty details of her story, I know that whatever it is, itโs written on her, bold, permanent. "Know what's more likely to happen, Andrei?" she asks. "Me tripping and falling on my own sword than stabbing you in the back." A deep breath, in and out, steadies me. I return with two cups of coffee, and we dive into easy conversation. Odessa and I settle in for what might just be a little less โinterrogationโ and a little more โimpromptu therapy sessionโโnot that Iโm about to admit that to myself. We s
Brielle's POV Final chapter. โFine,โ Jeremy voice cracks with restraint, the single word drawn out in a reluctant admission. I'm low-key freaking out, my heart racing with anticipation. He's just about confessing. โI'm the one who orchestrated the whole thing. I snatched Brielle's parents right from under their noses, ripping them from their picture-perfect lives. i'd kidnapped her, held her captive against her will, and drained your bank accounts. But here's the kicker, Andreiโฆ you're too little, too late. The police are already en route, and they're coming for you, not me.โ I take a deep breath, my eyes burning with determination. โNo way, Jeremy. I won't let you pin Jamie's murder on Andrei. He's innocent." He narrows his gaze at me, โYou know, for a hostage, you're awfully opinionated.โ I sneak a peek at Andrei, and his 'I've got this' expression makes me feel like everything's gonna be okay. I mean, Jeremy's still being his usual, awful self, but with Andrei's ca
Brielle's POV โJust trying to appreciate the finer things in life, Andrei. Like that fine-ass butt.โ I admit feeling my face heat up. He chuckles, clearly enjoying my unabashed admiration, โthat'sโฆ Probably the most creative compliment I ever heard and the way yours fills out that robe is criminal, Brielle.โ I suppress the urge to turn around. This mutual butt appreciation is getting ridiculous โ or ridiculously entertaining. He scans the room, gathering his belongings. Meanwhile, I stand there, a robe-clad without any to change into or not to talk of clothings to put in a box and yesterday's clothes that are so last season โ literally. Just when the silence is about to get deafening, Andrei breaks it with a casual suggestion, โyou should shower first.โ My mind whirs. Iโm thinking, Geez, how do I break this news to him without making it super awkward?โ The last thing I want is to be standing there, naked, with no clothes to put on, while he just stares at me like Iโve gon
Brielle's POV I'm deliciously spent, my senses sated. Andrei executes a brief, yet vital, wardrobe adjustment, then turns around, patting his back invitingly, โOkay, up you go.โ They say โthereโs a first time for everythingโ, and today Iโm getting my inaugural piggyback rideโ. Courtesy of Andrei. With the grace of a seal gliding onto an iceberg, I slide my bare rear off the table, leaving behind only a warm imprint of my departure. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he firmly grasps my thighs, lifting me up. With his support, I hop onto his back. โComfortable?โ He asks. โMhm, perfect.โ Our journey begins with a trio of solid thuds, Andreiโs feet hitting the floorboards of the pavilion as he descends. The night air is refreshingly still and quietโฆ except for the sound of my nervous laughter and Andrei's steady breathing as he navigates the stairs. His usually steady gait falters, his foot catching on some unseen obstacle, and my weight threatens to send him
Brielle's POV He leans in again, His mouth hovering over my breast, โHow many white lies have you told?โ โOne.โ He pulls back, โThink again.โ I knit my brow trying to focus, to pull my scattered thoughts into some semblance of order. It's a futile effort. I'm still drowning in waves of pure ecstasy. Andrei's lips close around my nipple, and I moan at the sudden sensation. He releases all too soon, again. โTwo lies, babyโ he purrs. โThe first, when you said you never fucked yourself.โ His words ignite a thrill that courses through my body, culminating in a sweet ache between my legs. โAnd the second when you denied ever having fantasies. Now, are you ready to confess them to meโฆ and be rewarded?โ His grip on my hand slackens, freeing my fingers to roam. Heโs upon me, his mouth latching onto my nipple. Sensation overwhelm my ability to think as His tongue swirls and dances, only to pull back again, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth with a wet plop. I writhe be
Brielle's POV โI'd taken his crap before, no problem. He'd kick my ass, I'd take it. But watch him hurt a three-year-old?โ That chuckle, that creepy-ass chuckle, is making my hair stand on end. Andrei's got a lot to say, needs to stop drowning in that drink and talk it out with me. Perhaps if we can get to the root of whateverโs got him so twisted, we can cut it out, get him right again. I screw up my courage, trying to keep my voice from cracking as I ask, โWhat happened next?โ โI lost it. Charged at him and slammed him to the ground. I had him in a tight chokehold, crushing the air out of him. His face turned purple, eyes poppingโฆ Killing Archibald wasn't the plan. Just wanted to put the fear of God into himโฆ In a wild twist, he managed to grab a blade andโฆ Carved himself a nasty gash.โ Andrei scrapes his thumb along the side of his neck, โThis is where he sliced himself. Fucker cried assault. Tried to put me away for attempted murder.โ โAnd Helen?โ โWas locked up a
Brielle's POV He gives my earlobe a sneaky little nibble. Damn, if that doesn't stir up something inside me, โWhy rush when the journey is half the fun, hmm? We've got lines to run, not lips to lock.โ So glad Andrei's here to suck the fun out ofโฆ everything. What would I do without him? I'm two seconds away from giving him a good shove, just to knock him off his game. โWhat?โ he asks, that infuriatingly smug smirk still slapped across his face. I purse my lips, cross my arms, โYou're really asking 'what'? Like you don't know exactly what you're doing?โ Andrei whips out a sheaf of papers from his back pocket, "Shall we begin?โ I narrow my eyes, โYou expect me to jump right into this after all your little games?โ He chuckles, shrugging one shoulder in a charmingly nonchalant gesture. โIt's all part of the rehearsal.โ โPart of the rehearsal, huh?โ I retort, โSo that little earlobe nibbling number was in the script? I must have missed that memo.โ He laughs," I figure
Brielle's POV My heart stutters, โWhat?โ I try to speak. The words wouldn't come out. Not one single word is showing up to the party. Wearing a sidelong smirk, Andrei jerks his head towards the elevator, โshe's been tapping her foot impatiently. Shall we give the poor thing some attention?โ Nodding, I swallow my regret. Why didn't I just say something? โI'm intrigued, Brielle. This demure side of you isโฆ unexpected.โ He plunders the guest room closet, digging through piles of high-quality linens, designer clothes, and expensive accessories. it's basically a carbon copy of his own โ super luxurious. I stand back, curious about what Andrei's searching for. My nerves are still on edge, which isโฆ ridiculous. โGuess, I'll coax them out of you. Every last one.โ My curiosity spikes, โHow?โ โAll in good time. Shall we get you into something a bit moreโฆ refined?โ The robe he hands me is a stunner โ bold red, V-neck, and flowing long sleeves, all accented perfectly with
Brielle's POV. Drying soap bubbles speckle Andrei's hands as he meets my eyes, โWhat's so fascinating?โ โIt's your charm, Mr. Carter, that's got me in a stare.โ His mouth curves into a sly, upward tilt, โYou're not so bad yourself. Maybe we can stare at each other for a while and see who cracks first.โ Deep down, I'm thinking, 'Seriously, Mr. Carter? Are you not seeing this ensemble?' Perhaps he's just trying to be kind? Yeah, that must be it. After completing the dishes, Andrei takes a moment to dry his hands before wandering over to where I'm sitting, his pace leisurely. I stare at his bare feet, my brain momentarily fixated on the sight. โWhy no shoes, Mr. Carter?โ โWalking barefoot is like a yoga practice. Builds up the balance, strengthens the soles, and gets you in touch with Mother Earth.โ I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. How much of that is actually true, I wonder? He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me gently into his orbit. And suddenly, my focus shifts from An
Brielle's POV. Andreiโs sweatpants could have fit two of meโand the kitchen sink. Heโs a big guy, but these pants were made for a grizzly bear on a beer bender. If I didnโt cinch the drawstrings tight enough, Iโd be wading in a sea of fabric, wearing a tent masquerading as sweatpants. Iโm halfway through adjusting my shirt when I catch a glimpse of my him in the kitchen. Oh, dear lord. The man might as well be wearing oven mitts for hands. I reach for a bottle of water, partly because Iโm parched, and partly to cover up the fit of giggles thatโs about to erupt from my lungs โYou okay, chef?โ I ask, trying to keep a straight face as I watch him fumble with the spatula. โYeah, sure Brielle.โ He scratches his forehead, and I can practically see the sweat beading up. Poor baby's never looked so stressed. โSure you've totally got this, Andrei?โ I survey the chaos, raising an eyebrow at the egg-astrophe. The shells are scattered everywhere and there's a bowl of what appears to be e