LOGINThe city stretched endlessly beneath them, the night breeze carrying the faint hum of life far below.But up here... it felt like their universe had gone quiet.Harper stood near the edge of the rooftop, her hands resting lightly against the railing, her soft pink dress swaying gently around her legs. Her hair moved with the wind, brushing against her cheeks as she stared out at the skyline.For the first time in what felt like forever... She could breathe without feeling like she was suffocating.Behind her, she heard the soft, uneven rhythm of familiar footsteps. Her heart skipped a beat."Kai..."She turned slowly.Malakai stood a few feet away, dressed in black, the city lights catching against the sharp lines of his face. His staff rested in one hand. He looked at her like she was his everything."I was starting to think you’d leave me waiting," Harper teased."You really thought I'd let you have a rooftop dinner without me?" He replied, smiling.She let out a soft, breathy l
Reyes sat alone in the penthouse, the city lights glittering far below like indifferent stars. A glass of aged whisky dangled from his fingers as he watched the captured feed on the large screen. The one where Malakai and Harper were in the hospital room, kissing with a desperate hunger.His jaw clenched in annoyance. That should be him, he thought. The one who gets to kiss Harper senseless and have her moaning for him. Not that crippled bastard.Gritting his teeth, he hauled the glass across the room.The glass shattered against the far wall in a violent crash, amber liquid spraying across the marble floor.One of the naked women he kept for stress relief emerged from the bedroom, her eyes wide with caution."What's wrong, sir?" she asked softly.Reyes didn't look at her. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, where Malakai's hands roamed Harper's body with a possessive reverence."Come here," he ordered, his voice dangerously low.The woman obeyed instantly, kneeling gracef
Harper stood outside the private room, steeling herself before pushing the door open. She had taken her time, preparing, reviewing his latest scans, adjusting the treatment plan, and reminding herself that this was purely professional. She was his doctor now. Nothing more.But the moment she stepped inside, her resolve wavered.Malakai lay propped up in the hospital bed, looking exhausted but still devastatingly handsome. His longer hair framed his face in sexy, tousled waves, brushing the collar of the open hospital gown. His eyes, which were tired, heavy-lidded, and filled with longing, followed her every movement as she approached.She forced a professional smile and moved to the side of the bed, adjusting the pillows behind him with careful hands."It's better if you get admitted for closer monitoring," she said softly, avoiding his gaze. "Your stats are unstable. We can run more tests and adjust the medication faster this way."Malakai didn't respond immediately. He simply w
Three dreadful, cold days had passed since the chaos. Harper had insisted that Malakai had to move out of her house. The words had tasted like ash on her tongue, but she had forced them out anyway.Every night since then, she had lain awake staring at the ceiling, feeling like a ghost of herself. She felt hollow, numb, and terrified that one wrong move would get someone she loved killed.Now she sat in her office at Hemsworth General, the door closed, the blinds half-drawn. She could feel eyes on her. Someone was watching. The sensation crawled over her skin like invisible spiders. She badly wanted to scream.Instead, she closed her eyes and wondered how Kai was feeling.The guilt was a living thing inside her chest relentlessly stabbing at her. She had to be strong. For him. For the children. For everyone.A soft knock sounded on the door. Harper straightened, wiping her face quickly. Probably a patient, she thought."Come in," she called out gently.The door opened and Malakai
Malakai regained consciousness slowly. It felt like he was dragging himself up through thick, black water, his body heavy and uncooperative. The steady beeping of a monitor pierced through the haze first, then the sharp sting of something taped to his skin.His eyelids fluttered as he processed where he was.Hospital.His chest tightened instantly."Harper—"The word rolled out of him before he was even fully conscious. He jerked upright and gasped from the sheer amount of pain simmering in his chest."—shit—"His vision blurred, the room spinning as his body protested the sudden movement. He gripped the edge of the bed, moaning in pain."Kai."Andrei was there immediately, one hand bracing Malakai's shoulder, the other pressing him back down."Easy," Andrei said. "Don't—""Where is she?" Malakai rasped, trying to shove him off. "Move."Andrei hesitated, and Malakai saw it, his expression darkening."...Where is she?" he repeated, slower this time."She's here," Andrei said carefu
Harper moved through the airport hallway like a ghost. A silk scarf was tied around her head, hiding most of her dishevelled hair, and large sunglasses covered her swollen, sore eyes. She had cried so much in the past hour that her vision was still blurry. Every step felt heavy, like she was walking through thick mud.She was really going to do this. Disappear. Because if she didn't, people would die. The thought made her chest ache so badly she could barely breathe.She froze when she spotted a familiar figure.Andrei.He was standing near the security checkpoint, scanning the crowd. The moment his eyes landed on her, his expression shifted from worry to determination.Harper panicked.She turned immediately, trying to disappear into the flow of travellers, but Andrei was faster. In seconds he was right in front of her, blocking her path."Harper," he said urgently, his voice low. "Don't do this."She tried to step around him, but he moved with her, gentle but firm."Please,"
Harper sat on the closed toilet lid, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. Less than twenty-four hours. That was all Reyes had given her.If she didn't leave of her own accord by tonight, several people would die because of her.She was terrified. So scared that her stomach
Harper couldn't tell him the truth. Especially not when the threat still echoed in her head like a death sentence. She knew Reyes wasn’t the kind of man who bluffed. Infact, to prove his point, he’d shown her photos of a frozen, dead Violet Chen. It didn’t help that Harper had witnessed N
Harper stood in the bathroom of the master suite, the door locked behind her. The house was quiet, but inside her head it was deafening. She felt sick, violated, and dirty.Her stomach churned as fragments of the past few days crashed over her. Reyes' voice slithered through her mind like p
Five days had passed. Five agonizing, endless days since Harper had vanished.Malakai sat on the edge of the couch in the living room, Theo cradled securely against his chest. The seven-month-old was fussing softly, his tiny fists clutching his father's shirt as if he could sense the tension







